Callan halted, conscientiously drawing out his lips from hers.
He heard her right, but at that instant, he felt the need to eyeball her and study her visage to be sure that she wasn't joking.
"I want you." She repeated, her cheeks heating up with lecherous temerity.
Silently, her eyes called for him, every part of her body yearned for his touch. He studied her face longer than he should. Her shoulders tensed as they ogled each other and Callan vividly spotted the desperation in her innocent eyes.
She did want him, so badly.
"I don't think you do." He chose that moment to tease her.
Orla kissed her teeth, glaring down at Callan. The corner of his lips had twitched into a nasty smirk. She grabbed it, he must be f*****g with her.
She delayed her response because nothing seemed to come
