Forbidden Affair With My Step Uncle

CHAPTER 2 : Controlled Collapse.

CALLAHAN’S POV ~

Isabella fibbed, holding her face tilted upwards so that lips were floating just an inch away from the lower side of his jaw. “My body is still all shaky from the flight, I guess.”

She made one slow, deliberate forward rock which resulted in the front of her dress brushing the rigid line behind his zipper.

He breathed in sharply. His fingers gripped a little tighter on her shoulders but he was not pushing her away.

Her eyes gleamed as she felt it - The first pulse…and then the second one.

The head of his c**k could be felt through their clothes, the wetness was enough to cause a damp spot on his pants. He knew she could feel how wet he was for her already, since the warmth would most likely be radiating to her dress through the fabric.

“You’re so warm,” she said, voice as silky as satin and her lips licking the skin beneath his ear.

Callahan swallowed, a desperate attempt to hide the heat cooking up inside him. His brother’s daughter. The little girl he had watched growing up.

Nevertheless, his body betrayed him within the matter of seconds.

Again his c**k throbbed - this time even stronger - pressing firmly against her lower belly. He could feel every soft and gentle curve of hers. The dip in the waist. The flare in the hips. The fact that there was almost nothing between them but two thin layers of fabric.

He really should make a step backward. He should definitely set some rules. Boundaries. He should remind her of his identity.

What he did however is that his hands slightly and very cautiously slid down - only an inch - until his palms were lying on the bare skin of her upper arms. Thumb strokes on each one.

It wasn’t a mistake. It was surrender.

“Is everything alright at home?” he questioned, his voice sounding strained. “The flight? Victor said–”

“Victor’s fine,” she softly interrupted. “He’s resting. He told me to thank you. For everything.”

She barely pulled away, looking up at him with her big, innocent eyes.

“For letting me stay here.”

Purposefully, her gaze went down to where the two bodies still pressed against one another. The noticeable bulge in his trousers.

Callahan clenched his jaw so tightly that a muscle twitched in his cheek.

Slowly, devilishly and triumphantly she smiled and as she finally stepped back, she allowed her fingers to stroke down his chest. Just far enough that he could feel the loss of her warmth.

“Your room is upstairs,” he said, voice all wrecked. “Second door on the right. I will… I will send someone to take your bags.”

Isabella gave a little nod and turned to the stairs. Her hips were swinging with every step - so hypnotic. Her dress was raising up with every step. One wrong move and he would be seeing everything.

She stopped at the very bottom step and looked back over her shoulder.

“Thank you, Uncle Cal,” she said, voice honey sweet and sin dripping everywhere. “I already feel… so secure.”

Then she went up the stairs, well aware of the fact that his eyes were glued to the way the fabric clung to her ass. Well aware that he was still hard. Well aware that he was fighting every instinct that was screaming at him to follow her.

After she had left, Callahan gradually exhaled a quiet breath and adjusted himself - very discreetly and painfully - while the ache that he felt was settling in like it was planning to stay forever.

His mobile phone vibrated in his pocket.

Without heeding the empty stair case, he proceeded to take it out. The screen showed Victor’s name. Callahan took the call when it rang the second time.

“How is she, Cal?” Victor’s voice showed weakness though his urgency was clear. “Did she get there in perfect condition?”

Callahan shut his eyes for one moment and made his voice steady.

“She’s here,” he told Victor. “You don’t have to worry. Isabella is safe with me.”

There was a short sulence and then Victor heaved a sigh filled with relief.

“Good. Good. Tell her I love her. And Cal… thank you for being an amazing brother. ”

At that moment Callahan looked up towards the top of the stairs, Isabella went around the corner out of sight.

“Yeah,” he gruntngly hiccuped. “No problem.”

He ended the call.

In the solitude of the foyer, Isabella’s whisper resonated in his mind.

“I’ve been waiting six years for this.”

He was well and truly done for. And she had only been there 5 minutes.