After Callan placed his lips onto mine, I gently brushed my fingers up the column of his neck, then across the stubble on his jaw. I didn’t want to hurt him more than he already was. Those stab wounds were terrible.
“I want you on top of me,” Callan murmured into my mouth, capturing my hips and using all his strength to pull me onto his lap.
I hovered over him, not wanting to put pressure on any sensitive areas. He traveled his hands up my bare thighs, then underneath my skirt and tugged my hips down as close to him as they would go, letting me feel every inch.
Stiffening, I deepened the kiss. We were in front of his wife. His wife! Was he really going to f**k me instead of letting me kill her? Part of me was … glad. I didn’t think that I would be able to go through with it. I hated the
