me
finish."
She kept stalking toward the elevator, not
pausing for a beat. Nothing he said would change anything. She felt
so stupid. So alone.
She stepped into the elevator and tried to
close the door, but he popped his arm in, catching it and sliding
in beside her. When the doors closed, he turned to her.
"I don't know what I was thinking, Bree."
She shrugged. "I have an idea. Suzie's
pretty. Easy. I know exactly what you were thinking."
"Bree-"
"What I don't get is, you and Natalie
divorced because she was unfaithful," Bree cut in. "Yet, you'd go
and sleep with Suzie, knowing she's got a husband. A family. You'd
go and sleep with her instead of-" She stopped, the last word hot
on her tongue. She maneuvered around him and punched her floor
number.
"Instead of who," Callum said softly as the
elevator rumbled to life. "You?"
As the elevator stopped on her floor, Bree
shoved past him. "It doesn't matter."
"It does matter," he called after her. There
was something in his voice that stopped her dead in her tracks.
When he touched her shoulder, she knew she
should pull away, but she let him wheel her to face him. "Me and
Suzie were a mistake-"
"Mistake s ," Bree spat, putting
emphasis on the s.
"Okay fine," Callum said resignedly. "I made
a lot of mistakes." He ran a hand through his dark hair. "But you
have to know, if I knew you were interested-"
"What?" Bree said icily. "You wouldn't have
fucked my friend?"
"I wouldn't have fucked anyone," he said
solemnly.
Bree faltered, his words catching her by
surprise. "W-what are you saying?"
He took a hand and cupped her cheek. "I'm
saying it would have been me and you. Just us."
She stared into his eyes, flabbergasted. She
wanted to call him a liar, to just walk away. But there was
something behind the emerald that bore into her. Something that
told her that he was telling the truth. "B-but you never-"
"I was married," he pushed in. "Not happily,
but when I make a commitment, I keep it."
She stuck out her lip stubbornly. "If you
were into me, why didn't you say something?"
He let out a chuckle. "Afraid of rejection, I
guess. I mean, I've been divorced for six months now. When I
finally got the balls to ask Suzie about you-"
"You asked Suzie about me?"
He nodded. "She told me you weren't
interested."
A renewed desire to cave Suzie’s face in
flashed over Bree. "That bitch."
"Tell me about it." Callum tilted her chin
upward, scanning her face the way she dreamed he'd look at her.
"I've wanted you since the day I met you, Bree. Ever since you told
Tyrone Jones-"
"’You can't even keep your pants around your
waist, how do you think you'll manage a woman like me?’" they said
in unison.
Bree's cheeks were red-hot as she let his
confession seep in. "You've wanted me? All this time?"
"So bad," he whispered, leaning in to kiss
her. "So bad."
When their lips touched, fireworks exploded
all over her body. It was happening. It was really happening. She'd
dreamt of this moment, of this kiss, but nothing compared to the
feel of his desire radiating off him in waves.
When he pulled back, she kept her eyelids
closed, holding on to the remnants of it, burning it into her
mind.
Without another word, she took his hand in
hers and led him down the hall to her room.
Once they were inside, she pushed him back
against the closed door and pressed her mouth against his, giving
him two and a half years of pent up need, spreading his lips and
jutting her tongue into his mouth, swirling and savoring his spicy
taste, his moans.
When she pulled away, she saw he was
struggling to maintain control. She saw it in his eyes. He wanted
her. He wanted her bad.
"What do you want?" he said thickly. "I'll
give you anything you want...anything in the world."
Bree stepped forward and dropped her hand to
his crotch, feeling him beneath his jeans. "I want you to take me
to my bed and fuck me like you've never fucked anyone before."
****
She still couldn't believe she'd just told
him to fuck