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The logical part of my brain told me I should get out of there. It was too warm and comfortable in this small room, and the man across from me was far too handsome. If I stayed we would probably pick up right where we left off in that storage room. But I was finding it all too easy to ignore that logical side of my brain.
Maybe you can just have some fun.
Liz’s words ran over and over in my head. Is that what I was doing? Having fun with Callum Jones? I looked across the couch to see Callum staring at me. What was he thinking? I felt pulled toward him, and all I could imagine was leaning forward to press my lips into his own.
Stop that, I told myself. But the image wouldn’t leave my mind.
A slight lean would press my knee into his … another few inches to close the gap …
No, I needed to break this spell. Forcing my eyes down to the plastic cup in my hand, I gulped my drink and tried to ignore the man across from me. But this move was disastrous. The alcohol burned my throat and caused a coughing fit that brought tears to my eyes.
“Are you alright?” Callum asked. He was up on his feet, filling a cup with water to bring over to me.
“My God, this stuff is bad,” I laughed through my coughing. I took the water from him and set the scotch on the ground.
“Sorry,” Callum said. “Usually, it’s a bit more … expensive.”
“I guess you can’t expect much in Maplewood,” I laughed. With the mood in the room lighter, Callum resumed his seat on the couch. I didn’t miss the fact he sat closer to me to let his knee touch mine. I also didn’t make any effort to move.
“I like this look,” Callum said, and I saw his eyes on my hair, my earrings, the makeup around my eyes. I tried not to squirm under his gaze.
“It was Liz,” I said. “She wanted us to look like part of your entourage.”
“My entourage?” he asked.
“Fans. Groupies. From all the pictures, you don’t seem to lack for admirers.”
“You’ve seen pictures?” Callum asked. I felt a flush of embarrassment as I chewed my bottom lip, embarrassed to have been found out.
“It’s not like I’m stalking you or anything.”
“I’m not with those girls, you know.” Callum said, and I saw him lean in slightly, shifting his arm closer to mine on the couch.
“What?”
“Any girls you see in those pictures. I’m not sleeping with them.”
“Oh,” I said. Once again, my body flushed as I heard Callum talk about sleeping with someone. He smirked at me, as if he could tell he was making me squirm. But I didn’t mind. In fact, I felt an overwhelming desire to hear more about this. What sort of relationships did Callum Jones have?
“I don’t believe you,” I said, and it was my turn to smile as Callum’s eyebrows flew up at my accusation. “It’s hard to believe you spend too many nights on your own.”
I put my arm on the back of the couch, and I was pleased when Callum understood the gesture. His hand was suddenly touching mine, making small circles on the back of my hand.
“You think I’m lying?” he asked. I could feel my heartbeat in the depths of my stomach, creeping lower to bring heat between my legs. God, I was playing with fire. But Liz’s reminder to have some fun kept running through my head.
“I’m not sure,” I said, answering truthfully. “But I can imagine there are times after a show, when the right person is around …”
I could hardly recognize myself. Who was this girl challenging and enticing the man sitting in front of her? It was thrilling to speak so boldly to him, to play the part of someone much more outspoken and confident. This was a woman who wanted something, and she was figuring out how to ask for it.
“The right person …” Callum repeated.
I watched desire flood into his eyes as Callum closed the gap between us. He dropped his mouth to mine, and I felt his hand grip hard on my forearm still on the back of the couch. His other hand found my knee, and he squeezed it as he pressed his mouth hard against mine. I opened my mouth to him, feeling the comfortable buzz of alcohol coursing through my veins, which made me more attuned to the pleasure running through me.
I moaned as I felt Callum’s tongue flick across my own.
“God, Darcy,” he gasped. He pulled away to look me in the eyes, and I saw my own hunger reflected there. I needed to be closer to him. I wanted to feel more of him. I sat up on my knees and Callum moved both feet to the floor so I could straddle him. I shivered as Callum’s hands slid to my thighs.
“God, yes,” he whispered. Callum pressed his hips up to me, and I could feel his growing hardness between my legs. It made me press against him with need, pleased to feel what I was doing to him. I kissed him as Callum’s strong hands on my thighs rocked me back and forth across his lap. Soon I had the rhythm all on my own, and Callum brought one hand to my ass while the other moved to my chest.
