Page 121 of Thin Lines (Donati Bloodlines 2)

Calisto wet his lips, his fingers dipped under hershirt to dance across her skin, and her body came alive. “Well, you will be.”

Calisto

Emma dipped lower to the floor, her hands ghostingdown Calisto’s chest and stomach as she went. He didn’t know what his loverwanted exactly, but he decided that whatever it was, she could take it.

She watched him with those knowing green eyes of hersfrom down below, her hair tumbling down her back in waves. The pout of her lipsshowcased her two front teeth, and it made her all the more sinful looking up.The woman couldn’t possibly know how beautiful and sexy she was.

Calisto was breaking all the rules.

He was walking on a thin line.

This house wasn’t his. This woman wasn’t his.

Yet, here he was.

Someone was bound to notice he’d been spending everynight in Affonso’s home, if they already hadn’t. Someone would whispersomething, surely, and a rumor would travel faster than the speed of lightthrough the family. His affections might have been overlooked before, but theywouldn’t be now.

He was pushing the boundaries.

Calisto knew better, but he couldn’t find it inhimself to care when he met Emma’s stare, lifted his hand from his side tostroke her cheek, and she smiled at him.

Because she was smiling for him.

He would answer the questions if someone asked, brushoff the concerns, and reassure whoever needed it that his relationship withEmma was purely platonic. Calisto knew it would be coming soon, and so he wouldhandle it.

But he was hoping for a little more time.

All of those thoughts drifted away when Emma tiltedher face into the palm of his hand like she wanted him to keep touching herlike he was. Soft, gentle, and loving.

She didn’t get those things nearly enough.

She wasn’t loved enough.

Calisto wished he could give her more.

When she started working at his pants and belt,undoing the articles and pushing them down around his thighs, he didn’t stopher. Before he knew it, his semi-hard cock was in her tight grasp, and she wasstroking him alive.

A little snugger at the base. Smooth at the tip. Long,sure tugs that hardened his dick until his shaft ached and his balls weretight. Her fingernail grazed the head of his member, and it caused a shock ofsparks to light up behind his clenched lids.

“Jesus,” Calisto breathed.

“Will you watch me?” he heard her ask.

God.

The sound of her voice was quiet but so sweet.

Lovely, even.

Calisto opened his eyes and stared down, offering Emmaone of his lazy smiles.

“Keep going,” he said.

A thickness lingered in his tone. All she had to dowas listen and she would hear just how fucking turned on he really was. He’dkept a physical distance between them lately because of what happened.

Calisto wasn’t sure if Emma wanted a man to touch herafter being beaten nearly to death by one. He was also scared that loving herthe way he liked to—the way he needed to—might hurt her.

That was the last thing he wanted to do.