Page 60 of Thin Lines (Donati Bloodlines 2)

“We are.”

It didn’t have to be labeled to be something.

It still was.

“Thank you for reminding me that I wasn’t alone,” shesaid.

“You’re not, Emmy.”

“Not when I have someone who cares watching out forme, right?”

Calisto knew better, but he snagged Emma’s wrist inhis palm and held tight. The heat of her smooth skin siphoned straight into hisbloodstream, like a shot of adrenaline right to his heart.

It was bad, but it was right.

It was good, but it was wrong.

“Right?” she asked again.

Her green gaze, jaded with pain and seeking something,watched him with an understanding that he didn’t know how she had gotten. He’dbeen careful with her, not wanting to bring her too close but never keeping hertoo far away.

Clearly, Calisto hadn’t been careful enough.

“Right,” he finally said.

Emma took a tiny step closer, her heels clicking onthe tile floor. Her warm breath washed over his jaw when she tilted her headupwards so that she could stare at him again.

“We’re not doing anything,” Emma said so quietly thathe strained to hear. “Someone has to know we’re doing something for there to beanything, Cal.”

“I’m not sure if I want to walk that line, Emmy.”

“Liar.”

Calisto’s jaw ticked. “I—”

“Liar, you do. Because you care.”

He didn’t even get the chance to blink before Emmalifted up on her tiptoes, and pressed her mouth to his. For a quick second,Calisto was stunned. All he could feel were her silken lips covering his, andher hand fisting into his jacket. He couldn’t think beyond the sweet-smellingperfume that reminded him of candied cherries, or the emerald eyes watchinghim, demanding he deny her what she was asking for.

How could he deny her?

After everything, how was he supposed to do that?

Calisto was far too selfish to stop Emma or to pushher away. He cared too much.

When she grabbed his jacket tighter and pulled, makinghim stumble into her warm body, Calisto was gone. His one hand landed to herwaist while his other tangled into the chignon at the nape of her neck. Hepushed her backward until they came to stop against the door.

Emma laughed—breathy and low—against his cheek.

It made him fucking ache.

Calisto kissed a path over her high cheekbone to herear, feeling all the little tremors rocking through her frame. He blindlysmacked at the door until he found the latch and locked it. He drove his handdown her side and over her stomach. It was smooth again—toned like the rest ofher tight body.

His cock hardened under his jeans, demanding he dosomething to satisfy it. The only thing he could do was drive his pelvis intoEmma’s when she opened her legs wider to let him press against her until it wasjust them and the fucking door.

“Kiss me again,” she said, her lips wet and red.

Calisto let out a shaky sigh. “I shouldn’t.”