Page 91 of Thin Lines (Donati Bloodlines 2)

She kissed his pec, and her lips curved wickedly.

“What are you grinning about?” he asked.

“You’re hard again.”

Calisto smirked, unashamed. “Yeah, I am.”

Emma propped her chin in her hand, watching Calisto.“Where are we going with this? What are we doing now?”

“I don’t have a good answer.”

“Just this, huh?”

“It’s all there is, Emmy,” he murmured.

She let him run the tips of his fingers over her pinklips. Her mouth opened a little, taking his digits into her wet heat before shesucked on them gently.

And with another grin.

Calisto was harder than fucking steel. “Keep that up, belladonna, and watch what I’ll do with that pretty mouth of yours.”

Emma released his fingers and winked. “Another time.”

Another time.

Because they would be doing this again.

Again and again and again.

Calisto didn’t even refute it. He wouldn’t. It wasdifficult to turn something away when you wanted it more than you’d wantedanything.

God knew he wanted Emma.

Emma laid her head back down on Calisto’s chest. “Youknow, in all the stories ever told, the ending is almost always the same.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes.”

He didn’t know where she was going with this, but helet her talk.

“Do tell,” Calisto urged.

“The good guys always win. The bad guys always lose.”

For the most part, she was right.

“What about it, Emmy?”

“We’re not the good guys here, Calisto,” shewhispered.

And they wouldn’t win.

Calisto kept running his fingers over her soft, smoothskin. “Don’t look at it that way.”

“How else should I look at it, then?”

“Don’t think about it at all,” he said.