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"You had your face pinched up."
"I'm not in pain." I kind of am. It's the pain of a thwarted climax. Even before Callum turned up at my doorstep, I hadn't been able to shake the memory of that moment on the sofa in his apartment. Now we're in my place, and he's sitting on the sofa. Jeez, it's not like I'll screw him again just because he sits on a particular piece of furniture. "We shouldn't ever do that again."
"What? Shag?"
"Yes. We can't go there. It's wrong."
"Because I'm your client."
"No. Yes. Ugh, I'm so confused." I sink into my chair, letting my head fall back against it. "Sleeping with a client can't be ethical."
"We haven't slept together. We had half a poke."
I lift my head to squint at him. "You are not helping."
"Sorry. What can I do to make things right?" He gazes at me with such earnestness that I feel a twinge of empathy for him. "Donnae want to find another therapist. I want you, Kate."
"As your physical therapist slash psychotherapist."
"That too." His focus drops to my lips, then shifts back to my eyes. "Thought the right thing to do was to come here and promise I'll never touch you again. But now that I am here, I know I can't make that vow. It would be a lie."
"We don't get along. And I'm not interested in a relationship."
He skims his tongue over his bottom lip, and his eyes seem darker, as if the pupils have dilated.
Oh God, he wants to have another "poke" with me. And I can't swear I'll say no if he suggests it. The man drives me insane with his grumpiness and his unwillingness to share his feelings, even in a therapeutic setting. Maybe his growliness makes me kind of hot. But that's no excuse for my total loss of control with him this morning. And yesterday. Two wrongs don't make a right. Isn't that what people say? Doing the wrong thing with Callum sounds too damn appealing. A mature woman with a serious job should not be thinking the things I'm thinking right now.
A memory rushes through me, setting off a wave of tingling heat. Callum's rough tone when he whispered, "Aye, it wouldn't be right." The scent of his aftershave. The softness of his lips when he kissed me. The velvety feel of his tongue coiling around mine. Then I'd mounted his lap, unzipped his pants, and ridden him like I hadn't gotten it on with anyone in over a year. Well, that's because I hadn't. It was sexual frustration, right? Not a genuine desire for him.
I'm not kidding anyone, not even myself. I lust for Callum MacTaggart.
"Doesn't matter if we like each other," he says, his voice a sexy rumble. "We need to get this out of our systems. Aye?"
Can I get him out of my system? I've only ever slept with guys I cared about, but what he suggested sounds like casual sex. "What happens on Monday? You said you don't want a different therapist."
"That's why we need to deal with our desire. Then we can go back to the way things were."
Forget I did the deed with him? Not sure I can do that. But I'm also positive that I'll go even crazier if I don't at least try to get him out of my system. On Monday, if I feel weird about it, I can refer Callum to another therapist. Yeah, that sounds like a good plan. Not desperate or nuts at all.
I clear my throat. "Okay. Let's do it."
He freezes. "You're saying yes? To one more shag to get it out of our systems?"
"Yes. Let's do that right now." Before I lose my nerve and run into the bathroom to hide again, like I'd done in his apartment.
A slow, sexy grin spreads across his face. "Just tell me where ye want me."
I'm breathing harder, almost breathless, as a tingle sweeps over every inch of my skin and dives deep into my sex. Where do I want him? Everywhere. I want him on the sofa, in the chair, on the floor, in the bedroom, in the shower. I want him, period.
"What about your knee?" I ask.
"Feels good. But maybe you should be on top, to be sure I donnae injure myself."
How he makes injuring himself sound erotic, I can't explain. He hadn't wanted a woman on top earlier, but now he's suggesting just that. He has a twinkle in his eyes I haven't seen before, and he keeps smiling, his cheeks dimpled. That makes me crave him even more. Is this the old Callum his brother mentioned? The one I've known this week was grumpy. This version of him seems playful. As much as I wanted grumpy Callum, to see the sexy, playful version of him has me so turned on that I can't think anymore.
"Do ye have condoms?" he asks, wagging his eyebrows at me.
"Shit. No, I don't. I was planning to stay celibate."
