Her words seemed to vibrate in his head, his eyes couldn't stop moving over her body. The book fell from his hands, his glasses landing on top of it on the hall floor. In two steps he had her in his arms. Spinning, he held her against the wall, his mouth hungrily finding hers.
Callie's moan was soft, sweet to his ears. The feel of her against his body had Shadow's pulse racing, his blood rushing through his veins. "Do you mean it?" he gasped, lifting his head.
She could barely breathe. Her leg slid up the softness of his pajama pants, sliding around his hip and pulling him against her. "What do you think?" she panted, excitement and just the touch of nerves revving her arousal even higher.
He bent his head, capturing her mouth again as if he couldn't leave it alone. "Say it," he growled. "I want to hear you say it again."
"I want you to fuck me, Brian," she whispered, staring into his eyes. "I
can
call you Brian?"
"Yes," he said before once more devouring her lips, his head moving as he changed angles. His tongue parted her lips, sliding inside of her mouth, finding hers and dancing against it. His hands found her arms, lifting them from where they had slid around his neck, pushing them above her head to hold her wrists in one of his big hands. Tearing his mouth from hers, he started a trail of desperate kisses along her neck, his mouth open as he savored the taste of her skin, the scent of sunshine that seemed part of her.
Her skin was soft and warm, so incredibly warm. He bent his head further, taking the tip of her breast between his teeth, his tongue playing with her nipple. She moved against him like a dream, her arousal and his caresses pulling tiny whimpers from between her lips.
"God, Brian!" she cried, arching her back to ask for more. "That feels so incredible."
He grinned, lifting his head to look at her. "You ain't seen nothing yet." His arms went around her, lifting her and cradling her against his chest. "I hope you don't have any plans for the rest of today. I don't plan on letting you leave."
"Really?" she asked, her voice cracking. "I-I wasn't sure of my reception."
Shadow carried her through his living room, not giving her a chance to look around. A short hall led to a kitchen and dining room, on the other side was his bedroom and the guest bath. He kicked open the door to his bedroom, kicking it closed behind him. "I can't believe you'd think I wouldn't want you. Was I the only one in the back seat of the truck this morning?" He chuckled when she blushed, the color rushing to her cheeks.
"No," she said softly. "You made me feel things today that I'd only read about."
"Hmm," he hummed, setting her gently on the bed, his hands lingering on her legs. "I think I need to come and investigate you're reading material."
"You never know," she said, a dimple peeking from her cheek as she smiled up at him, "you might learn a thing or two."
"Really?" he asked, trailing his fingers down the inside of her thighs to the black pumps she wore on her feet. Pulling them off, he kissed her arches, rubbing gently at the soft skin. "Maybe, instead of just reading it, you could show me? I learn more from the hands on technique than from a book."
"You haven't even had me once and already you're planning on more." Callie moaned as he played with her toes. As a human, her feet were very sensitive.
"And more after that, and then more after that. You got a problem with that Agent Wolfe?"
"None sir, I just hope my senior officer understands when I get to work tonight." She gasped as his nails tickled the back of her knees.
"I'll write you a note." He stared down at her, a strange look coming to his face.
"What?" she asked, suddenly scared. She reached out her arms and Brian couldn't help but go to her, holding her to him and rolling across the bed with her.
"I'm afraid I'm sitting in my chair and fell asleep. I know if I wake up and find out that you, that this was a dream, I won't live through it, Callie." He looked down at her, pushing her hair out of her face with a shaking hand. "I've dreamt about this for so long, you don't even know, you couldn't have a clue..."
Callie lifted her hand, her fingers pressing against his lips. "Me too," she said softly. "Since that first day in your office when you had me almost shaking and then said something stupid to make me laugh. Then I found out you did that to all the new recruits. I was heartbroken."
Brian moaned when she parted her thighs under him, his hips nestling in the cradle her legs made for him. "I was tongue tied," he whispered, his fingers tracing over her face, gliding over her lips. "You were the boss's daughter and I kept thinking about pushing you down on my desk and fucking you."
Her fingers traced patterns on his back, sliding lower until she was at the small of his back. He closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation. He could smell her arousal, he could feel it through the thin layer of flannel he wore. It was all that kept him from moving his hips and finding his way home.
That's what she was and had always been to him, even the past couple days when he'd been furious with her. She would always and forever be home to him. He had it bad, so bad that he was shaking with the force of it. "Take off my pants," he ordered.
Brian could see the wheels turning in her head as she processed his order and the best way to do it. When she pushed on his shoulder, he let her turn him to his back. She sat next to him, her fingers going to the tie and then the buttons that held his tented pants on. When she'd fumbled the last button free, his cock sprang out of the opening, rubbing against the back of her hand.
He groaned at the contact, his hips lifting even as she began pulling the flannel material off his legs, leaving him as naked as she. Callie dropped the fabric over the edge of the bed, her eyes never leaving his body.
"You're beautiful," she whispered, reaching out to stroke his stomach, her hand tracing the dark trailing line of hair that started just below his navel and the blossomed into the thick thatch of fur at his groin.
"Women are beautiful, not men," he argued, closing his eyes to savor her sweet caresses.
"Well, I could have called you pretty but I was afraid you'd fire me if I did." She giggled when he laughed.
"Good decision." He lay as still as he could under the soft tickling touch of her hand, finally moaning and taking her hand in his to wrap around his cock. "You're a tease," he growled. "You have no clue how much power you have in those little hands do you?"
