Greek Billionaire's Uncontrollable Attraction (The Rosso Family Series Book 3) by Leslie North Page B
Authors: Leslie North
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him.
A scrabbling from a side, connection door had him turning. He walked over and opened the door.
Eva stood in the doorway, smiling at him. “Want a drink? I’ve ordered room service.”
He nodded. He didn’t know what he wanted other than to not be alone with his thought right now. And Eva…Eva looked like a warm, safe place. He followed her into her suite—she had a bigger sitting room, a TV in a wardrobe that Eva had put on to a music station. Soft jazz drifted into the room.
Callum sat down on the plush sofa. “I don’t know what to do. I don’t know if I should even do anything.”
“Your mom?” she asked. She sat down next to him. The next moment a knock sounded on the door. Eva got up to answer it and room service rolled in a table. They laid out dinner on the table—Eva’s suite boasted a full dining room with a chandelier, wood floors and paneling, and an elegant carpet in blues and gold. The room service staff set out full linen, silverware, glasses, china…the works.
Callum smelled the familiar aroma of good pizza—sauce and spices—and lifted his head. “Pizza? New York pizza?”
Eva shrugged and sat down in one of the high-backed chairs. “I thought I should try it so I had the hotel go out to get what they thought was the best.”
The waiters left beer on the table, smiled and left. Callum stared at the sausage cooling in a pool of oil on the thin, flat crust. Pizza—on linen. Well, why not. The cheese looked done to gooey perfection. Eva waved at the chair next to her. “Sit and eat. Gaia always makes us eat whenever we get news, good or bad. She says the good you have to celebrate and the bad can wait until you have a full stomach.”
He laughed and sat down. “I’m going to miss her.” He sat down and they dug into the pizza. When it—and a six pack—had been demolished, Callum leaned back. Eva had tomato sauce on her cheek. He gestured to his face. “You have some sauce.”
Eyebrows lifted, she rubbed the spot and missed it. Shaking his head, Callum leaned over and wiped his thumb over the spot, catching the corner of her mouth. Her eyes darkened, went soft.
He stared into her eyes—was he really seeing the desire he wanted to see there. He let his hand slide down the side of her jaw to cup her neck and leaned closer. The table wasn’t that big. Her mouth opened slightly.
A kiss. Just one kiss. What could one kiss hurt?
He leaned closer to her. Exhaustion dragged at him, and beer spun in his head, but he hadn’t had so much to drink that he didn’t know what he was doing. His world had been shaken, but Eva was here. Eva who was so much more than he’d ever thought. Eva who might not be able to solve a math equation to save her life, but who knew how to smooth over a tense situation. Eva of the dark eyes and the tempting mouth.
Leaning in, Callum gave up the fight and kissed her.
Chapter 12
His lips were soft. Soft and questioning and demanding. Eva fell into the kiss. She opened her mouth and let him explore. He tasted of beer and tomato and something that was just the taste of Callum. His hand stayed on her neck, his touch warm and safe. She didn’t want the kiss to stop, but her back was starting to protest the awkward position.
Pulling back, she stood, came over and sat down in his lap. Callum’s eyes widened. He opened his mouth to say something, but she put a finger on his lips. “It’s just a kiss. A few kisses.” Then she leaned over and kissed him, letting her hair shadow his face and fall around them.
He tasted so good. Of spices and warmth. He tasted like a slice of heaven. She wrapped her arms around him and kept kissing him. His hand came up to touch her breast, a soft caress that had her catching her breath. His thumb rubbed over her nipple and she could feel wetness gathering between her legs. She leaned into him, pressing against him, feeling just how much he wanted her—he was hard against her thighs. She wrapped her fingers into his
A scrabbling from a side, connection door had him turning. He walked over and opened the door.
Eva stood in the doorway, smiling at him. “Want a drink? I’ve ordered room service.”
He nodded. He didn’t know what he wanted other than to not be alone with his thought right now. And Eva…Eva looked like a warm, safe place. He followed her into her suite—she had a bigger sitting room, a TV in a wardrobe that Eva had put on to a music station. Soft jazz drifted into the room.
Callum sat down on the plush sofa. “I don’t know what to do. I don’t know if I should even do anything.”
“Your mom?” she asked. She sat down next to him. The next moment a knock sounded on the door. Eva got up to answer it and room service rolled in a table. They laid out dinner on the table—Eva’s suite boasted a full dining room with a chandelier, wood floors and paneling, and an elegant carpet in blues and gold. The room service staff set out full linen, silverware, glasses, china…the works.
Callum smelled the familiar aroma of good pizza—sauce and spices—and lifted his head. “Pizza? New York pizza?”
Eva shrugged and sat down in one of the high-backed chairs. “I thought I should try it so I had the hotel go out to get what they thought was the best.”
The waiters left beer on the table, smiled and left. Callum stared at the sausage cooling in a pool of oil on the thin, flat crust. Pizza—on linen. Well, why not. The cheese looked done to gooey perfection. Eva waved at the chair next to her. “Sit and eat. Gaia always makes us eat whenever we get news, good or bad. She says the good you have to celebrate and the bad can wait until you have a full stomach.”
He laughed and sat down. “I’m going to miss her.” He sat down and they dug into the pizza. When it—and a six pack—had been demolished, Callum leaned back. Eva had tomato sauce on her cheek. He gestured to his face. “You have some sauce.”
Eyebrows lifted, she rubbed the spot and missed it. Shaking his head, Callum leaned over and wiped his thumb over the spot, catching the corner of her mouth. Her eyes darkened, went soft.
He stared into her eyes—was he really seeing the desire he wanted to see there. He let his hand slide down the side of her jaw to cup her neck and leaned closer. The table wasn’t that big. Her mouth opened slightly.
A kiss. Just one kiss. What could one kiss hurt?
He leaned closer to her. Exhaustion dragged at him, and beer spun in his head, but he hadn’t had so much to drink that he didn’t know what he was doing. His world had been shaken, but Eva was here. Eva who was so much more than he’d ever thought. Eva who might not be able to solve a math equation to save her life, but who knew how to smooth over a tense situation. Eva of the dark eyes and the tempting mouth.
Leaning in, Callum gave up the fight and kissed her.
Chapter 12
His lips were soft. Soft and questioning and demanding. Eva fell into the kiss. She opened her mouth and let him explore. He tasted of beer and tomato and something that was just the taste of Callum. His hand stayed on her neck, his touch warm and safe. She didn’t want the kiss to stop, but her back was starting to protest the awkward position.
Pulling back, she stood, came over and sat down in his lap. Callum’s eyes widened. He opened his mouth to say something, but she put a finger on his lips. “It’s just a kiss. A few kisses.” Then she leaned over and kissed him, letting her hair shadow his face and fall around them.
He tasted so good. Of spices and warmth. He tasted like a slice of heaven. She wrapped her arms around him and kept kissing him. His hand came up to touch her breast, a soft caress that had her catching her breath. His thumb rubbed over her nipple and she could feel wetness gathering between her legs. She leaned into him, pressing against him, feeling just how much he wanted her—he was hard against her thighs. She wrapped her fingers into his
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