had been very welcoming to her, not digging into her shallow and vague background stories. They took her at face value, not demanding anything more than that.
Vi pressed her fingertips against the window pane, trying to quell the sudden surge of worry. She still felt trapped, stifled. Controlled.
Tomorrow, she’d have to explain to Callum that she couldn’t stay here.
She heard a sound, something like a creaking footstep. Heart leaping into her throat, she turned her head toward it.
Silence.
Then, creeeeeak .
Someone was walking in the apartment.
No, not walking. Sneaking through the apartment.
What little she knew of Callum said that he wasn’t exactly a man who would sneak around in his own loft.
Vi tiptoed over to her suitcase, unzipping it as quickly and stealthily as she could. She fished around in the bottom, producing a switchblade. She was her father’s daughter, after all, and she didn’t take chances.
Keeping the blade closed, tucked against her palm, she padded to the door. Ever so softly, she opened her door and checked the hallway.
Clear, silent.
She crept down the hall, sticking to the wall to avoid those creaky spots in the floor. When she peeked into the kitchen and living room, she saw…
Nothing. No one.
Exhaling, she walked to the French doors, peering out onto the balcony.
Creeeeaaaak.
She whirled, heart pounding. Callum was only inches behind her, grabbing her wrists and twisting until she dropped the knife with a gasp. He picked her up and backed her against the French doors, knocking the wind from her lungs.
Only then did she notice that his eyes were barely open. He certainly wasn’t looking at her… in fact, he didn’t seem to be conscious.
“Callum, what the hell are you doing?!” she cried as he moved closer, caging her in against the window.
She struggled, and he growled softly until she stilled.
He pinned her in place, but didn’t hurt her. With his eyes still half-closed, he lifted a hand to brush a lock of hair back from her cheek, whispering something unintelligible under his breath.
What the hell is happening? she wondered.
Then Callum leaned in, his lips descending to crush against hers in a hard, insistent kiss. She froze under his touch, completely confused as to why the hell Callum was…
Sleepwalking? Sleep-kissing? Whatever it was, she didn’t understand it.
He stepped closer, pressing his body up against hers. She gasped when she felt his erection against her belly, long and thick and unmistakable. When she opened her mouth, he invaded, sweeping his tongue against hers in sensual strokes.
Despite the strange moment, she couldn’t help the burst of heat low in her body, the way her breasts swelled slightly with arousal. Her mind instantly flashed to their night together, an illicit image of the way he bent her over, held her down, and fucked her until she screamed his name again and again.
His hand shifted to cup her breast, pinching her nipple through her thin t-shirt until she groaned. It felt good, but…
When he ground his cock against her belly again, sliding that hand down toward the waistband of her sleep shorts, she knew she had to stop him. If he touched her like that…
Well, she’d had a dose of his talent in that arena, with his fingers and his tongue. She might not be able to push him away after that; she absolutely could not complicate things any more than she already had by fucking him again.
She struggled, managing to catch his wrist and twist it at a painful angle.
His eyes opened, bright green and filled with confusion. He stilled, then shoved himself back from her body, his brow furrowing.
“What the fuck?” he said. Accusing, almost.
She cleared her throat. “You… you were sleepwalking?”
His expression tensed. “Go back to the guest room. You shouldn’t be out here at night.”
Callum turned on his heel and stormed off toward his bedroom, closing the door with a definitive slam.
Vi brought her fingertips to her
Vi pressed her fingertips against the window pane, trying to quell the sudden surge of worry. She still felt trapped, stifled. Controlled.
Tomorrow, she’d have to explain to Callum that she couldn’t stay here.
She heard a sound, something like a creaking footstep. Heart leaping into her throat, she turned her head toward it.
Silence.
Then, creeeeeak .
Someone was walking in the apartment.
No, not walking. Sneaking through the apartment.
What little she knew of Callum said that he wasn’t exactly a man who would sneak around in his own loft.
Vi tiptoed over to her suitcase, unzipping it as quickly and stealthily as she could. She fished around in the bottom, producing a switchblade. She was her father’s daughter, after all, and she didn’t take chances.
Keeping the blade closed, tucked against her palm, she padded to the door. Ever so softly, she opened her door and checked the hallway.
Clear, silent.
She crept down the hall, sticking to the wall to avoid those creaky spots in the floor. When she peeked into the kitchen and living room, she saw…
Nothing. No one.
Exhaling, she walked to the French doors, peering out onto the balcony.
Creeeeaaaak.
She whirled, heart pounding. Callum was only inches behind her, grabbing her wrists and twisting until she dropped the knife with a gasp. He picked her up and backed her against the French doors, knocking the wind from her lungs.
Only then did she notice that his eyes were barely open. He certainly wasn’t looking at her… in fact, he didn’t seem to be conscious.
“Callum, what the hell are you doing?!” she cried as he moved closer, caging her in against the window.
She struggled, and he growled softly until she stilled.
He pinned her in place, but didn’t hurt her. With his eyes still half-closed, he lifted a hand to brush a lock of hair back from her cheek, whispering something unintelligible under his breath.
What the hell is happening? she wondered.
Then Callum leaned in, his lips descending to crush against hers in a hard, insistent kiss. She froze under his touch, completely confused as to why the hell Callum was…
Sleepwalking? Sleep-kissing? Whatever it was, she didn’t understand it.
He stepped closer, pressing his body up against hers. She gasped when she felt his erection against her belly, long and thick and unmistakable. When she opened her mouth, he invaded, sweeping his tongue against hers in sensual strokes.
Despite the strange moment, she couldn’t help the burst of heat low in her body, the way her breasts swelled slightly with arousal. Her mind instantly flashed to their night together, an illicit image of the way he bent her over, held her down, and fucked her until she screamed his name again and again.
His hand shifted to cup her breast, pinching her nipple through her thin t-shirt until she groaned. It felt good, but…
When he ground his cock against her belly again, sliding that hand down toward the waistband of her sleep shorts, she knew she had to stop him. If he touched her like that…
Well, she’d had a dose of his talent in that arena, with his fingers and his tongue. She might not be able to push him away after that; she absolutely could not complicate things any more than she already had by fucking him again.
She struggled, managing to catch his wrist and twist it at a painful angle.
His eyes opened, bright green and filled with confusion. He stilled, then shoved himself back from her body, his brow furrowing.
“What the fuck?” he said. Accusing, almost.
She cleared her throat. “You… you were sleepwalking?”
His expression tensed. “Go back to the guest room. You shouldn’t be out here at night.”
Callum turned on his heel and stormed off toward his bedroom, closing the door with a definitive slam.
Vi brought her fingertips to her
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