IRISH
Callister’s lips were warm and soft against mine, and for a moment, I let myself get lost in the kiss, in the feeling of his arms around me. I grabbed his head in the process of deepening the kiss and he leaned it and began to fumble with my buttons.
I leaned into him, deepening the kiss. He let out a low growl and pinned me to the bed with his body, his fingers caressing the insides of my thighs. But then, as always, thoughts of Aria crept into my mind, and I found myself pulling away, my heart heavy with worry.
Callister frowned, his dark eyes searching my face. “What’s wrong, Irish? You’ve been stressed lately. Is something bothering you?”
I forced a smile, trying to brush off his concern. “It’s just work,” I said, my voice sounding hollow even to my own ears. “There’s a lot g
