Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 39596 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 198(@200wpm)___ 158(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39596 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 198(@200wpm)___ 158(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
Lonnie shifted, pulling Callan out of the memory. When his eyes blinked open, he stared at Callan with sleepy, hooded eyes. Callan held his breath, turned on out of his mind. It took Lonnie a few moments to orient himself, obviously confused he wasn’t in his bed at first. Then those wide lips stretched into the sweetest smile.
Callan just hauled him up until he was straddling Callan’s lap. Lonnie settled against him, slumping forward, his hands on Callan’s chest.
At first, Lonnie just looked at him, running that gaze all over his horns, then face. Callan wondered if this beautiful little human liked his face. He couldn’t really be considered handsome by most. His skin wasn’t completely smooth—there were lines and scars.
So no, not handsome. Interesting, maybe. Hopefully.
He waited for Lonnie to say something, barely able to breathe. And as he waited, heat began to change Lonnie’s features. A flush filled his cheeks, his eyes went to half mast, and his sexy lips parted.
Lonnie was staring at his mouth. Then he leaned in close, locking eyes for a moment as if he were asking for permission.
“Yes,” Callan whispered.
Lonnie let out a moan that was sexy as hell as hell as he pressed his lips to Callan’s.
And Callan saw stars.
Need swamped him as he pressed his fingers into Lonnie’s back. He opened his lips, letting Lonnie inside, eliciting another of those lusty moans.
He could smell how excited Lonnie was growing—a sweet and musky scent that made his brain spin. This time, he was the one to moan, and that sound must have sparked something in Lonnie because he squirmed closer, deepening the kiss. He felt Lonnie hardening against his stomach. He was already there himself, rigid and aching. He ran his palms all over Lonnie’s back and shoulders, then his waist. He absolutely adored that Lonnie had love handles.
Lonnie took his mouth away, leaning back to look at Callan, who was digging his fingers into that softness. He didn’t dig hard—not yet. This whole situation had a gentle air to it that was new to him. He was used to rough kisses, loud grunts, not soft moans and sweet morning smiles. He didn’t even mind the morning breath.
But when Lonnie came back to his mouth, this kiss wasn’t gentle. It was like a gas-soaked torch being lit as shared lust blazed between them.
Callan was so completely in Lonnie’s thrall, it took him several moments to hear the loud knocking on the front door.
“Ignore them and maybe they’ll go away,” Lonnie whispered against his lips.
“Can’t,” Callan said as he reluctantly lifted Lonnie off his lap. “It’s my boss.”
“Oh!” Obviously flustered, Lonnie clasped his hands over the tent in his sweats. “I can’t meet him like this!” he hissed.
Callan couldn’t help his delighted laugh. The professor just looked adorable with his beet red face and squirming body. He got it. He was still so turned on, it felt like he might combust.
It wasn’t to be helped. “He’ll understand.”
“Oh god,” Lonnie said before he threw one of his multi-colored blankets over his shoulders and wrapped it around himself. “It’s winter. It’s cold. It’s early.”
He was mumbling all this under his breath and Callan threw back his head to laugh as he walked to the door. Xavier was too polite to pay attention to his own rampant erection.
He let his boss in.
Xavier, wearing dark slacks and a black sweater under his beige winter coat, stepped into the house, and as Callan expected, he paid no attention to the obvious sexual atmosphere. Callan didn’t think the sorcerer could smell the lust-filled moment he’d walked in on, but he did know Xavier was perceptive as hell.
He didn’t care if Xavier knew—he was proud of having a mate. He was more disappointed at the interruption since things had been getting really good.
Xavier held out his hand to Lonnie. “I’m Xavier, owner of Protective Solutions. I talked with your sister, Gabby. Pleased to meet you.”
Lonnie’s hand shot out to shake while he used his other hand to keep the blanket closed.
Callan snorted.
He looked so silly. Yet still adorable. Callan’s chest puffed out a bit with the knowledge he’d affected his mate so much.
“So Callan has filled me in on your late-night visitor. I’d like to see where he was standing. And then we’ll look at the notes.”
Lonnie nodded and scurried down the hall, still clutching that blanket.
Xavier gave Callan one lifted eyebrow.
“He just woke up and is cold,” Callan explained. “I didn’t realize you would come so early.”
“It’s ten o’clock, Callan.”
“It is?” Callan glanced at the clock next to the television. “Lonnie didn’t fall asleep until early this morning.”
“He didn’t have to teach today?”
Callan shook his head. “No classes today. Is a good thing after last night.” He led the way into Lonnie’s bedroom, moving freely; he’d grown comfortable with all the shelves. He could no longer smell the intruder, but that scent would be familiar to him if he ran into it again. Lonnie stood next to the bed; he’d finally ditched the blanket. Callan’s gaze went immediately to his crotch, but all was fine there. When he looked back up, it was to find Lonnie giving him a pleading look as if he were asking Callan not to look there and make it worse again. He bit back a grin.