Off Limits, Brother's Best Friend Chapter 226

Chapter 226: Let Me Eat You 

Callan

I moved my hand up and down her side but when she began to stir awake, I quickly shut my eyes. I am not a creep trying to watch her sleep, she shifted slightly below me and then I felt the warmth of her lips pressed against my bare chest. She softly kissed me there. Why the fuck did a new kind of heat rush through me? Not the fire that tore apart my inside, this heat was something else. 

I started to feel her fingers run up my back, I pretended to stir awake too. As soon as my eyes opened, they were met by her beautiful ones. Again, why the fuck do I have a smile on my face? I tried to drop it.

“Good morning,” her soft sleepy voice said. Mine was much more gravelly when I replied.

“We fell asleep naked.” She muttered. She kind of laughed, I pressed my body against her even more and hummed in appreciation.

“Good, it makes it easier to have you again.” I let my hands wander downwards. Her skin is soft to the touch, I cupped her ass and kneaded the flash. I could feel my dick already twitching.

“I am starving.” She whined, I turned us so she was laying on top of my body and my hands were still cupping her ass.

“So am I. So, let me eat you.” I whispered against her ear. Her cheeks tinted and it made me chuckle.

“After breakfast, maybe.” She motioned to get up, my hold stopped her.

“Maybe?” I arched my brow.

“There is no maybe, I am going to have you again, Brianna.” I let her know that.

She leaned down and pecked my lips, I let her up and watched her little body move around while she looked for something to slip on. She grabbed my t-shirt and pulled it over her head. Damnit, she looks so good in my shírt.

“I will make breakfast, what do you think?” She tipped her head.

My eyes took every inch of her, are we just going to wake up today and act like the last seven months haven't happened? It would be easier than talking it out, I loathe talking especially in that way. I found myself standing up and stretching, grabbing sweatpants and slipping them on to join her in my kitchen. I leaned against the wall and watched her moving around in a somewhat familiar way. When she first moved here, she lived in this apartment for a few weeks, she did cook so I guess she remembered where most things were.

“You like omelettes, right?” she glanced up at me, clearly knowing I was here. 

I nodded and she turned her back to me to grab something. The hem of my shirt just skirted below her ass and I wanted more than that tiny glimpse. I wanted to grab her and fuck her against the kitchen counter. She remembers the little details about me, it is not like we have exclusively discussed what I liked to eat for breakfast but when I had been with her overseas, we would have breakfast together and it is just something she noted and clearly remembers about me. I don't know how that makes me feel. Feeling…. shut the fuck up, Callan.

The thing is I know little details about her too, more than she had ever realized. My eyes watch her even when I don't realize that they are doing it, besides, whenever I would take her out, I would encourage her to speak. She filled most of the gasp in our conversation and I wanted it that way. I like watching her talk. I should have known then and there that this girl was trouble for me. I liked watching her talk? I usually want a woman to shut up and choke on my dick, I don't sit at a table and listen to her talking. I let all this have a handle on me last year, but I shouldn't let that happen again. I shouldn't just fall into this just because we finally has sex again, I shouldn't and yet I am watching her cook and my fucking lip is tipped up in what. A smile? Fuck off.

“Smells good.” I finally walked up behind her at the stove and wrapped my hands around her hips, pressing her against me.

“It is about finished if you want to grab a plate.” She let me know. I held her against me for another second and found myself leaning down to kiss her neck. She squirmed because she likes it. 

We ended up setting up breakfast in the dining room and this felt very normal in a way it shouldn't. We didn't ever really do this at my house before, her old apartment yes but not here. I caught her eyes lingering on my bare torso and smirked. 

“Need something?” I asked her just to be a prick.

“Huh?” She quickly snapped her eyes upward. When she saw the amusement in my face she knew she had been caught checking me out. Good, because I want her too. I always wanted this girl to want me and I have no explanation as to why. Even when Brianna Fletcher was only my best friend's baby sister, I still had this sick urge to have her curious about me. Craving me for no good reason, I wasn't even going to act on it, I just wanted this girl to want me and she does, she wants me. So what am I going to do about it?

“Do you have work today?” She asked as she cut into her food. It brought me back to the present moment instead of being lost in my thoughts.

“I can decide whether I do or I don't.” I shrugged.

There is always technically something I could be doing because I am a control freak running this mafia and I oversee everything but I don't have to be anywhere I don't want to be.

“Why?” I asked her when she didn't comment further. She looked hesitant to reply but my persistent stare made her cave.

“I just…well, I want to have sex again.” She told me. But that wasn't just it, there was more.

“And?” I called her out, she looked at her plate so she wouldn't have to look at me.

“And…umm, spend a little time with you. I don't know how you feel about it but it has been a long time since I saw you in this way and I figured. I don't know, maybe, we could..” she started rambling so I shut her up.

“Fine,” I muttered.

“Fine?” She looked surprised that I would agree.

She had no idea, she had no idea how fucking badly I carved this. She thinks I am doing her the favor of agreeing, a small smile played on her lips but she looked down at her plate again and moved a few things around with her fork.

“Okay,” she said quietly. 

We ate in silence for a few minutes before she started talking to me. She was talking about that Donatella woman that she works for or works with.

“I feel like Cartier is a well known brand, right? You know it?” She asked me. I was watching her pretty mouth moving and watching that thing her eyes do when she is excited about something.

“Yes, I know it.” I nodded to her. She paused for a second and I could tell she was trying to decide if she was talking too much.

I have seen her do it plenty of times, so I am familiar with it by now. All I have to do is nod for her to continue or make a small comment and she jumps right back in. Like right now.

“So, what does being the face entail?” I asked.

“Oh,” she said and started talking again while I was listening. So help me god. I am listening but my eyes also just can't help but watch. 

After breakfast, I knew what I wanted. I wanted to be inside her again and she knew it too. She was cleaning a dish but her eyes kept wandering back over to me and she would check out my body or watch me watching her with lust in my eyes. I only snapped out of it when her phone started ringing.

“Oh, crap. It is probably Bryce.” She huffed, knowing he would wonder where she was since she didn't come home last night. 

Since she had left the phone on the counter, I went to it so I could hand it to her. Her hands were wet from washing the dish. I paused and stared at the contact name while something began to bubble up inside me. My heart pumped a little faster and I gritted my teeth. 

“So this is still going on?” I asked, sliding her phone across the counter and rolled my jaw.

She glanced down and froze slightly. Roy fucking Vortex. She started drying her hands quickly.