Callie’s gaze slips to my mouth, and I swear I see desire on her face.

Fuck, she wants me.

Relief crashes over me, and my blood runs hotter. I step closer. “You know, it’s pretty busy back at the bar,” I murmur, sliding one hand around her waist. “We might not get served for a while.”

Callie looks amused. “Even with you owning the place?”

“Mmhmm,” I tug her closer, relieved and happy to have her in my arms again. “It would probably save us time going someplace quieter.”

Callie melts against me, all heat and lush curves, even as her eyes dance with amusement. “Something tells me, you have a suggestion.”

“Now that you mention it, my bar is pretty stocked.”

“Your bar. At your apartment?” Now Callie is grinning.

“That’s where it is. Just a few blocks away, in fact.”

“Are you trying to take me home, Phineas?” she smirks.

I wince. “Nobody calls me that except my grandmother. And I do not want to be thinking about her right now.”

“Whoops.” Callie grins. “I better help you forget her.”

She reaches up and kisses me, mouth sharp and sweet against mine.

God, she feels so damn good.

I pull her closer, deepening the kiss. It’s only been a day away from her, but fuck, I’ve missed this. The way her body fits against me… I could push her up against the wall and make her moan right now. Only, someone yells, “Get a room!” as they cruise by, bringing me back to my senses.

“My place,” I manage. “Now.”

We practically sprint the few blocks back to my apartment, pausing to make out on the street… in the stairwell… in the hallway before finally tumbling through the door.

The minute we’re inside, I push her up against the wall, finally free to feel every inch of her, my hands roving over her body as she arches eagerly and gasps for more.

Fuck, I’ll give her more.

I palm her breast, squeezing through the linen of her dress as I kiss down her neck. Callie moans, and it’s music to my ears. “You need this, hmm?” I murmur, peeling down her dress so I can kiss the smooth, lush swell of her breasts. Her nipples tighten, speaking louder than her breathy gasps. Damn. I suck one into my mouth and feel her body tense. “Yeah, I think you do,” I growl, hands moving lower as I suck and lick at her breast. I hike up her skirt, reaching between her thighs to find her panties already wet, stretched tightly against her.

Goddamn.

“Dash…” Callie moans, her voice rising. “Please…”

“God, I love it when you beg.” I lift my head to watch her as I slowly rub through her soaking panties. Callie’s mouth falls open.

“Oh…”

“More?” I tease, easing her panties down, and reaching for her again. Fuck, she’s so wet. Wet, and tight, and ready for me, but I force myself to go slow, keeping up the pace on her clit that’s driving her crazy, making her flushed and panting, whimpering with every touch until she’s shaking, and I’m pretty much holding her up.