Free Between Love & Fire (Backstage #1) by Dani René Page A

those intense deep-blue eyes were staring down at me. His tongue flicked out moistening his soft pink lips, and the gesture sent a tingle straight to my clit. My pussy pulsed with need.
    “Thank you.” He took the glass from my hand. When his fingers brushed against mine, I almost dropped the glass. The way he held my gaze had my panties melting. My need for him surpassed every rational thought in my head. I needed to put distance between us. He was too close. Desire swirled thick in the surrounding air.
    “Callum.” I breathed his name. My voice was low, raspy, and I chided myself letting him get to me this much. Even though his name was a warning on my lips, he ignored it and leaned down. Instinctively, my eyes fluttered closed. His lips feathered mine and this time I had nowhere to go. He reached behind me and set his glass down on the counter. He freed me of my glass and gripped my hips in a vice like hold, pulling me into him. His rock hard body flush against mine. Every ridge and plane of those sculpted abs pressed against me. I was lost. Just for that moment. I let myself go in that minute. I gave in. And let this annoying man kiss me. I am so fucked.
    I ran my fingers through his soft hair and completely forgot about anything around me. He growled into my mouth as his tongue twirled with mine. It was such a sensual dance that my panties were soaked with arousal. I was fully aware of his erection pressing against my stomach. I had to catch my breath. He needed to stop. I needed to stop. My control slipped, but I had to get it back. This situation overwhelmed me. I placed my hands on his chest and I could feel his muscles tense. A low groan vibrated under my touch.
    The taste of him was intoxicating. With a slow push, he reluctantly broke the kiss. He held my face in his hands and looked deep into my eyes. The pad of his thumb brushed over my lower lip. His voice was hoarse. Filled with desire as he whispered. “Now that is a first kiss.” Reaching behind me, he picked up his wine glass. Turning, he walked into the living room. Leaving me reeling from the most amazing kiss I have ever had. I picked up my wine, gulping a mouthful, then refilling my glass. As I walked back into the living room, he smiled like nothing happened.
    “Well, that was…” My words trailed off and I couldn’t find an apt description. Callum patted the space beside him on the sofa and I sat down watching him.
    “Yes, that was.” He replied in his low timbre. It seemed we were both stunned. I definitely wasn’t expecting a kiss with Callum Hayes to be so good. Well, that’s a lie, I knew it would be. A small smile spread across my face and he noticed. “Did I bring on that smile?” He inquired, I nodded slowly.
    “You surprised me, nothing more.” He reached out, starting at my shoulder, tracing a slow feather light path down my arm. It sent electric currents shooting over my skin. Goose bumps rose in the wake of his touch and I shivered involuntarily.
    “You do realize that you’re beautiful,” he whispered.
    “Callum, I am just an average girl. Please don’t say things like that?” He sat forward, his fierce gaze burned into me.
    Ignoring my request, he murmured. “You couldn’t be more wrong. Average doesn’t even begin to describe what you are, Tayla Quinn.”
    He set his glass down on the coffee table and leaned in towards me. My body reacted to his proximity and my lips tingled. My mind pleaded for him to kiss me again. And when his lips met mine, my eyes fluttered closed and the stars behind my eyelids sparkled. The heat of his kiss traveled over my feverish skin and my pussy pulsed with need. My clit throbbed for his fingers to tease me. To slide into me. My panties nearly disintegrated when his hand gripped my thigh, then continued to tease its way higher. His kiss scorched me. His touch ignited my skin. A primal growl from low in his throat tightened the desire in my belly. Slowly he moved over me. Our bodies in