Free Greek Billionaire's Uncontrollable Attraction (The Rosso Family Series Book 3) by Leslie North

questions.” Tucking her arm into his, he started walking with her. “This is the way to see New York.”
    He walked her to Broadway, to the noise of Times Square, and then to the quite of Central Park, and then back to the hotel. They didn’t talk as they walked—just walked, arms linked, steps matching. Eva thought it was one of the best moments of her life.
    It was odd how she didn’t really need words with Callum. How sometimes it was good to just walk with him like this, or to sit and read while he read something else. He was always challenging her—and finding ways to make her see things differently.
    Upstairs again, in front of their room, she turned and faced him. “Callum—”
    “We should get some sleep.”
    “Callum, I’m never going to forget you. What you’ve done for me. I don’t ever want to forget you.” She linked her fingers with his. “Stay with me tonight.”
    He leaned against the door. “Your brother—”
    “Is not here. Am I ready for my tests?”
    He nodded. “You are.”
    “Then you are no longer my tutor, are you?”
    “Well, I guess not.”
    “But you’re my friend?”
    He nodded again and touched her cheek. “Eva, this…we’re from two different worlds. I’m not the guy for you, you know.”
    “I’m only asking for a lovely memory, Callum. And I…I want you to teach me one more thing before you go back to your own life.” She stepped close and wrapped her arms around him. “Teach me how to make love.”

Chapter 14
    Callum gave a groan. There were a lot of things he could resist, but Eva pressed up against him, those dark eyes pleading, that voice so low with need and desire—he was melting. He kissed Eva’s forehead, then her cheek, and then her lips. He intended the kisses to be kind—to soften the rejection. But her mouth opened under his and he forgot everything.
    He got the door to her room open somehow and his coat off. Her coat went flying, along with boots—and somehow she kept her lips fused to his. He dragged off his shirt—thank God for buttons, got his hands back on her. She had to pull away to pull off her sweater—and whose idea were these leggings that were so hard to get off? But she shimmied out of them and out of her underwear as well.
    He was at the end of his self-control. He slipped off his jeans and boxers, and then got his socks off. Eva fell back on the bed and stared up at him, dark eyes gleaming, her body naked, stretched out before him.
    “You’re a work of art,” he muttered. She smiled and licked her lips. His entire body pulsed. God, I need to get inside of her!
    He lay next to her and pulled her into his arms, reveling in the feel of her firm breasts against his chest. Her nipples hardened. He threaded his hands into her hair and kissed her again. He wanted her to know just how much he wanted her. He wanted her to know she was desirable. He wanted her to know she was perfect.
    “Callum,” she muttered. “Protection?”
    He groaned. He didn’t have anything. Sitting up, he touched her face. “We can do this without one.”
    She gave a small laugh. “Really.”
    “Oh, really.” He smiled. This might just be better. He moved down her body, kissing her breast, her stomach. Nestled between her legs, he spread them wide. He glanced up at her once, and then dove into her warmth, licking at the wetness between her legs, tasting something sweeter than honey. He was tasting her.
    She gave a moan and Callum shifted so he could stroke her and push a finger into her. She moaned again. He licked her and sucked on her clit. He made love to her. The sounds she started to make—small gasping noises—drove him on. He got two fingers into her and spread them wide. She shifted, throwing her legs wider. Yeah, she was on fire. He could feel her skin heat under his touch. He pushed into her more and licked and sucked harder.
    She came apart for him, shattered with soft, mewing sounds of need and pleasure. Mouth slick, he looked up at her,