Funny, I was thinking of her when I played it. But that was on the guitar. The piano makes it softer, more romantic. She’s humming as she’s playing.
Jesus, I’ve never seen anything sexier than Callie in this very moment. I’d wondered how I would feel about having her around my family. Would it be awkward? Uncomfortable? I’d never taken anyone to family dinner before, but it was none of those things.
Callie was gracious and friendly, despite being nervous, which she’ll deny, but her sweaty palms didn’t lie. She charmed my family almost as quickly as she charmed me.
Even Ailish went right to her, and if seeing Callie holding a baby wasn’t a kick to the balls, I don’t know what is. How can I barely know this woman, and already be thinking of something… permanent?
I don’t do permanent.
While she plays, I pull the cobbler out of the bag, open it and the ice cream, and help myself. Good music and good food. I could live on this alone for about a week.
Suddenly, she stops and turns around.
“Hey! Don’t eat it all!”
“Don’t stop now, sweetheart. I’m getting food and a show. I’m never on this end of it.” I grin and take another bite, but she gets up and joins me, kneeling between my legs. “Oh, you want me to share?”
Her lips purse as she tries not to smile. “Yes.”
“Okay.” I scoop up a tiny piece of cobbler and hold it up for her. “This is all you get.”
She sticks that suckable lower lip out in a pout. “But I played you a pretty song.”
“Okay.” I add just a tiny bit more. “There you go.”
She eats it off the spoon, then takes the utensil from me, loads it up with a huge bite of cobbler and ice cream and holds it up for me to eat.
“Delicious.”
“See? I was generous.”
I nod and return the favor, then lean in and lick a drop of ice cream off the outside of her lips, making her purr in that sexy as hell way she does that makes my cock come to full attention.
Next thing I know, she’s taken the whole damn thing and is running out of the room and toward the stairs.
“Mine!” she shouts and squeals when she hears my footsteps behind her. I could easily catch her, but I let her run, enjoying the way her ass moves up the stairs. She runs into the bedroom, to the bathroom, and shuts and locks the door.
“Does this mean you’re not sharing?” I ask calmly, enjoying the fuck out of her.
“Not sharing,” she confirms, panting. “Mmm, it’s so good.”
“Callie?”
“I’m sorry, Callie’s not here.”
I chuckle, pull my pocket knife out and get to work on the lock. It’s easy to pick. Her eyes widen when I open the door. Her mouth is stuffed full of cobbler.
“I think you should share.”
“I mox daf,” she says around the food.
“I know you locked it,” I reply, advancing on her. “I unlocked it.”
“Rude.”
“Yes, you are.” She smirks and is about to put the last bite in her mouth, but I catch her wrist in my fist and quickly take the bite instead. “You’re also a dessert hog.”
“It’s your fault for only getting one.”
She wipes her mouth on a towel, stands, and smooths her hands down her shirt and jeans. “I’ll be going home now.”
I simply grin at her prim declaration. “No. You won’t.”
“No?”
I shake my head.
“What am I going to do then?”
I take her hand, the grin still firmly on my face, toss her over my shoulder, and slap her ass with a loud whack.
“Hey!”
“Did that hurt?” I ask, carrying her down the stairs.
“No. Where are we going?”
“You’ll see.”
“You’re not taking me to bed?” I love that her voice sounds disappointed. I want her to crave me. To need me. Because I sure as fuck need to be inside her any chance I can get.
“Not yet.”
“Declan!” The frustration in her voice makes me laugh, and then she’s laughing with me. “You’re such an ass.”
“Yep.” I stop out on the back porch and set her down, then turn her to face the yard. “I wanted to show you this too.”