Callister’s POV

I leaned down, kissing my way across his jaw and then down to his neck, letting my tongue slide across his skin. My hands slid down his shirt, fingers playing with the buttons, slowly pulling each one open.

He caught my wrist for a moment, and I gave him a teasing look.

"You don't want me to stop," I said in a soft voice. "You need this. I know you do."

Julian's eyes remained on me guardedly, but his hands were still on my waist. He was holding me there.

So I leaned down ...