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to get up
to the roof and find out what Booker wanted. Although, there wasn’t much more
they could do to him. Nothing else they could take from him.
    “Theo, you’re making me nervous.” Callie
appeared in the doorway of the bathroom with her clothes in her hand. “I think
I should leave. I didn’t mean to impose or to make you uncomfortable
or…whatever is going on right now.”
    He sucked in a deep breath and released
it, counting to ten with his eyes closed. When he opened them again, her tank
top was back on and she was busy with the skirt.
    “No, I’m sorry. I apologize. It’s not
your fault.” He sat on the toilet and met her eyes. “There’s someone waiting
for me on the roof, and I don’t want to go up to see him.” The glass walled
shower stall in front of him was close enough for him to stretch his legs out and
tap his toes against.
    “Oh?” The whisper of fabric stilled. He
chanced glancing at her, so close, so beautiful with her hip resting on the
vanity. “Who?”
    The urge to tell her everything, to
spill his guts out to this female hovering on the edge of running from the
room, from his apartment and life almost forced the story from his lips. Who
better to tell than her, a near stranger who’d be gone in a few days? But he
had a flaw, even after all the long years trapped in his stone form.
Selfishness. The very sin that led to his punishment to begin with still
resided in his heart. If he told her of his shame, she’d leave.
    And the last thing he wanted right now was
to be alone. “Booker. His name is Booker. He’s the head of the aerie.”
    “Oh.” Callie moved closer, and then
perched on the vanity next to him. “So don’t.”
    “What?”
    Her fingers caressed his scalp, finger
combed his hair back. “Don’t go if you don’t want to. What will happen if you
stay here with me?”
    “I don’t know. They’ve already taken
everything from me.” He shrugged. “Yell at me, perhaps. Tell me how foolish and
indecent my behavior today has been.”
    The sound of a smothered giggle reached
him, and he cocked his head to see her face. Pink cheeks, nostrils flaring, and
her hand clamped over her mouth. Yes, giggling again.
    The mirth bubbling over in her eyes took
root somewhere in his gut, and he began to laugh as well. To hell with Booker,
his edicts, and his ideas of propriety. Being encased in stone for five hundred
years changed Theo. What did he care for the aerie’s demands and ideas about
behavior? He’d watched and observed over all those long years alone. Acted as
confessional for the sinners who came to speak to him, the sounding board they
relied on because they knew he could not tell anyone their secrets.
    And perhaps they sensed that he would
not, even if he could.
    He caught her ankle in his left hand and
circled the delicate bone with his thumb. Soft, supple calf muscle gave way to
the hidden place at the back of her knee, the edge of her thigh. At that point,
he stilled, not moving his hand any higher. Waiting.
    A shiver ran over her, and then she
guided him around to the front of her leg, to the crease where thigh and torso
met. He ran his finger down the flesh there, her pupils enlarging with desire
as he stroked.
    The time for indecision and anger over
the past slid away. Now, there was only Callie.
    He surged to his feet and crowded in
close to her, crushed her hips to his, wanted her to feel the hard length of
his cock and know how much she turned him on. This time when he kissed her, he
took his time, using care and slow deep probes of his tongue to drive her
higher and higher.
    She moaned and wriggled, reached for his
zipper, and even though his erection hurt from being trapped in his pants, he
took control of her hands, holding them with gentle restraint behind her back.
    This time, he wasn’t going to fuck her
senseless against a wall. She’d come—when he let her. After he’d tasted every
inch of skin, plunged his tongue inside her tight channel,