But this was Callum. So I tilted my head and said, “You want me to crawl?” His jaw pulsed, like he was worried he’d said too much. “On occasion.” “And when I’m not on my hands and knees?” “Then I’ll be the one crawling.” My pulse pounded in my ears, the moment sliding from sweet to sensual in a single heartbeat. “Prove it.” His nostrils flared but he offered no complaint as he held his ribs and slowly lowered to his knees, eyes on mine. I got off on every moment of it, the knowledge no other woman had ever had him this way.
