Madeline doubted the words Calhoun just said. Did he mean it literally or did it mean something else? Her lips felt too alive like her body. Without any warning, Calhoun put his hand around her waist and pulled her up as he sat on the bed on his heels. Her hands clutched onto his shoulders. As Calhoun had pulled her up with the dress still bunched up, her legs had ended up on either side of him while her core pressed on something hard. It had her gasp when he pulled her body close to him on his lap.
"Cal-" Madeline started only to be hushed by him.
"Ssh," he looked at her, "This is what you do to me," one of his hands that was placed on her bottom, pulling her closer so that she could feel him. Madeline looked like she was out of breath. Her lips had parted in a silent plea which she wasn't sure what it was asking for.
