Page 108 of Poison and Wine

His finger came to tip my chin upward to meet his gaze. “What about me?”

“How good you were with those little girls.” While it wasn’t totally the truth, it wasn’t a lie.

A smirk curved on his lips. “What can I say? I charm the ladies of all ages.”

I playfully swatted him with the broom. “Don’t make this about your charm.”

“I can’t help it if it’s the truth.”

“I’m talking about how I haven’t seen you with children before.”

“And?”

With a genuine smiled, I replied, “I liked what I saw. A lot.”

The cockiness in his expression faded and was replaced by an intensity that sent a shudder through me. “I’d be even better with my own child.”

“I know you would.” Staring into his eyes, I added, “I’d like to see you with one.”

He brushed a strand of hair out of my face. “Does that mean what I think it means?”

Of course, Callum had gone straight for the procreation meant consummation. He’d been more than patient with me. And although he was somewhat satisfied by the handjobs and blowjobs I’d been giving him in the last week, I knew he wanted more.

More than anything, I knew I was ready. In spite of my assurance, a nervous laugh burst from my lips, which caused Callum to furrow his brows. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t laughing at you. It was just nerves.”

“There’s nothing to be nervous about.” Cocking his head at me, he asked, “Haven’t I put you at ease?”

Placing my palm against his cheek, I replied, “You’ve been amazing.”

“So what’s there to be nervous about?”

“It’s a little nerve wracking to ask you to make love to me.”

Callum’s eyes bulged comically wide. “You’re serious?”

I bit down on my lip before smiling slightly. “I am.”

He brought his forehead against mine. “Oh, Kitten, you don’t know how fucking happy this makes me.”

With a giggle, I replied, “I think I can guess.”

Callum chuckled, then his expression grew serious. “Tonight?”

When I shook my head, his face fell, and I fought the urge to laugh again. Instead, I replied, “Unless you have something else to do, I was thinking now.”

He stared at me in almost disbelief. “Right now?”

I couldn’t hold back my laughter this time. “Well, not here, but yes.”

A shudder rippled through him. “Kitten, you can’t say shit like that to me and not expect me to rip your clothes off.”

I smacked his arm. “We’re in church.”

He grinned. “Not exactly. It’s not like we’d be fucking on the altar.”

A shriek of horror escaped my lips before I brought my hand up to cover his mouth. “If you don’t stop, I’m going to have to stop in confession before we can do anything.”

Groaning, Callum rolled his eyes. “Fine,” he murmured against my hand. When I removed it, he flashed me a smoldering look. “I’m not sure I can make it back to the house. Can I take you to a hotel?”

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