Page 56 of The Highlander's Auctioned Hellion
“You once told me you were a beast. Well, perhaps that title wouldn’t fit you quite so well if you didn’t act so much like one.”
Callum watched her breasts rise and fall, his blood pounding in his ears. She looked so small and weak, yet there was wildfire burning through her veins.
“Ye are tellin’ me I am a beast?” he whispered. “Well then, if I touch ye now, ye will pull away in disgust, is that it?”
“Why would you touch me? You told me you weren’t interested in any woman.”
She gasped as Callum gripped her upper arms, lifting her effortlessly up against the door, pinning her with his hips.
Lydia closed her eyes, her jaw clenching as she tried to push him away.
“If ye dinnae want a beast to touch ye, tell me to let ye go and I will. We can sit in silence, side by side, and wait to be releasedfrom this little prison of our own makin’. Or ye can be silent, and let me have me way with ye.”
Lydia opened her eyes as they flashed fire, but her body was loose against him, melting for him even as she fought her own desires.
“I want ye to beg me,” he whispered, his stubbled cheek brushing her jaw as he pressed his body against her. “I want ye to tell me what ye want, and I’ll give it to ye.”
“Never.”
He chuckled, licking her neck as she shuddered beneath him.
“Did ye like what ye saw earlier?” he asked, watching her cheeks flush scarlet. “Because I could feel yer eyes on me from the lake.”
He pushed his hips forward, and Lydia let out a gasp of pleasure as he pressed his hard length between her legs.
“Let’s see what ye really want, M’Lady,” he said, lowering her to the ground as she stared up at him in confusion.
Stepping back, Callum stripped off his léine, enjoying the way her green eyes roamed over his skin, the pupils blown wide with lust.
Returning to her, he kept a few inches of space between them.
“Ye can tell me what ye want, and ye can touch me. Or ye stay silent, and ye cannae. We wait in the quiet until they come for us.” He leaned in close. “I might take all me clothes off while I wait, because it is mighty hot in here.”
Lydia could barely think. The sight of all that magnificent flesh was doing things to her insides, as Callum kept a careful distance between them.
I want to touch him.
She had never been this close to a naked man before in her life, and none of the men in thetonlooked like this.
Callum was so wide and broad it caught her breath, and without conscious effort, she extended a hand toward him.
He gripped her wrist before she could touch him.
“Beg me.”
She scowled at him. “Never.”
“Very well, have it yer way,” he said, tugging her away from the door. Lydia cried out as he pulled her body into his arms and lowered them to the floor.
Suddenly, she found herself lying on her back on the rug before the fire with Callum looming over her.
“Ye may think I am a beast, but it’s a beast ye want.”
“You are the most arrogant man who ever lived,” she retorted, even as her body betrayed her with a soft moan as he ran a hand over her waist.
“Aye, and that’s what ye want, too.”
His confidence was mesmerizing, and Lydia watched, fascinated, as he reached behind her, his biceps bulging as he pulled the long lengths of fabric Kristen had given her from the chair where she had left them.
