Page 47 of Edinburgh Escape
Chapter 10
“Don’t stop,” Maggie said. “That feels nice.”
Callum’s pulse quickened, shooting red-hot blood and adrenaline through his body. He trailed kisses up the length of her neck to her earlobe. “You smell like wild flowers.” Turning her in his arms, he transferred his lips to hers in a soul-searing kiss that left him wanting so much more.
She whispered against his mouth, “Is it wrong to want more?”
Her words echoed his thoughts, threatening to send him over the edge of reason. Callum captured her cheeks in his hands. “Nothing’s wrong with the way you feel. I feel it, too.” He stared down into her eyes as they reflected the starlight.
She sighed. “We’ve known each other for such a short time.”
“And lived through a lot in that timeframe.”
“We have.” Her hands climbed up his chest to cup the back of his neck. “And yet, that’s not what’s on my mind.”
His lips twitched at the corners. “No?”
Her eyelids lowered halfway, her gaze lowering to his lips. “No.”
His heartbeat thundered against his chest as he fought for control, not wanting to frighten her when he felt they were on the precipice of something wonderful. “What’s on your mind, my bonnie lass?”
“I haven’t stopped thinking about the tub in the bathroom.”
He laughed out loud. “A bathtub?”
“It’s selfish and maybe silly, but I can’t stop wondering if it really is big enough for two.” She raised her gaze to his.
“Oh, sweet Maggie, there’s only one way to find out.” Callum bent, swept her up in his arms and marched through the French doors and across the bedroom. He didn’t stop until he was in the bathroom, standing in front of the tub in question. Slowly lowering her feet to the floor, he gathered her close and brushed a strand of copper curls back from her forehead. He kissed her mouth, her cheek and her neck just below her earlobe. “Do you know how beautiful you are in that dress?”
“You might have said something to that effect,” she said, her voice breathy, as if she couldn’t quite get enough air. “You also said you want to take it off me.” Maggie turned her back to him. “Could you help me with the zipper?”
Callum swallowed a groan, his engorged cock straining against the confines of his trousers. If he weren’t careful, he wouldn’t last two seconds with Maggie. And he wanted to last all night. He gripped the tab and eased the zipper downward, past her ribs and waist to the swell of her derriere. The fact that he could see the crease between her butt cheeks almost made him lose his tenuous hold on his control. “Bloody hell,” he whispered. “You’re not wearing panties?”
She shrugged. “The dress clings so close to my body, they would have presented a panty line had I worn them. Does that bother you?”
“In so many ways,” he murmured as he slid one thin strap from her shoulder. When he reached for the other strap, he pressed kisses in front of the strap as he edged it off her shoulder.
The dress slid to the ground, revealing her completely naked body.
His breath lodged in his chest as his hands slid over her shoulders and down her arms to her hips.
As Maggie raised her arms to loosen the tie holding her hair in the bun on top of her head, Callum slid his hands up her torso to cup her breasts.
Silken curls fell around her shoulders. Maggie leaned back into him, her arms circling behind her to grab his buttocks and press him closer.
His hard cock nudged her bottom, eager to be sheathed inside her, but he wanted to please her first. He reached around her and turned on the faucet, adjusted the temperature and set the plug.
She turned to face him, her cheeks pink, her arms wrapped around her middle. “Just so you know, first: I’m on the pill. Second, we’re two individuals from different continents. When my vacation is over, I’ll be heading back to Montana. You’ll be here in Scotland. I have no expectations of a lasting relationship. I won’t wait by the phone for you to call. Whatever happens tonight doesn’t mean anything more than two people having sex?—”
Callum pulled her into his arms and kissed her hard. His tongue pushed past her teeth and caressed hers in the pulsing, thrusting rhythm he hoped to repeat in other ways and forms. When he came up for air, he brushed his lips across hers. “I won’t ask you for commitment. I can’t. I come with baggage I won’t inflict on you. You deserve better. But I want to make love to you. Not sex. If that’s not what you want, tell me now.”
She stared up into his eyes, her hands rising to his chest, her fingers going to the button on his shirt. She pushed it through the hole as she said, “I want you...” her fingers moved to the next button and freed it, “... to make love...” she freed another button and looked up into his eyes, “... to me.” Maggie’s hands went to his belt and slipped it from the buckle.
His pulse racing, his body on the verge of exploding with desire, Callum shoved her hands aside. He unbuttoned, unzipped and shed his shoes and trousers while she pushed his shirt over his shoulders.
Once he stood naked in front of her, he lifted her and sat her on the counter, parted her legs and stepped between them.
She rested her hands on his shoulders and pressed a kiss to his forehead, his cheeks and then his lips. Her hands slid down his arms and back up again.
