“Yes.”
Instead of taking her hand, he walked beside her and said nothing. He felt her looking over at him, but he refused to return her gaze. He had promised that the next time they kissed she would ask for it, but she’d failed to do that, which meant that when they got back to his place he would turn up the heat.
“You all right, Callum?”
“Yes, I’m fine. Where would you like to eat? It’s dinnertime.”
“Doesn’t matter. I’m up for anything.”
He smiled when an idea popped into his head. “Then how about me preparing dinner tonight.”
She lifted a brow. “Can you cook?”
“I think I might surprise you.”
She chuckled. “In that case, surprise me.”
Whatever you want, it’s yours.
Gemma stepped out of the Jacuzzi to dry herself while thinking that Callum had been saying that a lot lately. She wondered what he would think of her if she were to tell him that what she wanted more than anything was another dose of the pleasure he’d introduced her to last night.
Being around him most of the day had put her nerves on edge. Every time he touched her or she caught him looking at her, she felt an overwhelming need to explore the intense attraction between them. His mouth and fingers had planted a need within her that was so profound, so incredibly physical, that certain parts of her body craved his touch.
She’d heard of people being physically attracted to each other to the point of lust consuming their mind and thoughts, but such a thing had never happened to her. Until now. And why was it happening at all? What was there about Callum—other than the obvious—that had her in such a tizzy? He made her want things she’d never had before. She was tempted to go further with him than she had with any other man.
In a way she had already done that last night. There was no other man on the face of this earth who could ever lay a claim to fingering her. But Callum had done that while kissing her senseless, stirring a degree of passion within her that even now made her heart beat faster just thinking about it.
She shook her head, and tried to get a grip but failed to do so. She couldn’t let go of the memories of how her body erupted in one mind-shattering orgasm. Now she knew what full-blown pleasure was about. But she knew that she hadn’t even reached the tip of the iceberg and her body was aching to get pushed over that turbulent edge. The thought that there was something even more powerful, more explosive to experience sent sensual shivers through her entire being.
There were a number of reasons why she should not be thinking of indulging in an affair with Callum. And yet, there were a number of reasons why she should. She was a twenty-four-year-old virgin. To give her virginity to Callum was a plus in her book, because, in addition to being attracted to him, he would know what he was doing. She’d heard horror stories about men who didn’t.
And if they were to have an affair, who would know? He wasn’t the type to kiss and tell. And he didn’t seem bothered by the fact that his best friend was her brother. Besides, since he would be returning to Australia to live, she didn’t have the worry about running into him on a constant basis, seeing him and being reminded of what they’d done.
So what was holding her back?