The last time they’d kissed, he had introduced her to a range of sensations that she’d never encountered before. Sensations that started at her toes and worked their way up to the top of her head. Sensations that had lingered in her lower half, causing the area between her legs to undergo all kinds of turbulent feelings and her heart all kinds of unfamiliar emotions.
This kiss was just as deadly, even more potent than the last, and her head began swimming in passion. She felt that drowning would soon follow. Blood was rushing, fast and furiously, through her veins with every stroke of his tongue. He was lapping her up in a way that had her entire body shuddering from the inside out.
Callum had encouraged her to ask for what she wanted and was delivering in full measure. He wasn’t thinking about control of any kind and neither was she. He had addressed and put to rest the only two concerns she had—his relationship with her brother and her relationship with him as a client. Last night, he’d let her know that those two things had nothing to do with this—the attraction between them—and she was satisfied with that.
And now she was getting satisfied with this—his ability to deliver a kiss that was so passionate it was nearly engulfing her in flames. He was drinking her as if she were made of the finest wine, even finer than the one he’d just consumed.
She felt the arms around her waist tighten and when he shifted their positions she felt something else, the thick hardness behind the zipper of his jeans. When she moved her hip and felt his hard muscles aligned with her curves, the denim of his jeans rubbing against her bare legs, she moaned deep in her throat.
Callum released Gemma’s mouth and drew in a deep breath and her scent. She smelled of the strawberry bubble bath she had used and whatever perfume she had dabbed on her body.
He brushed kisses across her forehead, eyebrows, cheeks and temples while giving her a chance to breathe. Her mouth was so soft and responsive, and it tasted so damn delicious. The more he deepened the kiss, the more responsive she became and the more accessible she made her mouth.
His hands eased from her waist to smooth across her back before cupping her backside. He could feel every inch of her soft curves beneath the material of her skirt and top, and instinctively, he pulled her closer to the fit of him.
“Do you want more?” he whispered against her lips, tasting the corners of her mouth while moaning deep in his throat from how good she tasted.
“Yes, I want more,” she said in a purr that conveyed a little catch in her breathing.
“How much more?” He needed to know. Any type of rational thought and mind control was slipping away from him big time. It wouldn’t take much to strip her naked right now.
He knew for a fact that she’d rarely dated during the time he’d been in Denver. And although he wasn’t sure what she did while she was in college, he had a feeling his Gemma was still a virgin. The thought of that filled him with intense pride that she would give him the honor of being her first.
“I want all you can give me, Callum,” she responded in a thick slur, but the words were clear to his ears.
He sucked a quick gulp of air into his lungs. He wondered if she had any idea what she was asking for. What he could give was a whole hell of a lot. If he had his way, he would keep her on her back for days. Stay inside her until he’d gotten her pregnant more times than humanly possible.
The thought of his seed entering her womanly channel, made the head of his erection throb behind his zipper, begging for release, practically pleading for the chance to get inside her wet warmth.
“Are you on any type of birth control?” He knew that she was. He had overheard a conversation once that she’d had with Bailey and knew she’d been taking oral contraceptives to regulate her monthly cycle.
“Yes, I’m on the pill,” she acknowledged. “But not because I sleep around or anything like that. In fact, I’m…”
She stopped talking in midsentence and was gazing up at him beneath her long lashes. Her eyes were wide, as if it just dawned on her what she was about to reveal. He had no intention of letting her stop talking now.