“You’re what?”
He watched as she began nervously nibbling on her bottom lip and he almost groaned, tempted to replace her lip with his and do the nibbling for her.
He continued to brush kisses across her face, drinking in her taste. And when she didn’t respond to his inquiry, he pulled back and looked at her. “You can tell me anything, Gemma. Anything at all.”
“I don’t know,” she said in a somewhat shaky voice. “It might make you want to stop.”
Not hardly, he thought, and knew he needed to convince her of that. “There’s nothing you can tell me that’s going to stop me from giving you want you want. Nothing,” he said fervently.
She gazed up into his eyes and he knew she believed him. She held the intensity in his gaze when she leaned forward and whispered. “I’m still a virgin.”
“Oh, Gemma,” he said, filled with all the love any man could feel for a woman at that particular moment. He had suspected as much, but until she’d confessed the truth, he hadn’t truly been certain. Now he was, and the thought that he would be the man who carried her over the threshold of womanhood gave him pause, had him searching for words to let her know just how he felt.
He hooked her chin with his fingers as he continued to hold her gaze. “You trust me enough with such a precious gift?”
“Yes,” she said promptly without hesitation.
Filled with both extreme pleasure and profound pride, he bent his head and kissed her gently while sweeping her off her feet into his arms.
When Callum placed her on his bed and stepped back to stare at her, one look at his blatantly aroused features let Gemma know that he was going to give her just what she had asked for. Just what she wanted.
Propped up against his pillow, she drank him in from head to toe as he began removing his shoes. Something—she wasn’t sure just what—made her bold enough to ask. “Will you strip for me?”
He lifted his head and looked over at her. If he was shocked by her request, he didn’t show it. “Is that what you want?”
“Yes.”
He smiled and nodded. “No problem.”
Gemma shifted her body into a comfortable position as a smile suffused her face. “Be careful or I’ll begin to think you’re easy.”
He shrugged broad shoulders as he began removing his shirt. “Then I guess I’ll just have to prove you wrong.”
She chuckled. “Oooh, I can’t wait.” She stared at his naked chest. He was definitely built, she thought.
He tossed his shirt aside and when his hand went to the zipper of his jeans, a heated sensation began traveling along Gemma’s nerve endings. When he began lowering the zipper, she completely held her breath.
He slid the zipper halfway down and met her gaze. “Something I need to confess before I go any further.”
Her breath felt choppy. “What?”
“I dreamed about you last night.”
Gemma smiled, pleased with his confession. “I have a confession of my own.” He lifted his brows. “I dreamed about you, too. But, then, I think it was to be expected after last night.”
He went back to slowly easing his zipper down. “You could have come to my bedroom. I would not have minded.”
“I wasn’t ready.”
He didn’t move as he held her gaze. “And now?”
She grinned. “And now I’m a lady-in-waiting.”
He threw his head back and laughed as he began sliding his pants down his legs. She scooted to the edge of the bed to watch, fascinated when he stood before her wearing a skimpy pair of black briefs. He had muscular thighs and a nice pair of hairy legs. The way the briefs fit his body had her shuddering when she should have been blushing.
All her senses suddenly felt hot-wired, her heart began thumping like crazy in her chest and a tingling sensation traveled up her nerve endings. She felt no shame in staring at him. The only thing she could think of at that moment was that her Aussie was incredibly sexy.