“The view is nice this time of night, isn’t it?” he asked over his shoulder.
She grinned as she studied how the denim of his jeans stretched over his butt. He thought she was talking about the view of the ocean outside the window. “I think this particular view is nice anytime. Day or night.”
“You’re probably right.”
“I know I am,” Gemma said, fighting to keep the smile out of her voice.
Moments later Callum turned away from the refrigerator and closed the door with his hands full of items. He glanced over at Gemma. She was smiling. He arched a brow. “What’s so funny?”
“Nothing. What you got there?”
“See for yourself,” he said, placing all the items on the counter next to her.
She picked up a jar. “Cherries?”
A slow smile touched his lips at the same time she saw a hint of heat fill his green eyes. “My favorite fruit.”
“Yeah, I’ll bet.”
She picked up another item. “Whipped cream?”
“For the topping.”
She shook her head as she placed the whipped cream back on the counter and selected another item. “Nuts?”
“They go well with cherries,” he said, laughing.
“You’re awful.”
“No, I’m not.
She picked up the final item. “Chocolate syrup?”
“That’s a must,” he said, rolling up his sleeve.
Gemma watched as he began taking the tops off all the containers. “So what are you going to do with all that stuff?”
He smiled. “You’ll see. I told you that you’re going to be my dessert.”
She blinked when she read his thoughts. He was serious.
“Now for my fantasy,” he said, turning to her and placing his hands on her knees as he stepped between them, widening her legs as he did so. He began un-buttoning her shirt and when he took it off her shoulders he neatly placed it on the back of the kitchen chair.
He reached out to unsnap the front of her bra, lifting a brow at its peach color. He’d watched her put it on this morning and when he asked her about it, she told him she liked matching undies.
“Nice color.”
“Glad you like it.”
Gemma couldn’t believe it a short while later when she was sitting on Callum’s kitchen counter in nothing but her panties. He then slid her into his arms. “Where are we going now?”
“Out on the patio.”
“More room?”
“Yes, more room, and the temperature tonight is unusually warm.”
He carried her through the French doors to place her on the chaise longue. “I’ll be back.”
“Okay.” Anticipation was flowing through her veins and she could feel her heart thudding in her chest. She’d never considered herself a sexual being, but Callum was proving just how passionate she could be. At least with him. She had a pretty good idea just what he planned to do and the thought was inciting every cell in her body to simmer with desire. The thought that couples did stuff like this behind closed doors, actually had fun being together, being adventurous while making love, had her wondering what she’d been missing all these years.
But she knew she hadn’t been missing anything because the men she’d dated in the past hadn’t been Callum. Besides being drop-dead gorgeous, the man certainly had a way with women. At least he had a way with her. He had made her first time memorable; not only in giving her pleasure but in the way he had taken care of her afterwards.