Chapter 29
CHAPTER 29
CALLUM
Already lightheaded from lust, I clutched Parker to my chest and strode down the hall. She took advantage of her position to trail nuzzling kisses along my throat, which only made me even harder.
“Woman, if you dinna stop that, I’ll be flipping up your skirt and taking you against the nearest wall.”
Her lips stilled against my throat, then she lifted her head to stare at me with unmistakable interest. “Really?”
Christ, she was going to kill me.
“That’s no’ how we’re doing this tonight.”
I wanted this to be good for her. I didn’t make an issue of her condition, but it was never far from my awareness that she was effectively always in some measure of pain. I didn’t want to add to that by being too rough or too fast. She deserved a bed, where she could be comfortable while I took her apart, one kiss, one touch at a time. Where I had the time and space to learn what she liked and what she didn’t.
My step faltered as I carried her into the bedroom. I’d forgotten my room had been overhauled, too. I had a moment of gratitude for the overstep as I noted how much more inviting the plush duvet and pillows looked in the golden glow cast by the lamps on either side of the bed. There were more flowers here, in a vase on the dresser and smaller clutches on the nightstands. Their scents perfumed the air, mingling with the vanilla lavender scent of Parker’s hair.
I let her slide slowly down my body, shuddering a little at the contact. Her hands came up to frame my face, drawing me down for another kiss that had the tether of my control fraying. My hands flexed on her hips, instinctively pulling her closer against the erection tenting the front of my kilt. With a moan of approval, she wriggled against me, dropping one hand to dip beneath the edge of my kilt.
I caught her wrist. “No.”
Her pretty mouth pursed in a pout that had my brain tossing out vivid images of her on her knees before me, wrapping those same lips around my cock. “But I want to touch you.”
Ruthlessly, I locked down my roaring libido. “No’ yet. You first. Be a good lass and be patient.”
Her eyes darkened. Intrigued by the reaction, I began to slowly drag her skirt higher. “Do you like the idea of being a good lass? Am I going to find you dripping for me when I get under this skirt?”
She swayed a little and laid a hand on my chest to steady herself. “Yes, but that’s basically just a side effect of you saying anything with that voice in that accent. I’m pretty sure you reading a grocery list would turn me on.”
“Does that mean you’re walking around the office turned on?”
Her cheeks pinked. “Sometimes.”
God, but I loved the sound of that. And hated it. How the fuck was I meant to function at work with the idea floating around my head that she could be wet for me at any moment?
Gripping the dress in both hands, I carefully tugged it up and over her head, leaving her standing in nothing but a bit of silk. Her breasts, freed from the stretchy confines of the dress, were full and proud, begging for my mouth. She was all soft alabaster skin, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders to brush the rosy tips of her gorgeous nipples.
She stepped into me, her fingers flicking open each button of my waistcoat and sliding it off. “You’re getting a little behind here, Callum.”
I took her hand and brought it to my lips. “Just appreciating the view. On the bed, gorgeous.”
Hand still in mine, she stepped back, easing down onto the mattress and reclining onto her elbows. Keeping my gaze on hers, I crouched, hooking my fingers into the last scrap of silk keeping her from me, drawing the knickers down and off, until she was bare.
“Are you comfortable?” I rasped.
Parker worked her way more fully onto the bed until she was nestled among the pillows. She looked like a goddess, with her hair fanned out in a dark halo, her arms spread out on the pillows such that her breasts were offered up like the gifts they were.
Feeling far too restricted by my clothes, I dragged my shirt up and off, popping a couple of buttons in the process. Then I knelt on the bed, crawling up the length of her body. There was nothing between us but my kilt, and her eyes drifted shut as she absorbed the sensation of the wool brushing against her bare skin. Her lips curved.
“Do you like the feel of that?”
“I’m liking the feel of everything. I was just imagining how incredibly convenient kilts must be for quickies.”
“There’s nothing at all quick about what I have in mind, love.” Bracing myself above her, I dipped my head to take her mouth again.
She opened for me immediately, her tongue tangling with mine. Her hands skated over my chest, exploring each dip and ridge of muscle, tracing every scar. I shuddered, absorbing the sensations. It had been so damned long since I’d been touched. So damned long since I’d felt wanted. And if she kept that up, she was going to make a liar out of me, because the sweet heat between her thighs was right there .
Tearing my mouth away from hers, I trailed my lips down the column of her throat, along her delicate collarbones and lower to those glorious breasts. I spent some time there, licking and sucking until each nipple was a tight bud in my mouth, and her hips began to buck beneath me. Only then did I move lower, draping her legs over my shoulders so I could settle between her pretty thighs and explore the promised land.
At the first brush of my tongue between her folds, she bowed up with a cry.
“Okay?”
“Dear God, don’t stop!”
Smiling, I settled in to worship her with all the focus and attention she deserved. She was deliciously responsive and had no compunction about being vocal with her pleasure. I loved every second of driving her mad, until she flew apart again, crying out my name.
“Please,” she gasped. “Please, I need all of you.”
She’d brought light back into my world. Who was I to deny her anything?
I eased back only far enough to shuck the kilt and snag a condom from the nightstand drawer. Parker was already reaching for me. I finished rolling it on, and then I was in her arms, skin to glorious skin. Our mouths met and clung as we shifted and rolled until I was settled in the cradle of her hips, the crown of my cock just notched at her entrance. Trembling with restraint, I stared down at her, my chest so full it ached.
“Are you sure about this?”
Her hands framed my face, her thumb stroking tenderly along my scar. “I want this. I want you. Please, Callum.”
I pressed into her, inch by slow inch, watching pleasure and need and something I desperately wanted to be more on her face. This was everything. She was everything.
I lost myself in the feel of her around me, in the look of her beneath me as I slowly drove her up yet again. Every sigh, every moan was music as we moved together. She was so slick and tight, her body fisting mine as if it had been made just for me. My arms began to shake from the slow, torturous pace I’d set.
Parker’s hands pressed to my chest, over my heart. “I won’t break.” She jacked up far enough to nip at my jaw. “More. Harder.”
“I dinna want to hurt you.”
“You won’t.” Another fleeting nip of my jaw. “You won’t.”
The leash on my control snapped. I picked up the pace, driving into her deeper, faster. She cried out, but it was so clearly not in pain that I kept going, plunging harder, until the bed began to thump with the effort. Parker’s legs tightened around my hips as she met me thrust for thrust, until suddenly she shattered, her whole body convulsing around me, a velvet fist that ruthlessly choked my cock until lightning shot down my spine directly into my balls and I came.
In the aftermath, I lost all sense of time. For a little while I wondered if I’d gone blind in the other eye, then I realized I’d collapsed on her, and my face was buried in her hair. Worried I was crushing her, I roused myself enough to roll off her.
She sucked in a huge breath.
“Are you okay?”
Two more big breaths before they began to even out. “I… am… fucking incredible.”
Relief bled through me, and I melted back against the pillows, pulling her with me. I kissed the nearest thing I could reach… her shoulder. “That you are. Will you stay?”
I’d slept with her in my arms once before and had missed her ever since. I couldn’t imagine letting her walk out that door after everything we’d just done. Especially as I aimed to find the energy to do it all over again before the night was through.
Parker shifted, snuggling against me. “Thought you’d never ask.”