Chapter 31
Bea
The late summer sun dipped and the temperature cooled considerably, a light breeze adding an extra layer of chill to the sea air.
The cold North Sea crashed into the shore, but Bea barely noticed any of it.
The kiss with Cal was consuming almost every fibre of her being.
She wanted to be aware of each moment; her senses concentrated on all the detail.
His strong hands caressing her skin as their mouths pressed hungrily together; the ridges of his muscular arms that sparked all her feminine urges; his masculine scent intermingling with the sweet natural aroma of his skin; the light glance of his rough stubble on her face.
Cal pulled back and Bea found she was now holding his face, both of them breathing, yet barely. His jaw was powerful under her gentle touch and she liked the way his stubble was rough in her palms as he spoke.
‘I think we have to go home now or risk getting arrested for public indecency.’
‘Does this mean I have to stop kissing you?’ Bea nuzzled her face into Cal’s neck. He smelled divine: the citrus and cedarwood had combined with the warm undertones of his skin and morphed into the unique and delicious Cal Butler scent.
‘Only briefly. It’s about three minutes to the house, then I’m all yours.’ The vibrations in his voice made her skin tingle.
‘Mmm, okay, if we have to.’
‘It’s for the greater good.’ Cal stood up. ‘Let’s clear up and get going.’ He reached out to her and she rose to meet him on the blanket. Then he brought her to him again and spoiled her with more kisses.
‘I don’t know about the greater good, but this feels pretty damned nice,’ Bea murmured.
‘Aye, but I think old Dorothy might keel over with shock before her eighty-fifth birthday if she spots me doing all the things I want to do to you on this blanket. Right, come on. Jings, woman, I never knew such poor willpower until I met you.’
Bea’s skin prickled at these words, at knowing Cal found it as hard to resist her as she did him.
She had never been one for sex in public places but if he’d tried, she didn’t doubt that they would have got down and sexy on the picnic blanket on the freezing Scottish beach, regardless of who might have seen.
As Bea watched Cal unlock the door of the cottage, she imagined his hands all over her body again.
In the porch, they slipped off their shoes, then as soon as they were behind closed doors, he dropped the bag and blanket and wrapped his arms round her.
Now there would be no holding back, no restrictions.
‘Come here, Beatrice.’ He brought his lips to hers once more. ‘Mmm, you might need warmed up.’ Bea’s goose bumped arms were encased only in a thin cardigan.
‘I’m freezing,’ she agreed. ‘You’re like a furnace, though.’ Through his shirt, Cal’s firm and febrile body was, despite the temperate weather, hot like summer sand. Another excuse to get close to him.
‘I’m kind of hot-blooded. And it takes a lot for a Scotsman to get cold.
Come on, let’s get your temperature rising.
’ Cal reached out and hands locked to hers, took the stairs backwards, unguarded need in his eyes.
Bea had no idea how he could handle the torment of going the wrong way round.
She was struggling to move fast enough forwards.
The bedroom was larger than she expected, for a cottage of this humble size, and commanded views out to sea, similar to those of the kitchen.
‘Look at that view.’ Transfixed, she noticed that the sun had dipped down to the horizon, and the sky was a vibrant palette of apricots, pinks and purples.
‘Aye, it’s spectacular. But never mind that view. What about this one?’ Cal motioned in a loop around his face.
‘This view blows that one out of the water,’ she laughed.
‘Likewise. Waves are nice and all that, but I’m more interested in you. So, if I promise to warm you up, can I take this off?’ He held her cardigan at her shoulder blades ready to peel it from her body.
Bea nodded – she was never going to do anything but agree to this – and Cal gently slid the garment down her arms, casting it onto a chair.
‘And this?’ He traced along the V of her blouse above her cleavage, skimming her décolletage as he approached the top button.
She gave a satisfied hum of consent. He’d drive her wild if he undressed her at this speed.
But, as Cal moved at glacial pace down the buttons on the blouse, he made an admission.
‘Just so you know, I’m driving myself crazy here.’
‘You’re driving me crazy too.’
‘I just want to appreciate you.’ The blouse joined the cardigan and Bea was in only her bra and jeans now. Her nipples stiffened to taut peaks as Cal’s gaze roamed over her ample cleavage.
‘I want to appreciate you too.’ Her hands gravitated to the buttons of his shirt and she began slowly revealing the man throbbing with heat beneath. She knew he was watching her intently and was close enough to feel his increasing appreciation.
Cal’s shirt dropped to the floor, Bea visually devoured him, from the angular jut of his clavicles to the faultless sculpture of his abs.
A surfer’s body alright. But before she had time to admire any further, his solid palm was on her back, bringing her to him and unhooking her bra.
Oh my God. She could barely cope with the heat surging through her from just the tips of her breasts meeting this Scotsman’s firm, fevered body.
Cal evidently couldn’t bear it either. Seconds later, his mouth claimed Bea’s, hot and ravenous. The urgency burned in the room as intense as the amber sunset outside.
They fell to the bed, denim, naked skin and need. Cal hovered over her, biceps rippling as he gazed at her unveiled breasts.
‘These are fucking incredible, Bea.’
‘You don’t think they’re too big?’ Bea had at many points in her life been self-conscious of her chest size.
But Cal was adamant. ‘Whatever idiot told you that needs their eyes checked. Absolutely, definitely not.’ He dipped to one nipple and sucked, a rough groan escaping his throat. Shifting himself to get comfortable, Bea felt the force of his erection once again.
‘Oh, Cal, that is divine.’
As he flicked his tongue across the tip of her nipple, Bea puffed out thousands of mini exhales, until her only choice was to suck in air again.
Cal drifted down her body, landing soft kisses on her stomach all the way to the top of her jeans, one hand still grasping her breast, like he couldn’t bear to let it go. When he reached the sensitive skin above the button, she said, ‘You don’t even have to ask’.
With a smile and a deft flick, the button was freed and the zipper released. Standing at the foot of the bed, Cal peeled the jeans from her legs. Bea knew that her arousal was visible through her panties.
Sure enough, he didn’t miss it.
‘Fuck, Bea.’ Gently he coaxed her knees apart and caressed the damp fabric. ‘You’re drenched.’
‘Mmhm.’
He wasted no time in taking the elastic of the panties between his teeth and pulling them down. It was incredible and unbearable at the same time. ‘Oh, Cal. Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.’
‘I haven’t even started yet.’ He edged her underwear over her knees and across her ankles. ‘Fuck! Look at you. I’ve never… Oh, Bea.’
Cal nudged her knees apart further, staring like he’d discovered life-changing treasure, before unbuttoning his own jeans one handed.
It shot a flame through her, like fire over whisky.
Was this it? Bea was aching for him but she knew that as soon as he was inside her, things would go rocketing forward and this was something to savour, one heated moment at a time.
‘Don’t worry,’ he assured as he removed his jeans. ‘I’m just getting more comfortable.’
Bea relaxed. She could see the insistent bulge through his underwear. It couldn’t be comfortable having that within the confines of denim.
‘I don’t want this to be over,’ Cal added, ‘but I won’t stand a chance once I’m fucking you, so let’s take our time.
’ He knelt between her legs and she knew he could see how turned on she was.
And his talking in that thick gravelly accent about fucking her – it made her wetter than the North Sea waves crashing into shore outside.
‘Cal, touch me, for the love of God.’
‘Thought you’d never ask.’ He winked and brought his hand between her legs, teasing her clit in circles with a strong, skilled finger. She mewled. .
‘Jesus. You’re getting wetter by the second.’
‘Mmm. You’re responsible so you’d better fix it.’ Bea offered a smile so he knew she was playing.
‘Oh, I’ll take full responsibility. You want more?’ Cal could play too and he plunged several fingers inside her, pulsing into a place that made her writhe and beg.
‘Oh, mmm, please, more!’
He gave it to her. ‘Come for me, Bea. Show me how you fall apart.’
‘I’m going to. But if you…’ Bea was trying to say that if he wanted inside her and to feel her orgasm then he had better do it fast. But Cal appeared intent on letting her reach her climax by the skill of his hand alone, provided he got to watch.
That was fine by her because in that moment, she wanted nothing more than to come for him.
That thought carried Bea to the edge, her eyes fluttering closed, her back arching, hands clawing for the bedsheets.
‘Oh, oh, Cal. That’s so… Oh! You have… Oh God!’
But there would be no more sentences because her pussy took charge, seizing around Cal’s fingers with an abandon she had absolutely zero control over. And neither – given how astounding this felt – did she want to have.