What a Westmoreland Wants (10 page)

“You look nice, Gemma,” he heard himself saying.

“Thanks. You look nice yourself.”

He glanced down at himself. He had changed out of his suit, and was now wearing jeans and a pullover shirt. She was wearing an alluring little outfit—a skirt that fell a little past her knees, a matching top and a cute pair of sandals. He looked at her and immediately thought of one word.
Sexy
. Umm, make that two words.
Super sexy
. He knew of no other woman who wore her sexuality quite the way Gemma did.

His gaze roamed the full length of her in male appreciation, admiring the perfection of her legs, ankles and calves. He had to have patience, as his mother suggested and tamp down his rising desire. But all he had to do was breathe in, take a whiff of her scent and know that would not be an easy task.

“What are you drinking?”

Her words pulled his attention from her legs back to her face. “Excuse me? I missed that.”

A smile curved her lips. “I asked what you’re drinking.”

He held up his glass and glanced at it. “Wine. Want some?”

“Sure.”

“No problem. I’ll pour you a glass,” he said.

“No need,” she said, walking slowly toward him. He felt his pulse rate increase and his breathing get erratic with every step she took.

“I’ll just share yours,” she said, coming to a stop in front of him. She reached out, slid the glass from his hand and took a sip. But not before taking the tip of her tongue and running it along the entire rim of the glass.

Callum sucked in a quick breath. Did she know how intimate that gesture was? He watched as she then took a sip. “Nice, Callum. Australia’s finest, I assume.”

He had to swallow before answering, trying to retain control of his senses. “Yes, a friend of my father owns a winery. There’s plenty where that came from. Would you like some more?”

Her smile widened. “No, thank you. But there is some thing that I do want,” she said, taking a step closer to him.

“Is there?” he said, forcing the words out of a tight throat. “You tell me what you want and, as I said yesterday and again today, whatever you want I will deliver.”

She leaned in closer and whispered. “I’m holding you to your word, Callum Austell, because I’ve decided that I want you.”

G
emma half expected Callum to yank her down and take her right there on the living room floor. After all, she’d just stated that she wanted him, and no one would have to read between the lines to figure out what that meant. Most men would immediately act on her request, not giving her the chance to change her mind.

Instead, Callum deliberately and slowly put his glass down. His gaze locked with hers and when his hands went to her waist he moved, bringing their bodies in close contact. “And what you want, Gemma, is just what you will get.”

She saw intense heat in the depths of his eyes just seconds before he lowered his mouth to hers. The moment she felt his tongue invade her mouth, she knew he would be kissing her senseless.

He didn’t disappoint her.

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.

“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.

Her Aussie?

She couldn’t believe her mind had conjured up such a thought. He wasn’t hers and she wasn’t his. At least not in
that
way. But tonight, she conceded, and whenever they made love, just for that moment, they would belong to each other in every way.

“Should I continue?”

She licked her lips in anticipation. “I might hurt you if you don’t.”

He chuckled as he slid his hands into the waistband of his briefs and slowly began easing them down his legs. “Oh my…” She could barely get the words past her throat.

Her breasts felt achy as she stared at that part of his anatomy, which seemed to get larger right before her eyes. She caught a lip between her teeth and tried not to clamp down too hard. But he had to be, without a doubt, in addition to being totally aroused and powerfully male, the most beautiful man she’d ever seen. And he stood there, with his legs braced apart, his hands on his hips
and with a mass of hair flowing around his face, fully exposed to her. This was a man who could make women drool. A man who would get a second look whenever he entered a room, no matter what he was wearing. A man whose voice alone could make woman want to forget about being a good girl and just enjoy being bad.

She continued to stare, unable to do anything else, as he approached the bed. She moved into a sitting position to avoid being at eye level with his erection.

Gemma couldn’t help wondering what his next move would be. Did he expect her to return the favor and strip for him? When he reached the edge of the bed, she tilted her head back and met his gaze. “My turn?”

He smiled. “Yes, but I want to do things differently.”

She lifted a confused brow. “Differently?”

“Yes, instead of you stripping yourself, I want to do it.”

She swallowed, not sure she understood. “You want to take my clothes off?”

He shook his head as a sexy smile touched his lips. “No, I want to strip your clothes off you.”

And then he reached out and ripped off her blouse.

The surprised look on her face was priceless. Callum tossed her torn blouse across the room. And now his gaze was fixed on her chest and her blue satin push-up bra. Fascinated, he thought she looked sexy as hell.

“You owe me for that,” she said when she found her voice.

“And I’ll pay up,” he responded as he leaned forward to release the front clasp and then eased the straps down
her shoulders, freeing what he thought were perfect twin mounds with mouth-watering dark nipples.

His hand trembled when he touched them, fondled them between his eager fingers, while watching her watch him, and seeing how her eyes darkened, and how her breath came out in a husky moan.

“Hold those naughty thoughts, Gemma,” he whispered when he released her and reached down to remove her sandals, rubbing his hands over her calves and ankles, while thinking her skin felt warm, almost feverish.

“Why do women torture their feet with these things?” His voice was deep and husky. He dropped the shoes by the bed.

“Because we know men like you enjoy seeing us in them.”

He continued to rub her feet when he smiled. “I like seeing
you
in them. But then I like seeing you out of them, too.”

His hand left her feet and began inching up her leg, past her knee to her thigh. But just for a second. His hand left her thigh and shifted over to the buttons on her skirt and with one tug sent them flying. She lifted her hips when he began pulling the skirt from her body and when she lay before him wearing nothing but a pair of skimpy blue panties, he felt blood rush straight to his heads. Both of them.

But it was the one that decided at that moment to almost double in size that commanded his attention. Without saying a word, he slowly began easing her panties down her thighs and her luscious scent began playing havoc with his nostrils as he did so.

He tossed her panties aside and his hands eased back
between her legs, seeing what he’d touched last night and watching once again as her pupils began dilating with pleasure.

And to make sure she got the full Callum Austell effect, he bent his head toward her chest, captured a nipple in his mouth and began sucking on it.

“Callum!”

“Umm?” He released that nipple only to move to the other one, licking the dark area before easing the tip between his lips and sucking on it as he’d done to the other one. He liked her taste and definitely liked the sounds she was making.

Moments later he began inching lower down her body and when his mouth came to her stomach, he traced a wet path all over it.

“Callum.”

“I’m right here. You still sure you want me?” His fingers softly flicked across her womanly folds while he continued to lick her stomach.

“Oh, yes.”

“Are there any limitations?” he asked.

“No.”

“Sure?”

“Positive.”

He took her at her word and moved his mouth lower. Her eyes began closing when he lifted her hips and wrapped her legs around his neck, lowered his head and pressed his open mouth to her feminine core.

Pleasure crashed over Gemma and she bit down to keep from screaming. Callum’s tongue inside her was driving her crazy, and pushing her over the edge in a
way she’d never been pushed before. Her body seemed to fragment into several pieces and each of those sections was being tortured by a warm, wet and aggressive tongue that was stroking her into a stupor.