Page 22 of Edinburgh Escape (Brotherhood Protectors International #5)

“Don’t stop,” Maggie said. “That feels nice.”

Callum’s pulse quickened, shooting red-hot blood and adrenaline through his body. He trailed kisses up the length of her neck to her earlobe. “You smell like wild flowers.” Turning her in his arms, he transferred his lips to hers in a soul-searing kiss that left him wanting so much more.

She whispered against his mouth, “Is it wrong to want more?”

Her words echoed his thoughts, threatening to send him over the edge of reason. Callum captured her cheeks in his hands. “Nothing’s wrong with the way you feel. I feel it, too.” He stared down into her eyes as they reflected the starlight.

She sighed. “We’ve known each other for such a short time.”

“And lived through a lot in that timeframe.”

“We have.” Her hands climbed up his chest to cup the back of his neck. “And yet, that’s not what’s on my mind.”

His lips twitched at the corners. “No?”

Her eyelids lowered halfway, her gaze lowering to his lips. “No.”

His heartbeat thundered against his chest as he fought for control, not wanting to frighten her when he felt they were on the precipice of something wonderful. “What’s on your mind, my bonnie lass?”

“I haven’t stopped thinking about the tub in the bathroom.”

He laughed out loud. “A bathtub?”

“It’s selfish and maybe silly, but I can’t stop wondering if it really is big enough for two.” She raised her gaze to his.

“Oh, sweet Maggie, there’s only one way to find out.

” Callum bent, swept her up in his arms and marched through the French doors and across the bedroom.

He didn’t stop until he was in the bathroom, standing in front of the tub in question.

Slowly lowering her feet to the floor, he gathered her close and brushed a strand of copper curls back from her forehead.

He kissed her mouth, her cheek and her neck just below her earlobe.

“Do you know how beautiful you are in that dress?”

“You might have said something to that effect,” she said, her voice breathy, as if she couldn’t quite get enough air. “You also said you want to take it off me.” Maggie turned her back to him. “Could you help me with the zipper?”

Callum swallowed a groan, his engorged cock straining against the confines of his trousers.

If he weren’t careful, he wouldn’t last two seconds with Maggie.

And he wanted to last all night. He gripped the tab and eased the zipper downward, past her ribs and waist to the swell of her derriere.

The fact that he could see the crease between her butt cheeks almost made him lose his tenuous hold on his control.

“Bloody hell,” he whispered. “You’re not wearing panties? ”

She shrugged. “The dress clings so close to my body, they would have presented a panty line had I worn them. Does that bother you?”

“In so many ways,” he murmured as he slid one thin strap from her shoulder. When he reached for the other strap, he pressed kisses in front of the strap as he edged it off her shoulder.

The dress slid to the ground, revealing her completely naked body.

His breath lodged in his chest as his hands slid over her shoulders and down her arms to her hips.

As Maggie raised her arms to loosen the tie holding her hair in the bun on top of her head, Callum slid his hands up her torso to cup her breasts.

Silken curls fell around her shoulders. Maggie leaned back into him, her arms circling behind her to grab his buttocks and press him closer.

His hard cock nudged her bottom, eager to be sheathed inside her, but he wanted to please her first. He reached around her and turned on the faucet, adjusted the temperature and set the plug.

She turned to face him, her cheeks pink, her arms wrapped around her middle.

“Just so you know, first: I’m on the pill.

Second, we’re two individuals from different continents.

When my vacation is over, I’ll be heading back to Montana.

You’ll be here in Scotland. I have no expectations of a lasting relationship.

I won’t wait by the phone for you to call.

Whatever happens tonight doesn’t mean anything more than two people having sex?—”

Callum pulled her into his arms and kissed her hard.

His tongue pushed past her teeth and caressed hers in the pulsing, thrusting rhythm he hoped to repeat in other ways and forms. When he came up for air, he brushed his lips across hers.

“I won’t ask you for commitment. I can’t.

I come with baggage I won’t inflict on you.

You deserve better. But I want to make love to you.

Not sex. If that’s not what you want, tell me now. ”

She stared up into his eyes, her hands rising to his chest, her fingers going to the button on his shirt.

She pushed it through the hole as she said, “I want you...” her fingers moved to the next button and freed it, “... to make love...” she freed another button and looked up into his eyes, “... to me.” Maggie’s hands went to his belt and slipped it from the buckle.

His pulse racing, his body on the verge of exploding with desire, Callum shoved her hands aside. He unbuttoned, unzipped and shed his shoes and trousers while she pushed his shirt over his shoulders.

Once he stood naked in front of her, he lifted her and sat her on the counter, parted her legs and stepped between them.

She rested her hands on his shoulders and pressed a kiss to his forehead, his cheeks and then his lips. Her hands slid down his arms and back up again.

Callum leaned forward and kissed his way down her neck, across her collarbone and lower to capture one breast between his lips while he fondled the other with his fingers.

Aware that the water was filling the tub, he flicked her nipple with his tongue and rolled it between his teeth until it formed a turgid peak.

Though he didn’t want to stop, he spun, turned off the water and came back to her other breast. Without missing a beat, he laved it, sucked it into his mouth and pulled gently.

Her back arched, pressing her breast closer. He took it deeper into his mouth, his hand sliding down her belly to the juncture of her thighs, where he pushed a finger into her moist channel.

She drew in a sharp breath and threw back her head. “Yes. Please,” she whispered.

After swirling around in her juices, he spread her folds and stroked her clit. At the same time, he flicked her nipple.

Maggie clutched the back of his head, her fingers weaving into his hair.

He flicked her nipple again before abandoning her breasts and kissing a path downward.

Her hands still in his hair, she massaged his scalp in a frenetic rhythm.

Callum got down on his knees, draped her thighs over his shoulders and replaced his finger with his tongue. He stroked, flicked and laved her clit.

Her fingers dug into his scalp, and she cried out his name, “Callum!” Her hips rocked on the counter, her body tensing until she flung back her head and rode her orgasm through to the end and collapsed against him, breathing hard. “Wow. That was...” She shook her head and drew him to his feet.

He lifted her off the counter.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and lowered herself over him. With the tip of his erection pressing against her entrance, he paused, though it took a lot for him to do it. “I have a condom in my wallet.”

“As I said, I’m on the pill,” she said, her brow furrowing. “But yes, let’s get it.”

He carried her into the bedroom where he’d left his wallet on the dresser.

“What about the bathtub?” Maggie asked.

“Later,” Callum gritted out.

Maggie grabbed the wallet, found the condom and dropped the wallet back on the dresser.

Callum took her to the bed and lay her across the mattress.

She was so beautiful, his heart pinched hard in his chest. He shouldn’t make love to her, knowing once wouldn’t be enough.

But he couldn’t commit to her. Couldn’t sleep the night with her.

Not when he hadn’t conquered his demons. Not until the nightmares went away.

As she stared up at him, her brow furrowed. “You’re thinking too hard about this. Don’t. Just feel.”

Afraid he’d change his mind and draw away, Maggie sat up, wrapped her arms around his neck and drew him down to her. Her body still pulsing with her release, she wanted the magic to continue, to feel all of him. Inside her. Now.

When he dropped onto the bed beside her, she turned to him and pressed her lips to his, tracing the seam of his lips with her tongue until he opened to her. She thrust past his teeth and caressed his tongue with hers, pressing her body against his.

Eager to take it to the next step, she abandoned his mouth, pushed him onto his back and kissed a path along his stubbled jaw to his neck and downward, tasting him, nipping his skin and touching as much of his body as she could.

His hands captured her naked ass, his fingers gently massaging there before sliding over her hips and waist.

She climbed on top of him, her breasts pressing into him, the nipples tight little buds, overly sensitized to the coarse hairs on his chest.

Slowly, she moved down his body, pausing to capture his little brown nipple between her teeth.

After tugging it softly and then flicking it with her tongue, she moved downward, skimming her lips over his ribs and his tight belly.

When she knelt between his legs, she captured his cock between her hands and ran her hands up and down his length, amazed at how hard he was and yet velvety smooth.

Then she touched her lips to the tip in a kiss before taking him into her mouth.

His body stiffened beneath her. He reached for her hair, digging his fingers into her curls.

Maggie took him all the way in, then back out, again and again, increasing the pace with each pass.

His hands tangled in her hair, urging her to go faster.

She did, her hand cupping his balls, massaging them in rhythm with what she was doing to his member.