Page 55 of Playboy Husband

MAISIE

Rain pattered against the stone as Callum led me down a lantern-lit path at the back of the estate.

The weather had been getting worse all day, but his hand was warm where it pressed against the small of my back.

I leaned into him, soaking up the heat radiating from him under the large umbrella he was holding, but I also just couldn’t seem to stop touching him.

“Thank God. That’s a cottage, right? Trust Sterling to put us in a honeymoon suite we practically have to swim to get to.”

I chuckled, glancing up at his strong profile, soft shadows dancing across it from the lanterns. “Do you mind?”

“Nope. I’d have swum out here with you on my back if it meant getting you alone. Far away from everyone else.”

“Then you should probably thank him.” As I looked forward again, however, I gasped.

I’d thought the castle itself had wrung every last ounce of awe out of me, but when we reached the small cottage tucked against the trees, I stopped in my tracks.

“Wow. You should definitely thank him. That really does look like something that belongs in a freaking fairy tale.”

Callum nodded, his grin boyish as he led me forward. “I swear I had no idea this was even here. Sterling probably forgot he owned it, but sure. Let’s go with the fairy tale thing.”

He pushed open an ancient, wood front door and my eyes widened as we stepped inside. The suite wasn’t huge, but it was absolutely perfect. A fire crackled in the hearth, lit candles glowed on every available surface, and the bed was a copper-framed four-poster piled high with quilts.

“This is amazing,” I breathed. “It really does feel like those fancy jets of yours flew us straight into a fairy tale. Everything has just been…”

I trailed off, genuinely not having the right words to describe how I felt about the wedding his family had given us. His arms slid around my waist from behind, his lips brushing my ear. “You are my fairy tale.”

The words stole the breath from my lungs. It had been like that all day long. Ever since he’d walked into my room before the ceremony, everything he said had made me feel more seen, more vindicated, and more understood than ever before.

I melted against him, lifting my chin to press my lips to his. He kissed me slowly at first, then harder until my knees went weak. He couldn’t seem to stop touching me, but that was okay. I didn’t want him to stop.

“If you like it here so much,” he murmured against my mouth, catching my cheek in his palm. “We can buy the estate next door. Bring Brody here every summer.”

I chuckled. “Is the estate next door even for sale?”

He shrugged, punctuating every word with a kiss. “Everything is for sale at the right price.”

“I forgot how truly spoiled you are,” I joked, leaning into him and parting my lips for his tongue whenever his mouth landed against mine. “Any normal person would just have agreed with me that it’s been the most amazing wedding we ever could’ve dreamed of and left it at that.”

His lips curved against my mouth. “But I’m not a normal person. I’m a Westwood. You are now, too. Remember?”

“Don’t remind me.” I faked a groan and then laughed. “Do you think I’m going to start spontaneously buying castles and hotels now?”

“For sure.” He gripped my hips and smacked another kiss to my lips. “It’s like a built-in switch that’s just going to trip someday soon. Then you’ll be just as spoiled as I am. I can’t wait to keep buying you stuff until you just accept it.”

I laughed. “You know, if we really had been strangers that night, if I’d answered your ridiculous ad and met you for the first time in that bar, I wonder if this is how it would’ve gone.”

Callum smirked, his voice low and sure. “If that had been the first time we’d met, I would’ve had you in my bed before the second drink.”

I shoved at his chest, laughing again. “Already missing your days as a bachelor, huh?”

“Never.” He kissed me harder, backing me toward the bed. “I was just stating a fact, but the only woman I want in my bed is you, Mrs. Westwood.”

His hands moved into my hair and he slipped my pins free one by one, his fingers surprisingly nimble and clever for how hard he was growing against my lower belly. My hair finally tumbled loose and I pulled his jacket off, unable to stop smiling even as my heart pounded.

He kissed me again, sliding his tongue into my mouth and groaning when his hands found the zipper at the top of my spine. Desire rippled through me, turning my insides to liquid heat, but my heart was still so full.

I truly felt like a princess, so loved, adored, and in love.

With this kind of setting as a backdrop, it was hard to care about a silly little thing like inhibition.

It felt like I could see our future playing out behind my eyes as I kissed him, days filled with endless possibilities and every dream coming true.

“I’ve always wanted a second kid,” I murmured against his lips. I hadn’t meant to say it, but it came out anyway because it was true. “Even on the days when it felt like a silly, impossible wish, I also always hoped it would be with you.”

He froze for just for a second before leaning back to meet my eyes. A grin spread on his lips, slow and wicked, and my stomach flipped. “Yeah? Well, then I think it’s your lucky day. I’m pretty confident I can make that happen. Tonight, if you’re up to it.”

My laugh broke on a gasp as he kissed me deeper and hungrier this time. The flames of the fire in the hearth snapped and crackled, rain beat down on the roof, driving against the windows, but as I leaned into him, there was nothing but us.

He hooked his fingers into the sleeves of my dress, gently sliding them down my arms. Once they were past my hands, Callum dropped the fabric and the dress pooled around my feet.

My gaze followed it down and I stepped out of it, but before I could bend to pick it up, Callum wrapped his arms around me again and pulled me to him.

“It’s our wedding night. Leave it on the floor. The bottom is so wet it’s going to need to be cleaned anyway.”

“But—”

“Wedding night,” he repeated with a devilish grin. “Don’t get me wrong, seeing you in that dress earlier took my breath away, but you’re even better out of it.”

A large part of me rebelled against the idea of leaving the dress on the floor, but he was right. In our dash to the limo that had brought us here, to the back of Sterling’s property, and our walk down the path to the cottage, it had gotten pretty wet.

So I left it where it was and moved my hands to the buttons of his tailored shirt. “You’re not so bad in your tux yourself, Mr. Westwood.”

One by one, I slid the buttons free and he sucked in a sharp breath when I let my fingernails scrape gently across his abdomen in the process. I moved my gaze up to his, seeing the love and the desire in those gorgeous blue eyes, and I smiled.

“I love you,” I said, still marveling at how good it felt to be able to say that out loud after feeling it for so long. “I love you, Callum Westwood.”

“I love you, too.” He took my face in his hands after I’d pushed his shirt off his shoulders. “I love you so fucking much, it hurts.”

A soft giggle bubbled out of me. “I don’t think it’s supposed to hurt, baby. I think it’s supposed to feel good. Great, even.”

“Oh, it’s hurts so good.” He kissed me again and when the backs of my knees touched the mattress, he laid me down, crawling onto the bed with me. “Do you know what else feels good?”

“What?”

“Knowing that you’re going to be mine forever.” He looked right into my eyes as he said it, then lowered his head, dragging his lips down my throat to my chest, planting kisses as he went.

Tingles erupted through me with every press of his mouth against my skin and I stroked my hands through his hair, watching the strong muscles in his shoulders and back ripple and flex as he moved down to my stomach.

After dotting a kiss below my belly button, he looked up at me again, the smile on his lips softer than I’d ever seen before. “I know there’s no one in here yet, but is it weird that I suddenly kind of wish there was?”

“No,” I replied in a voice that was barely above a whisper. “I’m looking forward to it, too, husband.”

I put emphasis on the word and he groaned, sliding back up the length of my body to lay a searing kiss on my lips. “God, it’s sexy when you call me that.”

“What, husband?” I smiled and wrapped my legs around his hips. “I’m glad you like it, because I plan on saying it a lot. Every chance I get.”

“Say it again.”

“Husband,” I whispered against his ear, shivering when I felt him tremble slightly above me. “I think I can do you one better?”

“Doubt it, but I’d love to hear you try?”

I pulled back a little to look into his eyes. “This Mrs. Westwood would really, really like her husband to make love to her.”

A multitude of emotions flickered across his gaze. Then his mouth slammed into mine, and this time, he didn’t stop kissing me until we were both naked, tangled together on the bed. Callum’s skin was hot against my own, his much bigger body completely enveloping mine.

I hooked my legs around his hips again, guiding him into position as we kissed. A soft hiss came out of him when his tip slid through my slick folds, and my entire being tightened with anticipation.

“Fuck, that feels good,” he murmured between kisses. “I’ve never done this without a condom before, so, uh, it might not last long.”

“It doesn’t need to.” I pressed my lips more firmly to his, moaning into his mouth when I felt him position himself at my entrance. “We’ll have our first time together.”

He chuckled, the sound low and warm. “All five seconds of it, together.”

I grinned, but when he thrust into me, my laughter and humor faded into a sea of pleasure that became my entire existence when he started moving. Callum kissed me gently, never releasing my mouth as our bodies came together over and over again.

I gave myself over to him completely, and in the end, I didn’t even know how long either of us had lasted or how long it had been. All I knew was him, and that was all I really wanted to know.

When I felt him swell inside me, his hips stuttering and his kiss breaking for the merest of moments, I let go, immediately flying right over the edge with him. My husband. The man who had given me everything I ever could’ve asked for—and so much more.