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“Nothing.” Calum leaned down and kissed her forehead. “I’ve got a gym bag in the car with dry clothes.” Fern nodded again, and Calum almost ran outside, dissatisfied with being away from Fern’s side for even a minute.
Oh, fuck. His thoughts raced as he pulled the duffle bag out of his trunk. If you think you had it under control before, you definitely don’t now that you know what she sounds like when she comes.
Calum almost slapped himself.
Fuck.
He helped Fern change into his sweats, fighting off another satisfied grunt at the sight of her in his clothes. They were far too big on her but made her look even more delicate and exemplified how much smaller she was than him.
“Are you okay?” Fern suddenly asked him as he was rolling up one of the sweatshirt sleeves for her.
“Huh?” Calum snapped back to reality. “Oh, yeah. I’m fine.”
I want to keep you in my clothes forever and make sure every male in the country smells me on you, at all times.
“Are you sure?” Fern cocked a brow as she studied him. “You look a little green. Do you feel it too?”
Calum grunted.
The price I’m paying right now is trying to keep myself under control because you don’t know that we’re inevitable yet.
“When my magic is not bound, sometimes it happens. But I can expel a lot of power before it weakens me. A benefit that comes with age and practice.”
“Mm,” Fern purred, “I’ll have to test that stamina theory.”
“For science?” Calum raised a brow.
“For science. What kind of researcher would I be if I took you at your word?”
“A bad one,” Calum sighed in mock seriousness. “Do you plan to engage in field study or cross-reference academic searches?”
“You’re my advisor,” Fern smirked. “What do you think?”
Calum kissed her again in response, flicking his tongue into her mouth and sending another tremble through Fern. When he pulled away, his hand slid down to her ass, and he gave it a quick slap.
“Field research. Lots and lots of field research.” Fern only laughed, and Calum scooped her up into his arms.
“Oi!” She wiggled in his grasp. “Calum, I can walk. Put me down!”
“I’ve reviewed your proposal, and I’d rather not.” He winked at her as they rounded around the front of the Aston Martin. “Besides, I promised to carry you to the car, didn’t I?”
Fern shook her head playfully as he set her in the front seat. “For such a distinguished academic, Dr. Welsh, sometimes you can be positively primeval.”
Calum dragged his hand slowly across her chest as he pulled away, his eyes full of heat and promise.
“Before that, I was a prince for a very long time,” his voice sounded like pure gravel, “you should remember that.”
Fern’s expression softened as she looked up at him. “You still are, Calum.”
He swallowed thickly, almost embarrassed, and didn’t respond as he slipped into the driver’s seat.
The trip back to Edinburgh went quick. It was nearing sunrise, and there was no traffic on the roads. Fern fell asleep as soon as they hit the highway, leaving Calum alone with his thoughts for the rest of the drive.
He wanted to take Fern home. A part of him needed to know what she looked like in his bed. Calum knew that the responsible thing to do was to drop Fern off at her apartment, and he passed nearly the full hour convincing himself of it.
It was still too soon. They’d slept together once, and Calum refused to let himself forget that, like their panicked kiss in his office, there had been heightened emotions involved. He’d gotten enthusiastic consent from Fern each time—but that didn’t mean that she wanted to continue anything with him.
