He grinned and tugged at the robe, and then it became a race to divest herself of the garment, untangling knots and fumbling with buttons until she was bared in her chemise, her chest heaving against the thin linen.
Callum raked his hand over his face and swallowed hard. “Christ,” he breathed, his voice reverent. “Ye’re beautiful, Violet. Heavenly.”
When his large palm covered her breast, she moaned, her nipple so tight with arousal that the friction was a relief, sending a galaxy of sparks racing through her body. His thick fingers rolled and stroked the coiled peak until she was shuddering, her hips rocking mindlessly against nothing. He was too far away, and she was empty, bereft without him.
With a jolt, Callum’s hands returned to her waist and tugged her forward until she was in danger of falling into the water. Her chemise slid up to her waist with the movement, his silver eyes went molten. “Ye’re no’ wearing—”
“They seemed unnecessary under the robe,” she said, as though that would explain her wanton lack of undergarments.
His gaze was hungry. “I left ye needing to come last night, and I hated it. Tell me what to do to make it up to ye.”
Her lips parted as she pulled in a breath, her cheeks in danger of bursting into flame. “I—well, I use my fingers…” She slid her fingers between them until she covered her mound. “Here.”
He dragged his hand over his mouth. “Did ye do that last night?”
She nodded, the look in his eyes enough to make her feel like a goddess of desire.
He dragged his thumbs over the swell of her hip bones. “Will ye show me?”
“Show you?” Her pulse erupted as her breath caught.
“Aye.” He stepped back. “I want to get it right.”
A wicked thrill ran down her spine, but comfort followed in its wake, a warmth born of Callum, knowing she could be trust him with this.
She spread her knees as wide as she could, and she saw the moment she was fully exposed to him, for his jaw clenched, his Adam’s apple bobbed. He pulled his lower lip between his teeth and barely stifled a moan.
Emboldened by his reaction, she dipped her fingers between her folds, gathering the moisture from around her opening and swirling it up to her clitoris. A gasp burst from her lips as she grazed the bundle of nerves, and Callum grunted. She gathered more of her arousal and returned to the swollen nub, rolling and rubbing in the way that brought her to climax as she watched his chest rise and fall, his expression rapt.
“Have ye ever had a man’s mouth on yer cunt?”
Her hand faltered at his coarse words and the vivid picture they painted. “N-no.” Would she even like that? Prior to Gregory, she’d only been kissed, and in the handful of times she’d gone to his bed, he hadn’t concerned himself with her pleasure. “But I’ve only ever come by myself.”
His lips curled into a possessive snarl as he cupped her cheek, then dragged his hand down her throat to stroke her breast. “Until we leave this house, ye only come with me, aye?” Heleaned in, taking her mouth in a bruising kiss. “I want to see yer face every time.”
His words alone were enough to bring her up to the edge, and when his thumb joined hers at the apex of her thighs, she fell over the edge of her climax, crying out as sparks of bliss raced through her. Her body still buzzed when she realized he’d left the pool and was gathering her into his arms. She melted against him until she felt she was both weightless and too heavy, her body too burdensome to carry on her own. Her eyelids drifted shut as she snuggled her head into the crook of his neck.
“Did ye decide about my mouth?”
She gave a weak laugh as she nuzzled his skin. “I’ve grown rather fond of it.”
He chuckled. “Ye’ll be even fonder when I fuck ye with it.”
Her breathing stopped entirely. “I—um, yes, I mean, if you want to—”
“More than anything.” He laid her down on a rattan bench, the soft muslin-covered cushions giving beneath her weight. “Now lean back. I want ye to watch me make ye come so hard ye forget everyone but me.”
One arm around her lower back and the other hand behind her neck, he eased her down with a conscientiousness that spoke of responsibility, one that she now knew was absolutelyhim. He knelt between her legs, pressing her thighs so widethe stretch burned.
He leaned back a bit, taking her in. One finger traced around the edges of her lower lips, the pressure opening her even more to him. “Ye’re pretty here. So soft and pink. Beautiful.”
He practically had to bend in half to fit his broad chest between her legs; he lifted one of her knees over his shoulder and bent down, his hungry eyes holding hers as he swept his tongue along the length of her slit.
Oh. Her entire body bucked at the onslaught of sensation, but with her elbows holding her weight and her leg over his shoulder, she was immobile, completely at the mercy of his wicked mouth. Whimpers and gasps fell from her throat as he mimicked the motion of her fingers, quick flicks and gentle pressure, the heat engulfing her, devouring her from within. His gaze never left hers as he worked, every motion he made evaluated for efficacy until he’d mastered her pleasure, spinning her up and out of control until she burst, her delighted cry echoing off the vaulted ceiling.
Callum pressed kisses to her pulsing clitoris, sweeping his tongue around her swollen lips, dipping it into her weeping channel.
She shivered as her body responded to his continued attention. “Callum,” she managed, “I already came.”
