Violet stared at Callum,stunned. “What just happened?”
He looked similarly gobsmacked. “I think yer aunt kidnapped me.”
“She’s mad.”
The wicked smile returned. “Mad, or brilliant.”
Her skin prickled with anticipation. “How long will it take us to get to Claremont?”
He made a show of taking out his pocket watch and checking it, the gold glinting in the low light. “Quarter of an hour, given the weather.”
She licked her lips. He winked.
The next moment passed in a blur as Callum closed the space between them, shoving up her skirts while she tugged at the buttons at his waist. Their hands clashed, laughter falling from their joined lips as the tapes holding her drawers released, his trousersopened—
“Is this what ye want?”
She froze, her drawers already past her knees. What was she thinking? What kind of woman would behave in such a wanton way?
A woman who may never the chance again.
“I do.” She swallowed, kicked her undergarments across the carriage. Callum watched the movement with raised brows. “I’m certain.”
“Then get on yer knees, lass,” he growled, turning her so she was kneeling on the seat, her hands curled over the headrest.
“Callum, what—”
His moan broke off her words as he pushed her skirts around her middle, baring her from the waist down aside from her stockings and boots. Her breath escaped in shudders as his hands dragged up her calves, over her thighs to the bare skin above her garters. “Ye’re so wet already, lass, so ready for me.”
She whimpered, the cold air against her simmering flesh a relief as much as it fueled her desire. This was precisely what she needed, a mindless romp with a handsome man, pleasure to warm her memories during the frosty nights ahead. But she knew what happened with Callum could never be mindless, would never be dismissed as the simple slaking of lust.
She cried out as his mouth pressed against her intimate skin, swiping his tongue through her wetness. “Oh god,” she hissed, her fingers digging into the headrest as her spine arched.
He stilled her with a palm to the small of her back, leaving her open to him, and lord, but it was exhilarating, freeing to be held byhim this way. His other hand gripped her hip as his tongue lashed at her clitoris, pulsed in her channel. The ache in her core intensified as wicked sensations pulsed through her. “Callum, I—oh god—”
He said nothing, merely continued his crusade to drive her wild, until she was grinding herself against his mouth, mindless and weightless and—
“Callum!”
Her climax roared over her, a summer storm of electricity, furious and beautiful and debilitating all at once. His body covered hers from behind, his chest pressed to her back and arms around her middle. Soft words of praise, sprinkled with harsh Gaelic spoken in soothing tones, slipped past the buzzing in her ears to reach deeper, until they resonated in her bones.
His hands stroked over her thighs and buttocks, tender and cherishing as she fell to the earth. She wanted him so badly it was debilitating, but she had to be practical. “I want you to wear protection.”
He paused, then shifted to the seat beside her to meet her eye. “Did ye think I wouldnae protect ye?”
She shook her head as her heart swelled. “I thought you would, but I had to be sure.”
He reached into his jacket pocket and removed a tin. “I picked these up while I was in town. They’ll prevent any consequences.” He kissed her lips, soft and sweet. “I wouldnae put ye at risk.”
She hated how her ribs squeezed tight, that the simple act of protecting her from the fate she’d been left with before should flatten her with its consideration. The last threads of hesitationbroke, and she allowed herself to be wanton, to claim gratification for herself.
Violet lifted herself back up to kneeling on the bench. “Take me like this,” she breathed, and he groaned, gripped her hips again.
After a moment of fumbling, he pressed his sheathed cock against her entrance and pushed, entering her in one slick glide.
She cried out from the pleasure of it, Callum’s grunt of ecstasy nearly drowning her out. She felt him in the depths of her body, the depths of her soul.
There was nothing slow or tender in their coupling, only frantic, frenetic grasping, reaching for mutual climax, so intense she could pretend the act would be the same with any other man. Because she knew this was different because ofCallum.She could walk away when the party ended, and but she was lying to herself if she believed it would be without regrets.
