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When had his connection to her started to become so…emotional?
“What is it?” Miranda had taken a sip of the sweet port, but now she examined him standing in front of her, his legs apart, and male enough to make her forget all about the rich, nutty flavor of the liqueur that had delighted her only seconds earlier.
Callum wore a strange, bemused expression. The intensity in his eyes unfurled a restlessness deep within her.
He shook his head and laughed. “I think I’m going crazy.”
“You? Crazy?” She raised an eyebrow. “Never.”
But he didn’t laugh as she’d intended. Instead he stared at her until she shifted under that intimidating gaze.
“What is it that makes me forget about everything else when you’re around?”
“Now it’s my fault you’re going crazy?” She tried to laugh again, but found that her voice had dried up. His admission made her toes curl.
“Maybe not.” He crossed to a wall unit, where he pulled a drawer open and extracted a box. “You said once that your only weakness is dark chocolate.”
Her gaze lingered on Callum’s broad shoulders and trailed down to the long legs clad in dark trousers. Chocolate was no longer her only weakness….
“I couldn’t eat another thing,” she protested as he came toward her brandishing a bar of Lindt.
“Indulge me.” He tore the wrapper off. “Have you ever tasted dark chocolate and port together?”
Wordlessly, she shook her head.
“Then you haven’t lived.”
His voice was deep and throaty, and Miranda’s pulse went through the roof.
“Open your mouth.”
She never considered not obeying. Her lips parted. He placed a morsel on her tongue and the chocolate melted in her mouth. It tasted sublime.
“Now the port.”
He held the glass for her, and Miranda set her lips to the rim. Their eyes locked. He tipped the glass ever so slightly. The liquid mingled in her mouth with the rich sweet and flavor exploded on her tongue.
Callum set the glass down, and when he leaned forward to stroke her hair back from her face with gentle hands, her heart dropped.
“It’s been way too long since I’ve kissed you, Miranda.”
The moment had finally arrived. He’d brushed her lips too briefly yesterday morning during their walk, leaving her hungering for more. All day yesterday and today she’d waited, tension winding up within her.
Which made her feel even worse about not telling him about Adrian. He’d done so much to help her family, and all they’d been was Trouble with a capital T.
“You’re not going to stop me this time, are you?”
Was she so obvious? Tongue-tied, she shook her head.
“Good,” he purred.
His lips were firm on hers. He pulled her up against him and she became aware of the power of his body under the cotton shirt. His arms were strong around her.
He was all man.
She parted her lips and he devoured her. All hungry male. He gave a groan that turned her weak. She wanted him.
“That’s how to taste dark chocolate.” He brushed a kiss over her lips. “But if we continue this, someone might walk in on us.” His laugh was breathless. “My brothers only went to feed the horses. One of them could return any second.”
She ran her fingertips over his jaw, pausing to rest them against the soft pad of his lower lip. His eyes ignited with passion and he sucked a finger into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it.
Her breathing quickened.
Removing her hand, he took her mouth, plundering it, filling every crevice with his tongue. He tasted of port, chocolate and aroused male, and when he’d finished, he lifted his head and she gazed into eyes heavy with desire.
“I don’t want to wait anymore.” His voice was hoarse. “Come up to my room with me.”
Unable to speak, she nodded.
Callum shoved his bedroom door shut with his foot, and—holding Miranda’s gaze—locked the door.
Her pupils darkened, consuming the caramel gold of her irises, and causing his body to shudder and harden in anticipation.
He shrugged his tie off, crossed the room, and dropped the tie across the railing of his huge four-poster bed.
Miranda followed more slowly.
