“What do you mean? Are you …” She paused as color flooded her cheeks and her gaze dropped down to the bulge. “Not … um … capable?” His jaw went slack as he realized where her thoughts were. “Nay! Of course, I can!”
The humor returned to her eyes. “Oh, well you said?—”
“But I didn’t mean it the way you took it.”
“Then why don’t you want children?”
Sin bristled at a topic he no longer wanted to discuss. “This subject is closed.”
Callie realized he wasn’t going to give her anything more than that. Very well, she would work on learning answers later. For now, she would focus on other things.
“What did you do today?” she asked. “You said you went into town.”
“I was making plans to leave for Scotland.”
Her heart soared. “You’re taking me home?”
“Aye.”
“When?”
“Day after tomorrow.”
Joy ripped through her. Thoughtless in her excitement, she launched herself into his arms and squeezed him tight as her heart pounded.
Sin sat in shock as she wrapped herself around him. No one had ever hugged him before. Not once. He swallowed at the sensation of her bosom flattened against his chest, of her breath on his neck and the tenderness of her arms around his neck.
She felt wonderful.
Awkwardly, he placed his own arms around her. His blood pounded through his veins as his body roared to life with a heated demand so fierce, it left him breathless.
All he could think of was the warmth of her body on his, the way her cheek felt pressed against his.
Before he realized what he was doing, he tilted her chin up with his hand and lowered his mouth to her parted lips.
Sin moaned at the taste of her. The feel of her breath mingling with his as her tongue hesitantly swept against his. She smelled of woman and lilacs, of pure, blissful heaven. He cupped her face in his hands, and just inhaled the scents and feelings of the only tender moment he’d ever known.
His blood rushed in his ears as his body burned for her and it took every ounce of his strength not to unlace her gown and sample more of her.
Sample all of her.
Callie’s head swam at the taste of the man, of the power of his arms around her. His tongue teased hers relentlessly. A deep-seated ache threatened to overwhelm her as he stirred feelings and sensations in her body she’d never before known.
His arms tightened around her body and she could feel the muscles of his back flexing beneath her hands. Goodness, but he was all solid muscle. All manly power.
And she wanted him in a way she’d never wanted anything. The female in her awoke with such a ferocious demand that she was amazed it didn’t incinerate her. What was this fire inside her? This ache she had to strip off his clothes and touch every part of him with her hands. Her lips.
For the first time in her life, she understood what her friends meant when they spoke in hushed whispers about their husbands. No wonder they blushed and giggled.
Kissing was wonderful!
He ran his hands down her back to her ribs. Callie throbbed even more as she arched against him. Instinctively, she rubbed herself against the bump in his chausses. He answered her with an animalistic growl as he deepened his kiss and moved his hand to cup her breast through the fabric of her gown. She moaned at the feel of him.
Sin hissed at the way her breast overfilled his hand. At the way she tasted of such sweet innocence and fire. Her hands sought out his body, stroking him, inflaming him. And all he could think of was laying her back and...
He pulled back and stared at her half open eyes. Her lips were swollen as she breathed raggedly. He could just imagine how she would look in his bed. Imagine how it would feel to claim her.
Tomorrow, she would be his. He could take her then, over and over until they were both spent.
