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He rolls off me, snuggling up to my side. "Feeling good, eh?"
"Yes, yes, holy shit, yes."
"I know I'm good, but I've never seen a lass actually look blissful after I shag her."
Am I doing that? Yeah, I think I am.
Maybe it's the afterglow making me do it, but I can't resist rolling onto my side to face him and cuddle up close. He drapes an arm around me. I nuzzle his chest and sigh, loving the way fine hairs tickle my skin. When I look at him, he's smiling.
Until today, I had never seen him do that. All week, he'd been grumpy, growly Callum, the difficult client. But when I agreed we should have sex, he grinned. It was the sweetest, sexiest expression. Maybe he's not a jerk after all. Back in his apartment, he opened up to me like he never had before. Gazing at his smiling face now, I wonder if maybe…
No. I cannot date him.
Chapter Ten
Callum
I'm fair certain I'm grinning like a bampot. Kate and I had sex, all the way this time, and it was bloody incredible. So of course I'm grinning. I feel better than I have in months, maybe better than I have in years. Kate and I have shared personal things today, which means this shag meant more than just a way to get each other out of our systems. Aye, that had been my idea. But now I don't want it to end.
My knee still doesn't hurt, though I imagine I'll suffer for this later. Shagging her like a madman cannae be good for my knee, but I donnae care. Maybe getting my end away has made me a wee bit barmy, because I suddenly announce, "Have dinner with me."
She goes stiff, her eyes wide. "What?"
"Let me take you on a date."
"No, Callum. I do not date anymore."
I smirk and pat her erse. "Aye, you're celibate. I thought that word meant no sex, but apparently, it means 'shag a Highlander like there's no tomorrow.' Is that right?"
"No, it—Well—" She flips onto her back, covers her eyes with her hands, and moans pitifully. "I can't date you, Callum."
"Sure you can. Put on a bonnie frock and let me take you to a restaurant. It's simple."
"You don't understand."
"Explain it to me. Please."
She lowers her hands. "One disastrously failed marriage was all I could take. No more relationships, not for a long time."
"Letting fear hold you back isn't healthy, is it? You're a therapist, Kate. You should know."
"I can't date you, and I can't ever have sex with you again. One time only. It's over, and you are out of my system."
"Am I?" The lass is full of rubbish, for certain. I spread a palm over her belly and tease her navel with my thumb. "What does 'one time only' mean? One orgasm? One hour? One day?"
"One time meansone time."
"Well, I think it means we can shag all we want today. That counts as one time. Aye?"
Her lips curl up at the corners, though only a touch. "You are so stubborn."
"It's a family trait." I trail my fingers up her belly and close my fingers around her breast. "Our one time isn't over yet."
She sucks in a breath when I flick my thumb over her nipple. "Okay. Anything we do before noon counts as a single sexual encounter."
"Ye came round to my way of thinking, eh?"
"Just shut up and do me."
