Cal grappled around the side table for his wallet, fumbled for a condom and somehow got to the stage ofsliding it down his cock. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt in need of such urgent release. Thinking of Bea when he was alone came close, but the real thing was unsurpassable.
‘You ready for me?’
‘Oh, yeah.’ She reached down between her legs. ‘So ready, Butler.’
‘Jesus, don’t call me that or I’ll lose it.’
‘Sorry, Boss.’
And that was no better. They had to do this thing and do it now.
‘Lie down.’ Cal motioned to the couch.
Bea lay back. The surface was soft, the cool touch of the leather momentarily pulling her out of her haze. But then the weight of Cal’s body was hot over hers and there was nothing else she could think of but him. For a moment, their eyes locked and something unspoken yet monumental passed between them. A need, an understanding, a colossal desire that overrode everything.
As the blunt tip of Cal’s cock nudged against Bea, she gasped. On a growl he claimed her mouth with another kiss. Then, almost caught off guard, he was filling her with a hot masculine thickness like nothing she’d ever felt before.
‘Oh, Cal. Oh, God.’
‘Fuck, Bea, you feel incredible.’ Cal’s jaw tightened. And just as she thought he was fully in her, he claimed more of her, eyes falling closed. Concentrating on the feeling? Trying not to let go?
With impunity, Bea drank in the angular planes of his face, the rough stubble that betrayed a more primal Calunder the maintained surface, the gritted teeth of a normally controlled man now on the edge.
When his eyes opened, there was a deep need there – but it was for her as much as for himself. ‘I need you to come, Bea.’ The words were hoarse but assured. ‘I have to see you come.’
Bea’s hips tipped up to Cal’s. His insistence on her coming almost sent her over the edge right there and then. Gripping onto him, she reeled as he pulled back so only the wide head of his cock was stretching her entrance, watching what was undoubtedly torment on her face, before sliding in again.
‘Please,’ she near begged. ‘Go deep, Cal. Fill me so full of your beautiful cock.’
With a primal flash in his eyes and a committed grunt, Cal thrust hard into Bea. Holy hell! She thought she might split apart. This was a man who had so much to please a woman with and knew exactly how to use it. He was rewriting everything she thought she knew about sex, eviscerating her playbook. She reached down to touch herself. But a strong hand met her there.
‘I’ve got this.’ Cal worked Bea’s slickness across her clit. How did he do it? Lose himself but remember her. She had no idea, and no brainpower to think about it because a storm was building. Filled to completeness and being touched so perfectly, Bea arched her body, her breasts surging towards him demanding more, more, more. At last, the crescendo peaked and she was clinging and clenching onto Cal in endless euphoric waves and his name was ringing on the air in what had to be her voice. Although she couldn’t be certain because she was in a world now where language had been completely rewritten.
And so it seemed was Cal as his own climax camehurtling in. Bea could only watch entranced as it ravaged him. As the tendon in his jaw tugged taut, his eyes glazed over, fell closed and a tortured roar, borne of so much longing and repressed desire, finally tore free from his depths.
She nearly came again at the sight.
Chapter 27
Cal
The sex was mind-blowing, and it wasn’t just Bea’s beauty that made it so. Cal had never shared chemistry with anyone like he shared with her. This woman obliterated all his self-control. Not only that, but she gave as much as she took. The only question remaining was why he had held out for so long; it now seemed like the most ridiculous decision ever.
‘That was amazing.’ He gazed down at her radiance.
She glowed back at him. ‘It was. We were.’
He thought he must be glowing too. ‘Question is,’ he said, venturing where he knew it was necessary to go. ‘Can we do it again?’
‘What? Now?’
‘Well, maybe not right now, but, say, in five minutes?’ Cal kissed her softly and smiled to show he was joking, although he was pretty sure he could go again in five minutes with this goddess. He pulled himself up, grabbed a blanket from a chair and wrapped it round them both. ‘I mean it, though. That was great and I don’t think one dose of you will be enoughfor me.’
Bea laughed at the compliment. ‘It was like the most fantastic medicine ever,’ she said.
‘You’re here in Scotland for how long?’
‘Another two months.’
