‘Sorry about that,’ he said to Bea after he’d closed the door. ‘My sister can be quite … interfering.’
‘I thought she was charming,’ said Bea. ‘Just like her big brother.’
This was enough to loosen the knot of frustration that Cara had created in Cal’s gut. It hadn’t helped that all the things she’d suggested were thoughts that had already run through his mind, including the possibility of Bea coming to his father’s party. But it had felt like too much. It could be dressed up as showing her the best that Scotland has to offer: an insight into Scottish family life that the average tourist would never experience. But it could also come across as too full on, as if he were imagining himself as her boyfriend, taking her to meet his family for the first time. Bea wasn’t that sort of woman. No-strings lovers didn’t come to family gatherings. And she didn’t have an expression of expectation on her face, which suggested she wasn’t bothered about being invited.
Cal enveloped Bea in his arms. ‘Well, thank you very much,’ he said, roused by mere seconds of her closeness to her. ‘You are a sight to behold in my clothes.’ He murmured into her neck, ‘But I will have to ask you to take them off,’ and skimmed along the neckline of his shirt where Bea’s cleavage was visible.
‘Oh, that’s right,’ said Bea. ‘I’ve got a wetsuit to put on.’
Cal loved this woman’s cheeky wit: how she could know exactly what he was thinking but subvert his words to make them mean something else, all in the name of teasing him. Aproduct of that lively mind he’d previously interpreted as making her high maintenance when she was simply vibrant and alive. And boy did she bring him alive. A hundred per cent vital, from his brain to his toes and one other exceptionally vital place in between.
Chapter 35
Bea
Removing Cal’s clothes from her own body under the flimsy premise of putting on a wetsuit, Bea took her time, making sure she had his full attention as she slowly and deliberately released each button. Fortunately, the blinds were still closed, so she didn’t have to worry about being seen by anyone on the street outside.
When she’d awoken this morning, Bea could quite easily have worn something of her own, but the lack of Cal in the bed beside her made her crave his presence, a longing that had caught her off guard. This was the first overnight they had spent together, and already the bed was empty without him. She’d pressed her nose into his pillow. It smelt of Cal, and between her thighs she fluttered, but something in her heart did too.
It didn’t escape her notice that as she glanced to the chair by the window for something to wear to breakfast, she was gravitating towards Cal’s clothes. And as she slipped his shirt over her head and pulled on his sweatpants, that sensation between her thighs happened again.
The fluttering was turning to a throbbing now as Beaslowly revealed herself to Cal, his sights intent on her, hungry for sex but something else was there, too. Amazement? Awe? Disbelief?
Bea slipped out the last button, and the shirt fell open to reveal her bare breasts. Cal stood fixed to the spot, taking her in. Her blood rushed, her nipples hardened and she tweaked one of them. His eyes widened and a quick glance to his boxers told her how aroused he was already.
‘You like this?’ she asked, knowing full well what the answer was.
‘Aye,’ he said lowly. ‘You have no idea, Bea. Keep touching those nipples for me.’
Bea wet one of her fingers with her tongue, then placed it back on her nipple, moving in taunting circles. Tipping her head back, she moaned. There was no faking going on here. This was cranking up her temperature.
‘Fuck, Bea. Keep doing that. Tell me how it feels.’
‘It’s so good,’ she whispered. ‘I’m imagining it’s your mouth on me. Oh, Cal, you’re so fucking good. How do you do it?’
‘Show me more.’
Bea stepped out of the sweatpants, fully naked now.
‘Fuck.’ Cal’s eyes roved up and down her body. ‘You are even more stunning every time I see you.’ There was no denying he desperately wanted to touch her but was holding back. Bea understood; the anticipation was out of this world, which meant that when they finally fucked again, it would be even better. Delicately, she trailed her touch from her nipple down her stomach to graze across her soft pubic hair where she lingered, waiting for a command from Cal. She didn’t have to wait long.
‘Touch your pussy for me, Bea,’ he said. ‘Make yourself wet.’
‘I’m already wet looking at you. But I’m going to get wetter.’ She plunged her finger into her slick heat, her moans amplifying.
On a beat, Cal tugged down his boxers to reveal his exactly the effect she had on him. Grasping for his swollen cock, he growled. ‘God, Bea, you’re so fucking beautiful.’
Bea whimpered as she watched Cal arouse himself with long, masterful strokes. Reflexively, she urged her pussy forward.
Cal growled, still palming his cock, jaw taut. ‘You want this in you, don’t you?’ From the strain on his face, she could see their hunger was mutual.
‘God, yes.’ Bea glanced around the room before stopping at the kitchen table.
Knowing instinctively what she was thinking, he said, ‘Sit there; I’ll get a condom.’
Moments later, with Bea hitched up onto the table, Cal returned and, condom on, anchoring her from behind with a confident grip, in one sweeping motion he filled her.
‘Oh, fuck, Bea.’ He stopped for a beat, dazed eyes finding hers, composure clearly hanging by a very thin fibre.
