Page 49 of Edinburgh Escape
The longer she moved over him, the tenser his body grew until he dug his fingers into her hair and pulled free of her mouth.
She frowned, reaching for him.
Callum shook his head. “I want to be inside you.”
She smiled her agreement. Before she knew his intentions, he flipped her onto her back, ripped open the condom and rolled it over his cock.
He came to her, settling between her legs, his staff pausing at her entrance.
“Are you still with me? Do you want this?” he asked, his voice strained.
“Yes!” she cried, grabbed his ass and brought him home.
Callum entered her slowly, carefully, allowing her channel to adjust to his girth.
She didn’t want slow. Her body was on fire with her need. With her fingers digging into his buttocks, she urged him to fill her completely.
Once he was fully seated, he gave her a moment to ensure she could handle his thickness.
Her desire mounting, Maggie pushed him away until only the tip of his cock remained inside. As quickly as she’d pushed him away, she pulled him back.
Callum took control from there, gliding in and out, slowly at first, then faster.
Maggie wanted him to go deeper, harder and faster. She dug her heels into the mattress and met him thrust for thrust, laughing over the slapping sound their bodies made as they came together. Her laughter caught in her throat as his body tensed and hers reached that incredible peak all over again. She pitched over the edge, the electric current of her orgasm ripping through her body all the way out to her fingers and toes. Her hips rose and fell, milking every last wave of sensation until she collapsed against the bed, breathing hard.
Callum continued pumping in and out. One final thrust buried him deep inside her, his release pulsing against her channel. For a long moment, he leaned over her, his face tight, his breathing ragged, his gaze meeting hers. He collapsed on top of her, crushing the air from her lungs.
Maggie didn’t care if she ever breathed again. She could die in that moment with no regrets. “That was incredible,” she whispered.
He chuckled and rolled onto his side, taking her with him. “Better than incredible. It was brilliant.”
“Can we do it again?” she asked, “Although I’ll need a minute. My body is as limp as a noodle.”
“We surely can do that again, but like you, I require time to recover.” He smiled into her eyes and brushed a curl back from her cheek. “You’re an amazing woman, Maggie McKendrick.”
“I can say the same about you,” she said, trailing a finger across his shoulder and down his arm. “I’m ready for round two whenever you are.”
“Amazing and a demanding wench,” Callum said and brushed a kiss across her cheek.
“I don’t want his night to end,” she said. “For now, I want to forget the fact that my new family is in danger. I want to live in the moment, make love to you for as long as you’ll have me and worry about tomorrow when it’s today.”
Callum kissed her lips. “I thought you were tired.”
She smiled. “I am. But I can sleep when I return to Montana. I’m here for such a short time, I want to experience as much as I can.”
He gathered her into his arms, his lips crushing hers.
Maggie’s heart swelled with feelings she’d never felt before meeting Callum. In a few short days, she’d be back in Montana, and he’d be on to his next assignment as a Brotherhood Protector. Most likely, they’d never see each other again. If she let herself dwell on that, she’d be sad.
It was hard to be sad when wrapped in that moment in Callum’s arms.
They made love through the night, even moving to the bathtub after warming the water. It was everything she’d imagined and more. Afterward, they’d dried each other off and continued exploration of each other’s bodies in the bed.
Sometime in the early, dark hours of morning, she drifted off, her body spooned against his, replete in their lovemaking and satisfied for the moment. In the back of her mind, she knew she could never get enough of Callum McCall. Leaving would be harder than anything she’d done before.
The cool light of day came too soon; muted sunlight filtered through the French doors into the room.
Maggie stretched, feeling deliciously wicked as the sheets slid over her naked skin. When she rolled over to kiss Callum awake, she was shocked and disappointed to find the space beside her empty. She sat up, pulling the sheet up over her breasts and glanced around the room.
