Page 68 of The American Wives Club

He smirks when he says that, so I know he doesn't actually think the other MacTaggarts are annoying. In the short time I've known these people, I can tell they're an amazing family that sticks together and supports each other. Even their spouses feel that way. Why else would Emery have driven all the way to Inverness just to convince me not to leave? Yeah, they are an amazing bunch of people.

Callum slides an arm around my waist, pulling me into his body, and feathers his lips over mine. "Donnae want to talk anymore."

"Fine by me."

I can't say anything else, not with his lips teasing mine and his hard body pressing into me. Thoughts flitter away from me, and the rest of the world seems to disappear. He wraps his other arm around me too and crushes his mouth to mine, then slips his tongue between my lips, exploring me with slow, sensual strokes. I melt for him and moan low in my throat. God, he feels good, tastes good, smells good. All I want is him inside me, right now, but I can't manage to speak, so I tell him what I need in the only way I can.

By unzipping his pants.

He lifts us both off the bed and sets me down on the floor. While keeping one arm around me, he grabs a handful of the comforter and yanks it away along with the blanket and top sheet. And he kisses me the entire time. I cracked one eye open to see him pull the covers off, otherwise I wouldn't have known what he was doing. He peels his mouth away from mine and starts kissing a trail down my throat while he uses his free hand to unbutton my top. I lose track of what he's doing, too turned on to care, and let myself revel in the sensations he evokes in me.

Suddenly, I'm naked on the bed.

Yeah, he drives me out of my mind with lust for him. No other man ever did this to me, but I love it.

Callum kneels at my feet while he ditches all his clothes and frees that glorious cock. It bounces in front of him, the crown damp and rosy. I want to lunge forward to lick up that bead of moisture, but I can't move. The vision of his nude body paralyzes and excites me at the same time, spurring my heart to beat faster and my breaths to quicken. He is more than gorgeous. He's like one of those Greek statues in museums, but he doesn't look like a young boy. No, he's a mature man with scars. But we can talk about that later.

I need him to make love to me right now.

He grabs his jeans off the floor, retrieving a condom from the pocket, then tosses them away. My body grows hotter and slicker, tingly all over, while I watch him roll the latex onto his length. Once he's done, he just kneels there at my feet, gazing at my body like he's never seen it before. We've both seen each other naked and crawled over each other's bodies for hours. But this feels like a new beginning, or maybe our real beginning. No more lies. No more sneaking around. Everyone knows we're together, and we have no reason to feel ashamed.

"Yer the most beautiful lass on earth," he rumbles as he drops onto his hands and knees to crouch over me. "Ahmno rushing this time. Want to love ye for a long time."

He means he wants to make love to me, not that he actually loves me. Would I mind if he did mean that? I don't think I would. In fact, I'm pretty sure I wish he did love me.

"Ah, lass, yer perfect." He catches one nipple between his teeth and swirls his tongue around the tip until I suck in a breath and arch my back. "Neach-gaoil, tha thu bòidheach."

I have no idea what he said, but his tone of voice and the look on his face tell me everything I need to know. This isn't just sex tonight.

He doesn't need to ask me what I want. Even if he didn't already know, the way I bend my knees and spread my thighs tells him. I grip his biceps, and our gazes collide. He doesn't look away or close his eyes, not even when he pushes inside me inch by inch, taking it so slowly that I can't draw in a full breath. Seated deep, he pauses there without speaking or moving a single muscle.

Then he starts to thrust.

He keeps the pace slow and measured, and the deliberate way he takes my body makes me breathe even harder and faster while my pulse thunders in my ears. Oh God, this is even better than the wild and scorching sex we've had before. I never want him to stop, but I don't think I can stand it for much longer. The pleasure mounts little by little as he slides in and pulls out, his breaths as measured as his thrusts.

I wrap my arms around him. "Don't have to hold back. Anything you want, I want too."

"Kate,mo chridhe, I—" His pace accelerates, and my body shifts a little with every thrust, making my breasts jiggle. "I wanted to make love to ye slowly, but…"

"Go on. Take me however you need to. I'm yours no matter what."

He drops onto me and rolls us over, leaving me on top. "You take charge,mo chridhe. Fuck me."

I lay my palms on his chest and push to lift myself into a sitting position. With his cock still inside me, the fullness of him feels so damn good that I can barely breathe. "Riding you sounds way better than riding your Harley."

"Do it,mo leannan."

Held up by my hands on his chest, I rock my hips, lifting with every retreat and sinking onto his length with every downward thrust. I try not to make much noise because his parents are across the hall, but keeping quiet gets harder and harder, especially when my movements grow more intense, making the bed creak.

I freeze.

Callum grasps my hips and tugs. "Donnae stop now."

"But your parents," I whisper. "They might hear."

He chuckles. "Later, I'll tell you a story about Jack and the lass he dated in school—and what they did in his bedroom."

"Yeah, later. Need to make us both come now."

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