Rage (Benson Security 3)

A cheer went up from the hallway.

“Bog off!” he shouted at his team, but he’d lost the edge of anger that had been riding him for weeks. “Perverts,” he muttered before taking her mouth in a kiss that was punishing and desperate.

Damn, he needed to get inside her. She pulled her lips from his again.

“That means taking us all on. Jack and Sophie too.” She looked at him, anxiety in her eyes.

“I spent the past three weeks decorating bedrooms for Sophie and Jack. One is bubble-gum pink and covered in glitter. The other is full of video games and workout gear.” He kissed her nose. “You’re mine, Isobel Sinclair. And those kids are mine. Never worry about that.”

The depth of emotion he saw in her eyes humbled him. His woman. His. And he was never letting her go.

“I’m not pregnant,” she whispered against his mouth.

Disappointment washed over him. “Do you want to be? Because I want to be inside you right this minute.”

She smiled at him and melted his heart. “Let’s get settled first.”

Aye, he liked the sound of that. “I don’t have a condom here.” Which meant he had to drag Isobel through the building, past his grinning team, and out the back door to his house at the end of the garden—all the while sporting a hard-on from hell.

She put her hand in the pocket of the denim jacket she wore and pulled out a little foil packet. “I came prepared, for a change.”

He grabbed the condom and kissed her hard.

“It was Mairi, wasn’t it?” He put her on her feet and started pulling off her jeans.

“Yeah,” Isobel said with a giggle, because they both knew her chances of remembering were slim to none.

Callum stripped her of her jeans, shoes and underwear in record time before sheathing himself and lifting her again. When he had her pressed between his chest and the wall, the way he liked it, he stroked her hair. “I promise you foreplay the next time.”

“You keep saying that,” she whispered against his mouth, “but it never happens.”

“I’ll work on it.” He reached between them and lined himself up with paradise.

They groaned as he slid into her wet heat. Muscles tensed as he fought for control, Callum rested his forehead on Isobel’s. They stood like that, joined, together, complete.

“Never leave me again,” Callum whispered.

“Silly man, I didn’t leave you this time. I just needed to sort out my head.”

“Are you done with that?”

“Yeah.” She clenched around him, and they both moaned. “I fell in love with you in Arness.” Isobel confessed.

Callum felt a warm glow spread throughout his body. “I’ll always love you, Isobel Sinclair, and I’m going to spend a lifetime showing you that you made the right choice this time.”

“Are you saying I broke the Sinclair curse?” She smiled, teasing him.

“Aye, that’s exactly what I’m saying. Now give me your mouth, woman. I need to taste you.”

And Isobel did just that.