“Do you want more?” he whispered against her lips, tasting the corners of her mouth while moaning deep in his throat from how good she tasted.
“Yes, I want more,” she said in a purr that conveyed a little catch in her breathing.
“How much more?” He needed to know. Any type of rational thought and mind control was slipping away from him big time. It wouldn’t take much to strip her naked right now.
He knew for a fact that she’d rarely dated during the time he’d been in Denver. And although he wasn’t sure what she did while she was in college, he had a feeling his Gemma was still a virgin. The thought of that filled him with intense pride that she would give him the honor of being her first.
“I want all you can give me, Callum,” she responded in a thick slur, but the words were clear to his ears.
He sucked a quick gulp of air into his lungs. He wondered if she had any idea what she was asking for. What he could give was a whole hell of a lot. If he had his way, he would keep her on her back for days. Stay inside her until he’d gotten her pregnant more times than humanly possible.
The thought of his seed entering her womanly channel, made the head of his erection throb behind his zipper, begging for release, practically pleading for the chance to get inside her wet warmth.
“Are you on any type of birth control?” He knew that she was. He had overheard a conversation once that she’d had with Bailey and knew she’d been taking oral contraceptives to regulate her monthly cycle.
“Yes, I’m on the pill,” she acknowledged. “But not because I sleep around or anything like that. In fact, I’m…”
She stopped talking in midsentence and was gazing up at him beneath her long lashes. Her eyes were wide, as if it just dawned on her what she was about to reveal. He had no intention of letting her stop talking now.
“You’re what?”
He watched as she began nervously nibbling on her bottom lip and he almost groaned, tempted to replace her lip with his and do the nibbling for her.
He continued to brush kisses across her face, drinking in her taste. And when she didn’t respond to his inquiry, he pulled back and looked at her. “You can tell me anything, Gemma. Anything at all.”
“I don’t know,” she said in a somewhat shaky voice. “It might make you want to stop.”
Not hardly, he thought, and knew he needed to convince her of that. “There’s nothing you can tell me that’s going to stop me from giving you want you want. Nothing,” he said fervently.
She gazed up into his eyes and he knew she believed him. She held the intensity in his gaze when she leaned forward and whispered. “I’m still a virgin.”
“Oh, Gemma,” he said, filled with all the love any man could feel for a woman at that particular moment. He had suspected as much, but until she’d confessed the truth, he hadn’t truly been certain. Now he was, and the thought that he would be the man who carried her over the threshold of womanhood gave him pause, had him searching for words to let her know just how he felt.
He hooked her chin with his fingers as he continued to hold her gaze. “You trust me enough with such a precious gift?”
“Yes,” she said promptly without hesitation.
Filled with both extreme pleasure and profound pride, he bent his head and kissed her gently while sweeping her off her feet into his arms.
When Callum placed her on his bed and stepped back to stare at her, one look at his blatantly aroused features let Gemma know that he was going to give her just what she had asked for. Just what she wanted.
Propped up against his pillow, she drank him in from head to toe as he began removing his shoes. Something—she wasn’t sure just what—made her bold enough to ask. “Will you strip for me?”
He lifted his head and looked over at her. If he was shocked by her request, he didn’t show it. “Is that what you want?”
“Yes.”
He smiled and nodded. “No problem.”
Gemma shifted her body into a comfortable position as a smile suffused her face. “Be careful or I’ll begin to think you’re easy.”
He shrugged broad shoulders as he began removing his shirt. “Then I guess I’ll just have to prove you wrong.”