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.”
She chuckled. “Oooh, I can’t wait.” She stared at his naked chest. He was definitely built, she thought.
He tossed his shirt aside and when his hand went to the zipper of his jeans, a heated sensation began traveling along Gemma’s nerve endings. When he began lowering the zipper, she completely held her breath.
He slid the zipper halfway down and met her gaze. “Something I need to confess before I go any further.”
Her breath felt choppy. “What?”
“I dreamed about you last night.”
Gemma smiled, pleased with his confession. “I have a confession of my own.” He lifted his brows. “I dreamed about you, too. But, then, I think it was to be expected after last night.”
He went back to slowly easing his zipper down. “You could have come to my bedroom. I would not have minded.”
“I wasn’t ready.”
He didn’t move as he held her gaze. “And now?”
She grinned. “And now I’m a lady-in-waiting.”
He threw his head back and laughed as he began sliding his pants down his legs. She scooted to the edge of the bed to watch, fascinated when he stood before her wearing a skimpy pair of black briefs. He had muscular thighs and a nice pair of hairy legs. The way the briefs fit his body had her shuddering when she should have been blushing.
All her senses suddenly felt hot-wired, her heart began thumping like crazy in her chest and a tingling sensation traveled up her nerve endings. She felt no shame in staring at him. The only thing she could think of at that moment was that her Aussie was incredibly sexy.
Her Aussie?
She couldn’t believe her mind had conjured up such a thought. He wasn’t hers and she wasn’t his. At least not in that way. But tonight, she conceded, and whenever they made love, just for that moment, they would belong to each other in every way.
“Should I continue?”
She licked her lips in anticipation. “I might hurt you if you don’t.”
He chuckled as he slid his hands into the waistband of his briefs and slowly began easing them down his legs. “Oh my…” She could barely get the words past her throat.
Her breasts felt achy as she stared at that part of his anatomy, which seemed to get larger right before her eyes. She caught a lip between her teeth and tried not to clamp down too hard. But he had to be, without a doubt, in addition to being totally aroused and powerfully male, the most beautiful man she’d ever seen. And he stood there, with his legs braced apart, his hands on his hips and with a mass of hair flowing around his face, fully exposed to her. This was a man who could make women drool. A man who would get a second look whenever he entered a room, no matter what he