What a Westmoreland Wants - By Brenda Jackson Page 0,40
was wearing. A man whose voice alone could make woman want to forget about being a good girl and just enjoy being bad.
She continued to stare, unable to do anything else, as he approached the bed. She moved into a sitting position to avoid being at eye level with his erection.
Gemma couldn’t help wondering what his next move would be. Did he expect her to return the favor and strip for him? When he reached the edge of the bed, she tilted her head back and met his gaze. “My turn?”
He smiled. “Yes, but I want to do things differently.”
She lifted a confused brow. “Differently?”
“Yes, instead of you stripping yourself, I want to do it.”
She swallowed, not sure she understood. “You want to take my clothes off?”
He shook his head as a sexy smile touched his lips. “No, I want to strip your clothes off you.”
And then he reached out and ripped off her blouse.
The surprised look on her face was priceless. Callum tossed her torn blouse across the room. And now his gaze was fixed on her chest and her blue satin push-up bra. Fascinated, he thought she looked sexy as hell.
“You owe me for that,” she said when she found her voice.
“And I’ll pay up,” he responded as he leaned forward to release the front clasp and then eased the straps down her shoulders, freeing what he thought were perfect twin mounds with mouth-watering dark nipples.
His hand trembled when he touched them, fondled them between his eager fingers, while watching her watch him, and seeing how her eyes darkened, and how her breath came out in a husky moan.
“Hold those naughty thoughts, Gemma,” he whispered when he released her and reached down to remove her sandals, rubbing his hands over her calves and ankles, while thinking her skin felt warm, almost feverish.
“Why do women torture their feet with these things?” His voice was deep and husky. He dropped the shoes by the bed.
“Because we know men like you enjoy seeing us in them.”
He continued to rub her feet when he smiled. “I like seeing you in them. But then I like seeing you out of them, too.”
His hand left her feet and began inching up her leg, past her knee to her thigh. But just for a second. His hand left her thigh and shifted over to the buttons on her skirt and with one tug sent them flying. She lifted her hips when he began pulling the skirt from her body and when she lay before him wearing nothing but a pair of skimpy blue panties, he felt blood rush straight to his heads. Both of them.
But it was the one that decided at that moment to almost double in size that commanded his attention. Without saying a word, he slowly began easing her panties down her thighs and her luscious scent began playing havoc with his nostrils as he did so.
He tossed her panties aside and his hands eased back between her legs, seeing what he’d touched last night and watching once again as her pupils began dilating with pleasure.
And to make sure she got the full Callum Austell effect, he bent his head toward her chest, captured a nipple in his mouth and began sucking on it.
“Callum!”
“Umm?” He released that nipple only to move to the other one, licking the dark area before easing the tip between his lips and sucking on it as he’d done to the other one. He liked her taste and definitely liked the sounds she was making.
Moments later he began inching lower down her body and when his mouth came to her stomach, he traced a wet path all over it.
“Callum.”
“I’m right here. You still sure you want me?” His fingers softly flicked across her womanly folds while he continued to lick her stomach.
“Oh, yes.”
“Are there any limitations?” he asked.
“No.”
“Sure?”
“Positive.”
He took her at her word and moved his mouth lower. Her eyes began closing when he lifted her hips and wrapped her legs around his neck, lowered his head and pressed his open mouth to her feminine core.
Pleasure crashed over Gemma and she bit down to keep from screaming. Callum’s tongue inside her was driving her crazy, and pushing her over the edge in a way she’d never been pushed before. Her body seemed to fragment into several pieces and each of those sections was being tortured by a warm, wet and aggressive tongue that was stroking her into a stupor.
Her hands grabbed tight to the bedspread as her legs