What a Westmoreland Wants - By Brenda Jackson Page 0,42
was in the bedroom.
She drew in a deep breath, wondering which part of her was sorer, the area between her legs or her breasts. Callum had given special attention to both areas through most of the night. But with a tenderness that touched her deeply, he had paused to prepare a warm, soothing soak for her in his huge bathtub. He hadn’t made love to her since then. They’d eaten a late dinner, and returning to bed, he had cuddled her in his arms, close to his warm, masculine body. His hands had caressed her all over, gently stroking her to sleep.
And now she was awake and very much aware of everything they’d done the night before. Everything she’d asked him for, he had delivered. Even when he had wanted to stop because last night was her first time, she had wanted to experience more pleasure and he had ended up making it happen, giving her what she wanted. And although her body felt sore and battered today, a part of her felt that last night had truly been worth it.
Deciding to get a little more sleep, she closed her eyes and immediately saw visions of them together. But it wasn’t a recent image. She looked older and so did he and there were kids around. Whose kids were they? Certainly not theirs. Otherwise that would mean…
Her eyes sprang open, refusing to let such an apparition enter her mind. She would be the first to admit that what they’d shared last night had overwhelmed her, and for a moment she’d come close to challenging everything she believed about relationships between men and women. But the last thing she needed to do was get offtrack. Last night was what it was—no more, no less. It was about a curious, inexperienced woman and a horny, experienced man. And both had gotten satisfied to the nth degree. They had both gotten what they wanted.
“You’re awake?”
Callum’s voice sent sensations running across her skin. “Who wants to know?”
“The man who made love to you last night.”
She shifted her body, turned to face him and immediately wished she hadn’t. Fully awake he was sexy as sin. A half asleep Callum, with a stubble chin, drowsy eyes and long eyelashes, could make you come just looking at him.
“You’re the one who did that to me last night, aren’t you?”
A smile curved his lips. “I’m the one who plans to do that to you every night.”
She chuckled, knowing he only meant every night she remained in Australia. She was certain he knew that when they returned to Denver things would be different. Although she had her own little place, he would not be making late-night booty calls on her Westmoreland property.
“You think you have the stamina to do it every night?”
“Don’t you?”
She had to admit that the man’s staying power was truly phenomenal. But she figured, in time, when she got the hang of it, she would be able to handle him. “Yes, I do.”
She then reached out and rubbed a hand across his chin. “You need a shave.”
He chuckled. “Do I?”
“Yes.” Then she grabbed a lock of his hair. “And…”
“Don’t go there. I get my hair trimmed, never cut.”
She smiled. “That must be an Austell thing, since I see your father and brothers evidently feel the same way. Don’t be surprised if I start calling you Samson.”
“And I’ll start calling you Delilah, the temptress.”
She couldn’t help but laugh. “I wouldn’t know how to tempt a man.”
“But you know how to tempt me.”
“Do I?”
“Yes, but don’t get any ideas,” he said. “Last night you made me promise to get you to your new office by ten o’clock.”
Yes, she had made him promise that. He’d told her she could set up shop in the study of the house. He would have a phone installed as well as a fax machine and a computer with a high-speed Internet connection. The sooner she could get the materials she needed ordered, the quicker she could return to Denver. For some reason, the thought of returning home tugged at her heart. This was her third day here and she already loved this place.
“You do want to be on the job by ten, right?”
A smile touched her lips. “Yes, I do. Have you decided when and if you’re returning to Denver?” She just had to know.
“Yes, I plan to return with you and will probably stay until after Ramsey and Chloe’s baby is born to help out on the ranch. When things get pretty