What a Westmoreland Wants - By Brenda Jackson Page 0,47
make it happen.”
In that case. She stood from the sofa and in bare feet she slowly crossed the room and came to a stop between his opened legs. “Make love to me, Callum.”
Callum didn’t hesitate to pull Gemma down into his lap. He had been thinking about making love to her all day. That kiss in her office had whet his appetite and now he was about to be appeased. But first he had to tell her something before he forgot.
“Mom called. She’s invited you to have lunch and go shopping with her, my sister and my sisters-in-law next Friday.”
Surprise shone on Gemma’s face. She twisted around in his arms to look up at him. “She did?”
“Yes.”
“But why? I’m here to decorate your house. Why would they want to spend time with me?”
Callum chuckled. “Why wouldn’t they? You’ve never been to Australia and I gather from the conversations the other day they figured you like to shop like most other women.”
“The same way men like watching sports. I understand that sports are just as popular here in this country as in the States.”
“Yes, I played Australian rules football a lot growing up. Not sure how my body would handle it now, though,” he said, adjusting her in his lap to place the top of his chin on the crown of her head. “I also like playing cricket. One day I’m going to teach you how to play.”
“Well, you must have plans to do that during the time I’m here, because once I return home it’s back to tennis for me.”
Callum knew Gemma played tennis and that she was good at it. But what stuck out more than anything was her mentioning returning home. He didn’t intend for that to happen, at least not on a permanent basis. “How can you think of returning to Denver when you still have so much to do here?”
She smiled. “Hey, give me a break. Today was my first full day on the job. Besides, you hired Kathleen for me. She placed all the orders and I even hired the company to come in and hang the drapes and pictures. Everything is moving smoothly. Piece of cake. I’ll have that place decorated and be out of here in no time.”
He didn’t say anything for a moment, thinking he definitely didn’t like the sound of that. Then he turned her in his arms. “I think we got sidetracked.”
She looked up at him. “Did we?”
“Yes. You wanted to make love.”
She tilted her head. “Umm, did I?”
“Yes.”
She shook her head, trying to hide a grin, which he saw anyway. “Sorry, your time is up.”
He stood with her in his arms. “I don’t think so.”
Callum carried her over to the sofa and sat down with her in his arms. “We have more room here,” he said, adjusting her body in his lap to face him. “Now tell me what you want again.”
“I don’t remember,” she said, amusement shining in her gaze.
“Sounds like you need another reminder,” he said, standing.
She wrapped her arms around his neck. “Now where are you taking me?”
“To the kitchen. I think I’d like you for dessert.”
“What! You’re kidding, aren’t you?”
“No. Watch me.”
And she did. Gemma sat on the kitchen counter, where he placed her, while he rummaged through his refrigerator looking for God knows what. But she didn’t mind, since she was getting a real nice view of his backside.
“Don’t go anywhere. I’ll have everything I need in a sec,” he called out, still bent over, scouring his fridge.
“Oh, don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere. I’m enjoying the view,” she said, smiling, her gaze still glued to his taut tush.
“The view is nice this time of night, isn’t it?” he asked over his shoulder.
She grinned as she studied how the denim of his jeans stretched over his butt. He thought she was talking about the view of the ocean outside the window. “I think this particular view is nice anytime. Day or night.”
“You’re probably right.”
“I know I am,” Gemma said, fighting to keep the smile out of her voice.
Moments later Callum turned away from the refrigerator and closed the door with his hands full of items. He glanced over at Gemma. She was smiling. He arched a brow. “What’s so funny?”
“Nothing. What you got there?”
“See for yourself,” he said, placing all the items on the counter next to her.
She picked up a jar. “Cherries?”
A slow smile touched his lips at the same time she saw a hint of heat fill his green eyes. “My favorite