Sonia felt the throb pulse between her legs and she also heard the soft moan that caught in her throat.
The gold took over the blue when he growled with approval, “In heat.”
Then he kissed her, harder, longer and wetter before he let her go and went back to his desk.
Once Sonia emerged from her pretend world of enchanted castles and fairytale kings you met in your dreams, she realized that she’d been in Scotland for three days.
She didn’t intend to go to Scotland at all but she’d been there three days, met people she liked and fell in love with the village and the woods.
She didn’t intend to have sex with Callum again but they’d had sex six times, not passable sex, not good sex, but (as usual) fantastic sex.
But she did intend to get a few things straight which was the only thing she didn’t do.
And she had to find the courage to do it, and soon. Or she was going to be doing things to Callum in his chair, things her mind was making up on its own, things that were making that throb beat between her legs and her br**sts swell. Things that, the very thought of them, when Callum wasn’t even looking at her or speaking to her, were deeply affecting her.
And she was, she decided, in serious, serious trouble.
So deep was Sonia in her thoughts, when she heard the front door open, miles away (well, not exactly, just two floors of winding stairs and a long hall, but still), she didn’t even think to stop from looking toward the door.
She thought about it when Callum said her name.
Her body tensed but she looked toward him.
He was studying her closely again, eyes narrowed, brows drawn.
His ominous look.
Finally, he asked, “Did you hear that?”
Oh good goodness.
She’d forgotten to hide her gift. Her father told her never, never to forget.
She tried to cover. “Hear what?”
Callum answered instantly, “Regan and Ryon arriving.”
She stared at him.
She knew it was Regan and Ryon too, she could hear their voices and they were getting closer.
How did he –?
He interrupted her thoughts, “Answer me, Sonia, did you hear that?”
She didn’t have time to think about him hearing the arrival of his family. She still had to cover.
“Ryon and Regan are here?” she asked, tossing the throw aside and standing.
“You didn’t hear it?” he returned as he, too, stood and started toward her.
She considered running.
Instead, she lied, “No.” Then she cocked her head and went on lying, “Oh. I hear them now.”
Anyone would, they were coming up the stairs.
Callum stopped in front of her and looked down at her. “If you didn’t hear them, why did you turn your head the minute the front door opened?”