Their Virgin Mistress (Masters of Ménage #7)(27)

Callum didn't wait another second before diving deep into their kiss again. His hands roved over her body, tracing the curve of her waist, cupping the swell of her ass. Restlessly, he smoothed his fingers up the line of her spine, over her shoulders-then began again, each time skimming closer to her breasts.

They ached for his attention. She moaned in need.

"I want you, Tori." The words rumbled across her skin as he left her lips and started kissing her cheek, her ear, down to her neck. "You want me, too."

She let her head fall back. She would stop him in a moment. Just a little bit longer. She could have a few more minutes before reality intruded. In these stolen moments, she would pretend there weren't a million reasons they shouldn't be together and that this closeness could last in the real world. For these few seconds, she could fool herself that Oliver and Rory hovered nearby, aching with need and lust, to put their hands on her, too.

Suddenly, Callum lifted her onto the conference table, settling her on the glossy wooden surface. He shoved her dress up around her hips and stepped between her legs. Then he took her face in his hands and looked at her as if he could barely wait to unleash all his pent-up lust on her. At his sizzling expression, pure heat coursed through her, sparking down between her thighs.

She needed to stop this.

But when he kissed her again, instead of pushing him away, she latched onto him, arms around his waist, and tilted her head back to give him unfettered access.

With a growl, he delved into her mouth again, possessing and devouring, while he slipped a hand inside her bodice and cupped her breast, thumbing her sensitive nipple.

Tori's breath caught, then she groaned.

"You feel so good, love. I've never wanted anyone the way I want you," he murmured against her lips. "Let me make you feel good, too."

"We can't do this," she managed to say.

Tori was well aware her actions didn't match, but she couldn't stop herself from pulling him closer when she should have pushed him away.

"Not here, anyway." He pinched her left nipple and gave it a sharp pull.

The sensation startled her, penetrated her. Her breast swelled against his hand as though asking for another tug. That little bite of pain had her panting.

"Just let me touch you now." He stroked his way from her breast to her thigh, curling her leg over his hip. "Let me show you how good it's going to be between us. It will be my punishment for tricking you into the dress. You'll know all night that I'm aching and hard for you. After your pleasure, we'll return to the ball, and I'll keep your secret from my brothers. We'll do nothing else until you're ready, but let me have this moment with you, Tori."



       
         
       
        

She nodded before she could think twice. What would it really hurt? With her heart pounding and her body poised, she felt so close to something she wanted so badly. Yes, she'd experienced orgasm … but not one given by another person. She ached to know that sensation, why Piper glowed when her husbands entered the room. No one ever had to know. She could keep her heart intact. And when she returned to Texas at the end of her contract, she would have a special memory of them together.

Callum moved quickly, pushing her skirt up higher. Then he dropped his hand right over that spot, barely covered by her lacy undies. "You're so wet."

She hadn't realized that. "Sorry."

He groaned and slipped his fingers under the elastic, directly over her flesh. "Don't be. That's all for me. If I had time, I would get on my knees and lick up all that cream. Would you like that? Would you like my tongue in your pussy?"

She didn't know from experience, but if he did so with the same gusto and finesse with which he kissed, Tori bet having his mouth down there would feel divine. "Yes."

"Good, because eventually we'll get to that. We'll get to all of it."

She couldn't breathe. He dragged a single finger up her thigh, over her labia, before finding her clit and rubbing in soft circles. Tingles and heat rushed her. Sure, she'd touched herself, but experiencing a man's deft fingers made it different. Callum's hand was huge and deliciously callused. So masculine. She spread her legs, wanting more of him.

"There's something you haven't asked about," he whispered in her ear as his thumb kept up the decadent torture. His fingers played at the entrance to her sex.

Tori could barely maintain her train of thought. "What?"

Was that her voice? She sounded so breathy and come-hither, like a vixen capable of tempting a man to insanity. Tori had never imagined she could sound so seductive. She liked it.