Page 102 of Poison and Wine
My heartbeat accelerated in my chest. Did I want him to touch me? Considering how long we’d been married, he’d been more than patient with me. Although I didn’t think I was ready to fully consummate our union, it couldn’t hurt to give in a little.
With my gaze locked on his, I took two steps back from him. My shaky fingers came to the sash on my robe. I loosened it, baring my breasts.. Need flashed in Callum’s eyes at the sight of my bare breasts, but he didn’t make a move. “Will you touch me?” I asked.
A strangled noise came from deep within Callum’s chest. “Fuck, Kitten, I thought you’d never ask.”
To my surprise, he didn’t immediately go for my breasts. Instead, he cupped my face, brushing his thumbs across my jawline. A reverent look entered his eyes. “For all my sins, I should never have been blessed with such beauty.”
My chest heaved under his words and the sincerity with which he said them. “You flatter me,” I said softly.
As his hands trailed down my neck, he shook his head. “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.”
A shiver ran down my spine as fingers slid along my collarbone with feather soft touches. I sucked in a breath when his hands dipped down my breastbone to tease along the tops of my breasts. My nipples peaked in anticipation as an ache began to grow between my legs.
Sensing my reaction, Callum’s gaze dipped from mine to my breasts. “When Seamus showed me your pictures, the first thing I thought was what a waste of a body on a nun.”
I playfully smacked his bicep. “My body has nothing to do with my faith or my desire to serve.”
A smirk curved his lips. “Your body has everything to do with serving me.”
“Keep talking like a caveman, and you’ll be back to serving yourself,” I countered.
With a chuckle, Callum nipped my bottom lip with his teeth before bringing both hands to my breasts. At my whimper, his amusement continued to rumble through his broad chest. His calloused fingers weighed and squeezed my hyper sensitive flesh, causing the inferno between my thighs to grow. When he pinched my nipples, I moaned–my fingers pressing into his muscled forearms.
Surprise flooded me with Callum's groan. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to touch these.”
“Is now when you ruin the moment by telling me I have a fabulous rack?”
He snorted. “I was thinking more of a fabulous pair of tits, but I can live with rack.”
At my huff of disgust, he twisted both nipples, which sent a shocking jolt of pleasure through me. My huff turned into a pant of need. “As much as I’ve wanted to touch them, I’ve wanted to do this more,” Callum murmured.
When his mouth closed over my nipple, a moan rippled through me. As his tongue swirled around the hardened tip, I jerked my fingers through the strands of his hair. “Mm, Callum,” I murmured.
“Do you like that, Kitten?” he questioned, his breath warming my aching breast.
“Yes,” I murmured.
He kissed a wet trail over to my other breast. As he suckled and teased my nipple, I feared my nails were going to leave marks on his arms.
“Callum, please,” I panted as I scissored my legs to ease the ache.
“Please what, Kitten?”
“I need…” I licked my lips. “More.”
“You want my fingers or my mouth.”
A flush of embarrassment entered my cheeks. When I didn’t answer, he kissed back up my chest to meet my mouth. After a moment of our tongues battling together, he pulled away to surmise me with eyes hazy with lust. “Do you need my fingers here?” At the touch of him at my center, my hips bucked involuntarily. “I would say that’s a yes,” he replied with amusement.
I realized at that moment he was still fully dressed while I was practically naked from the waist up. When he reached for me, I placed my hand on his chest. “Take your clothes off.”
“My pleasure,” he practically purred.
Like a barbarian, he ripped open his shirt, scattering buttons along the floor. Although it was incredibly sexy, I rolled my eyes. “Did you have to ruin your shirt?”
He flashed me a wicked grin. “Surely you can’t fault a man for obeying his wife?”
“Is that what you were doing?”