Page 58 of His to Keep
“Your birthday.”
“I wasn’t sure if it was the tenth of June already.”
“I could’ve gotten you something.” He turns to me finally, eyes clouded with something I wish I knew. When I smile, he shakes his head. “Don’t smile at me like that.”
“Like what?” Getting off the bed, I take a bold step toward him. He chews on his lip, looking worried the closer I get. “You could still give me a gift.”
One of his eyebrows lifts. “Like what?”
“A kiss.”
He stares at me for a moment before glancing at the bathroom door. Hearing the trickle of the shower, he takes a step toward me until he’s right there, looking down at me with eyes as blue as the brilliant sky outside. Lifting his hand, he twists a strand of my hair around his finger. “I might not be able to stop.”
Placing my hand flat against his cheek, he closes his eyes and leans into my palm. My heart skips a beat, and I dampen my lips with my tongue. “Kiss me.”
Closing the distance, his lips capture mine. My eyelids flutter closed, and I realize this kiss is strangely different from the rest. So intense that we both stumble back. Luckily, he falls into the chair, and I straddle him, sensation taking over sanity. My hips move back and forth, rubbing against his crotch. With one hand gripping my thigh, his other flicks my hair off my shoulder, and then his mouths on me, hot tongue gliding across my skin.
“You’re going to make me come in my pants,” he whispers as I continue rocking against him with my hands buried in his hair.
“Callum,” I moan, and his hand clamps down over my lips.
“Shhh,” he hushes me. “Keep moving.”
My panties are wet, the room hazy, every brush of my clit against him makes my body shudder and shake. He holds me tightly as my orgasm rips through me suddenly. Burying my head in his shoulder, he gasps when I bite into his shoulder. I wither and mewl until I’m nothing but a tingly mess afterward.
When I pull away, my head swaying, he sighs against my wet lips as he kisses me again. The shower switches off, and we both know we’ve only minutes before Maisie comes back.
“That was nice.”
He breathes a laugh. “Just nice?”
Smiling at him, he weirdly looks at me. Like he’s never seen me before. Becoming self-conscious, I touch my face. “Do I have something on my face?”
He shakes his head. “No, I just really like it when you smile.”
Something rips my chest, far worse than I’ve ever felt before. I’m falling for him even more, and it suddenly frightens me so much that I slip off his lap and step away. There’s a damp patch on his pants that he covers with his hand. Scrubbing his other down his face, he turns away from me. When Maisie comes out of the bathroom, he barges past her and goes inside.
Trying to hide my flush from her questioning stare, I sit on the bed.
How much further will I fall, and what if I don’t stop?
* * *
Penny bakeda chocolate cake for my birthday, which she puts in front of me before dinner is served. Nobody sings, which I’m glad for, as I awkwardly blow out the candles, deciding against making a wish. Father Aaron watches me closely, rubbing the stubble on his chin. Nothing is said as Penny dishes up our meals, and we eat in silence. Just as I take the last bite, Maisie straightens in her seat.
“My Lord?” My fork almost slips out of my hand. Father Aaron, who looks just as stunned as us that she’s speaking to himandaddressing him as he likes, stares at her warily. “I must tell you something—something I can no longer keep to myself.”
Callum shifts beside me as Father Aaron clears his voice. “What is it?”
Maisie bows her head, tears dripping down her face. She’s upset?
“He touched me,” she whispers, lifting her eyes and looking straight at Callum. With an angry glare, she points at him. “He touched my breasts, my Lord, while Ava slept in the same room!”
My mouth drops open, and John bursts out laughing. I turn to look at Callum, who rolls his eyes, his lip curling with disgust. “I didn’t touch her. She’s lying.”
“You did,” Maisie sobs, looking back at Father Aaron. “I told him to stop—but he said he’d hurt me if I didn’t let him.”
Callum slams his fist against the table, and I jolt. “I fucking didn’t!”