her eyes. She was wary of him, rightly so since the only thing his mind seemed focused on was ripping the slinky red dress from her body, spreading her open on the nearest available flat surface and finally being able to take his time in exploring the luscious curves of her body. Callum had spent eight months fantasizing about her body, the way she whimpered when he penetrated her and how mewling little cries escaped her mouth when she was about to come. Nothing could give him greater pleasure than finally being able to take his time with her, to look, see, touch and taste every inch of her, and he wasn’t sure he could focus a hundred percent on anything else until he had satisfied himself with her.
Samantha’s eyes burned with lustful curiosity, but no deceit or hidden agenda lay in those dark blue depths. What he could see were her peaked nipples rasping against the slinky red material of her dress. He felt his cock lengthen and tighten even more. He knew no amount of painful shifting would hide the iron rod lodged behind the fly of his tux.
Might as well wear it with pride , he decided.
Besides, her innocence in Bella’s plan, whatever it might be, was well worth the side benefits of having to stick close to her.
“I think we need to talk,” he rasped, surprised at the scratchiness in his throat. A moment of staring at this woman and he wanted to do a million wicked things to her, in front of most of her family, her parents and a quarter of the foundation’s rich, snobby donors.
He must be insane.
Callum gently grabbed Samantha’s arm, turned her so they exited the side doors and led them into the dark gardens. She laughed, the happy sound floating around him
and only making him want to hear if she would laugh differently in the throes of passion. “No one has ever accused you of being shy or hesitant, have they, Callum?”
He smiled, “Not a chance, baby. I am known for my directness.”
“I’m beginning to believe it,” she replied, looking at him and making his mind all fuzzy.
Every thought except for kissing her senseless flew from his mind. As he led her outside, they walked in step. He knew no matter what that he would enjoy working with this wonderfully sassy, beautiful woman.
Chapter Four
Samantha smiled in the darkness as the sounds of the gala dinner grew dimmer and dimmer. She hadn’t bothered to fight Callum when he had insisted on this walk. They needed to talk and she didn’t want to spoil the dinner for herself by having to think too much about what needed to be said.
Her mind wanted to do one thing, her body another. And while this impressive debate raged within herself, she also tried to keep uppermost in mind that she was supposed to be asking intelligent questions about the two lost cubs and trying to find if Callum had had anything to do with it.
And so, in the split second she had been given to decide whether or not to “follow”
Callum out here, she had decided to spend a few minutes privately out here in the darkness of the garden, the scent of the earth, wind and trees around her, rather than spend half the night stewing in her own doubts and questions. When the music from the ballroom was just a faint sound, barely heard, and the night wind whispered softly between them both, both she and Callum halted beneath the leafy branches of a tree.
“You should be arrested for wearing such a dress,” he said softly, roughly. Samantha laughed.
“Not even my father could get me for public indecency in this dress. Besides, it’s positively chaste and Victorian compared to what some of our guests are wearing.”
“Those Victorians were a rather sexually enlightened group, Sammi, darling.”
Callum replied with a wicked grin and an evil twinkle in his eye. “Besides, I don’t feel the overwhelming urge to strip anyone else I’ve seen tonight, baby. Only you.”
Samantha shivered as he said her name with such an intimate familiarity. A part of her felt like they had