Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 102731 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 514(@200wpm)___ 411(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102731 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 514(@200wpm)___ 411(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
Lewis grunted, lifted his head, but then crushed my mouth beneath his. It was hungry, but savoring. Like he was kissing me for the first time. I moaned and pulled at his hair tie. The silken strands fell free, and I wrapped my hands in his hair, holding his head to me, breathing in his kiss like it was everything I needed to survive.
Lewis slowed the kiss, nipping playfully at my lips, all the while he nudged his cock between my thighs. It was the quietest we’d ever been during sex. But it was perfect. We didn’t need words at that moment as he slid slowly inside me, filling me. We continued to kiss as he thrust gently, but as the pleasure grew, it became harder to catch our breaths. Our lips parted, our eyes locked. My fingers bit into his waist, as I panted against his mouth and lifted my hips to meet his gentle thrusts.
“Mo chridhe.” He glided in a little faster, a little harder as our orgasms started to build.
“Baby.” I clung to him, my hands moving to his arse again so I could feel his thrusts. So thick. So beautiful. So deep. “No one has ever been so deep inside me.”
His eyes flared with understanding and he slowed his glides again.
“Lewis?”
“Savoring it,” he huffed out. “Savoring every second inside you.”
It was torturous and beautiful, and I cupped his face in my hands as our hips moved in sync, not chasing climax this time, but enjoying the journey to it. Never in my life had I felt so connected to another person, and I could see that in Lewis’s eyes too.
When my orgasm hit, it was so big, it took me by surprise. But I held Lewis’s gaze as my inner muscles tightened around him and my body shuddered beneath his.
“Callie!” he gasped, tensing for a brief second before he groaned long and hard with his release.
He pulsed inside of me as he shivered through his orgasm, clutched in my tight heat as I continued to throb around him in little aftershocks.
“Fuck,” Lewis panted, breathless.
I soothed a hand down his back, staring up at him, experiencing the awe I saw reflected back in his eyes.
“How lucky are we?” I whispered softly, grateful more than ever after the sadness of the day to have him in my arms.
Emotion gleamed in Lewis’s eyes, and he bent his head to brush a soft kiss over my lips. “So lucky, mo chridhe. The luckiest.”
Thirty-Eight
CALLIE
TWO WEEKS LATER
Icouldn’t sleep.
Tomorrow Lewis and I were taking time off work to travel into Inverness for our gender scan. Knowing the sex of the wee peanut growing in my belly was going to make it even more real. My bump was still more of a swell, but Verity said that was perfectly normal at twenty-one weeks. Not everyone had an obvious bump at this stage and sometimes it took until the end of the second trimester for it to be noticeable.
Lewis had been working long hours on a project with his dad these past few weeks and between that and watching over me like a hawk, I knew he was exhausted emotionally too. I didn’t want to wake him as I’d lain in bed, staring at the ceiling, stomach churning with anticipation. So, I quietly slipped out and left a note for him that I’d be at the bakery.
I had a couple of new creations in mind to try out. There was one that was inspired by the Hungarian Esterházy torte, which was a cake made of layers of buttercream sandwiched between almond meringue. Mine consisted of hazelnut dacquoise and chocolate too. I wanted to recreate them into little miniature desserts topped with chocolate ribbons.
The Gloaming hadn’t shut its doors yet, so there was still a hum of noise spilling out from the building into the village as I drove past. Cars were parked out front and a few people still strolled down Castle Street.
I let myself into the bakery and began working on my version of the Esterházy. First, I wrote down everything swirling in my head into a coherent list and drew a picture of the dessert. Then I started finessing the idea on paper. Of course, I wouldn’t know for certain if the recipe worked until I baked it, but I had a good palate, so I had an idea of what would and would not work.
I was barely there twenty minutes when I heard the sound of rattling.
I jolted, pulse leaping as I turned and stared at the back door to the bakery. I locked it behind me, hadn’t I? The blinds were drawn on the window that overlooked the car park, but a shadow flickered behind it.
“Lewis?” I called.
There was silence.
And then the door rattled more fiercely.
My stomach dropped.
I didn’t even make it to my purse for my phone when the back door suddenly flew open and two strange men strode inside, closing it calmly behind them.