His Royal Hotness by Virna DePaul

Author:Virna DePaul [DePaul, Virna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Virna DePaul
Published: 2018-04-18T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

Molly

At long last, Molly knew who she was painting.

It had taken time and poking and prodding, and it had also taken more of herself than she’d wanted to give, but she’d found those eyes once again. She’d found Callum’s heart.

In the forest, every time he’d paused, she’d wanted to beg him to stop. It had been abundantly clear what he was saying was causing him pain, and she’d wanted nothing more than to not cause him pain. But he’d continued, and she’d felt his pain with him.

And at the end, as they’d lain together, she’d heard his heart beating in his chest and known it was the real him. His real heart.

They’d dressed slowly. Every time Callum managed to retie his kilt, Molly would hastily take off her bra again and leap into his waiting arms. Naked skin against naked skin was all she wanted. She’d be content never owning another shirt again. As the light started to fade between the trees, she’d finally zipped up her skirt. But there was Callum’s cock pressing against her ass, his kilt dropped suggestively in front of her still-exposed tits, his callused fingers undoing her zipper yet again.

“Wait, wait,” he’d said as a last ray of the setting sun filtered through the shifting clouds. He moved in front of her and held her still by the shoulders. “I haven’t seen your breasts in this light yet.” So he’d seen them, and then he’d devoured them.

Walking out of the forest took them ten times longer than walking into the forest, because every few steps they couldn’t stop themselves from drawing each other into a kiss or touching each other’s neck, waist, or cheek or studying each other’s eyes to make sure they hadn’t forgotten what they looked like. They met Mack outside and tried to keep to themselves in the back seat of the sedan on the way back to Floors Castle, but failed in every possible way. Flirtatious giggles weren’t muted. Quick kisses intended for only the brief moments before Mack looked in his rearview mirror went on and on. Callum couldn’t even wait until they were alone before sneaking his hand under Molly’s skirt and pinching her ass.

“Did you sleep well, Miss Rose?”

Shaken from her dreamy memories of the night before, Molly nervously glanced up from the canvas she’d been working on.

Isla, Callum’s mother, was staring at her.

“I’m sorry,” she smiled. “I was concentrating. What did you say?”

“Your sleep, Miss. Was it restful?”

“Oh, yes,” she answered politely, refusing to look at Callum as he sat in his normal spot across from her in the ballroom.

If his mother’s question elicited even the smallest smirk from him, Molly would blush immediately. A brief flash in his extraordinary green eyes would certainly make her ears burn bright red. If she didn’t want to give away her dirty thoughts about Isla’s son, she couldn’t even get a glimpse of his broad shoulders or his large hands held innocently in his lap.

“I’m glad to hear it,” Isla responded.

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