While I Breathe: The Veiðimenn Mob, Book One

Thirty-Three

Gasping, Ambrosia tensed up as she felt his hot breath ghost over the skin of her naked shoulder. Her heart beat a furious rhythm as he kissed her. "Callum, w-what are you doing?”

He growled hotly as his lips continued to ghost between her shoulder and the crook of her neck.

Ambrosia licked her suddenly dry lips before she turned to face him. She could hear the need in his voice and felt the strain of the bulge in his boxers pressing against her buttocks. His fingertips trailed down, over the swell of her breasts before stopping at her stomach. Turning her, he gently pinned her to the wall while giving her a searing kiss that made her toes curl.

He broke the kiss, grabbing her hand to lead her to the ensuite bathroom. He started the shower, stripping off his remaining clothing until he was in nothing but his naked glory.

Her heart was pounding in her chest as she stared at him, but not out of nervousness. She bit her lip, swallowing the saliva that formed at the sight of the well-defined muscularity that covered every inch of his body. Cord after luscious cord tensed and relaxed with every little movement as he readied the shower for them. Her breath hitched as she noticed how thick and hard the muscle between his legs was. Biting her lip hard to keep from groaning out loud, she dug her nails into the flesh of her palms and took a few deep breaths. Her mind wandered back to the last time he bedded her, her breaths came in needy pants as she realized just how hungry for intimacy she was.

Grasping her hand, he pulled her under the warm spray of water. She stared at him, wondering what he was going to do as he squirt some shampoo into his hand. She swallowed again as he turned her, gently lathering her hair with it. Moaning in contentment, she let him take care of her, revelling in the comforting, sweet way he was behaving.

He eyed the body wash on the corner shelf, noticing the swirling letters that read Sweet Cotton Candy, Callum shook his head with a twinkle lighting his brown orbs. He remembered seeing that same body wash in the bathroom at Justin’s several times. He’d opened it when he was in there alone, committing the scent to memory so he could always keep her in mind. “Why do you still use the same body wash?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she murmured nervously.

“Ambrosia, tell me the truth,” Callum pressed.

She moaned as his hands rubbed her shoulders, working away all the tension she was feeling. He was torturing her, but it was a good torture. It was one she wouldn’t mind submitting to over and over again. “Oh my God. Are you seriously not going to drop it?”

“No,” he answered with a humour-laced voice.

She growled sharply, “Fine! It’s because it reminded me of you. It still does. I mean, you always went on and on about how nice it smelled and how the scent made you feel at ease.”

Callum wanted to groan as the words washed over him. "I didn’t think something so trivial would be worth remembering.”

“It wasn’t trivial to me,” she replied softly. Once the conditioner was rinsed out, Ambrosia spoke again. “I wanted to ask you what you meant last night.”

He froze, knowing that the question was going to come up sooner or later. He didn’t really want to get all sentimental, but the least he could do was be honest. Callum sighed, “What about it?”

Ambrosia took the light blue loofah from him, and started washing slowly. She watched as the flame in his dark eyes burned brighter as he took in every sudsy stroke of her hands. Dipping her hands sensually between her breasts and down her stomach toward her aching core, she watched him watching her. She was enjoying teasing him, seeing him slowly lose what little control he had left. Admittedly, she loved the way he looked at her like she was the air he breathed.

“Let me rephrase my question. What did you mean last night when you said I made an impact on your life?” She asked calmly.

He reined in his desire for her as he rinsed his hair. Licking his lips, he thought about how to word everything so he didn’t sound like a needy asshole. “To be completely honest with you, when I was still a foster, I nearly lost all hope in there being any good people left in the world. You showed me how wrong I was, sticking with me thought the toughest time of my life when I thought I’d be alone in my struggles.”

She turned her back to him, blinking away the tears threatening to fall as he continued to explain. “I thought you were faking it just to get me to trust you, but you were sincere. I kept my distance at first because I wrongly assumed you were going to turn on me. I fell hard for you back then, and I still love you now. In fact, way back when we were separated, not even my father could get me out of my emotional and mental rut. Yet, somehow David understood that it was because I didn’t have you with me. It’s why I trusted him with being my second-in-command.”

“That, I can understand,” she whispered.

Suddenly, his powerful arms encircled her mid-section. Lifting her up, he pressed her back to the frosted glass walls of the shower stall. She instinctively locked her legs around his waist, her hands grabbing at his shoulders. His ears faintly caught her guttural moan of pleasure as she breathed his name.

He stared into her eyes, the browns reflecting the unspoken question as they almost automatically fell into a familiar, comfortable silence. She nodded as she felt his throbbing member pulse against her core.

Callum listened as she quietly cried out his name while he thrust into her. He gasped when her nails raked his back, leaving long, red trails as she dragged her fingertips over his flesh before wrapping her arms around him tightly. One hand grasped his head, pulling him in for a heady kiss.

“c*m for me, baby,” he coaxed. Her walls tightening seconds before he roared out her name as he emptied himself deep in her body. As he set her back to her feet, his hot breath fanning across her shower-dampened skin, he murmured: “I love you, Ambrosia. There’s only you, my angel.”

Shaking and panting, she still clung to him. She whimpered as the water rained down around them. “Please, don’t leave me, Cal. I lost you once, I don’t want to lose you again. I don’t want to say goodbye again when we’re just starting out. Please don’t make me regret my decision to come back into your life.”

Resting his head on her shoulder, he huffed a laugh “That would be torture for me, sweetheart. When I lost you the first time, I couldn’t eat or sleep. Losing you a second time might just kill me, Ambrosia. It wasn’t until Dave told me about you working in that hospital that I started feeling alive again. This is us starting over, Amber. I have a chance to make things right with you, with our son, and I can’t wait to give him a real family. This run around, at least, I have a chance to get to know your brother. I have to admit, he’s a truck load of fun, especially after you get a few shots into him and slip a taunt at the guys into the convo.”

“Did he ever tell you I was the reason he had to learn to fight?” She asked. When he nodded, she continued, “Well, he was the reason behind my sarcasm growing up. The more he taunted me, the more I verbally dished out the same s**t he threw my way.”

He chuckled softly when she sighed, relaxing against him. His mind wandered back to what his son said before he left them alone. “Sounds legit. So, about Phoenix’s demand?”

“What about it?” She asked as she met his dark stare, a instigative light dancing in her eyes.

He grinned, rubbing their noses together. He wiggled his brows, “Well, see, I’m more than happy to comply if you are.”

She snickered, “You know that it’s been nine years for me, right? Other than a battery-operated boyfriend, there’s been no one else.”

Callum chuckled, running his hands over her still-responsive body. “Yeah, it certainly felt like it, too. I love that I’m the only man you’ve ever had. I turned down so many others that only wanted my money, but you never cared about that. Even when we were kids messin’ around, you never gave a s**t about the millions in my account.”

Ambrosia tried to fight a grin, losing herself in the moment. She bit her lip seductively, batting her eyelashes. “You can’t take it with you when you die, so I don’t see the importance of money other than survival. Wanna go for round two?”

“Sure, then we can do round three, four… Maybe even round five. After that, we can take our son out for ice cream. That is, if you can walk by the time I'm done with you,” he replied as he turned off the water, and carried her out of the bathroom. “By the way, it’s about time I introduced you to my father’s friends. My Aunt Kat is on her way from Iceland with the family, too.”

“Cal,” she said pleadingly. “When did you know about this?”

“Last night, when we came home. I’m sorry, but it completely slipped my mind,” he replied. Tossing her onto to bed, he elicited a squealing giggle out of her. Joining her, his gaze that of a starving man who was just presented with an all-you-can-eat buffet. “Now, I do believe I was about to ravish that delectable body of yours.”