by Anna Durand
She rolled her eyes. "You sure are obsessed with sex."
"No," I said silkily, slipping my free hand into her soft hair, tipping her head back at the perfect angle for a deep kiss, "ahmno obsessed with sex. Ahm obsessed with your body."
Her eyes flared wide for a heartbeat, then narrowed as she puckered her lips in a half-hearted attempt to seem irritated. "Sex is a bad — "
I silenced her overused excuse by covering her mouth with mine. Her lips remained tight, her body tense, until I flicked my tongue out to tease the seam of her mouth. She exhaled a long sigh, her body softening, and opened fully to me. I seized the advantage, delving into her sweet mouth, and raked my tongue over hers again and again, urging her to respond, demanding she respond. She breathed out a soft moan and coiled her tongue around mine. We devoured each other without reservation, thrust for thrust, glide for glide, not relenting until we'd lost our breaths and had to stop to inhale oxygen.
The faint blush on her cheeks made me smile.
With one finger, I traced the line of her jaw. "You are beautiful when you're aroused."
"But not any other time?" she said between quick breaths.
"Always." I splayed my fingertips over her mouth. "You, Rae Everhart, are the most beautiful woman in the world, whether you're clean and fresh from a shower or sweaty and covered with sheep shit."
She glanced down at herself. "Please tell me I don't have sh — manure on me right now."
"Ye don't." I crooked a finger under her chin and compelled her to look up at me. "Why do you work so hard not to curse? If you want to do it, go on. I don't mind."
"Let go of me and I'll tell you."
I considered not letting go, since I enjoyed holding her body against mine, but I wanted to know the answer to my question. With a sigh, I unhanded her.
Rae took a step back and straightened her shirt. "I taught myself not to swear so I would set a good example for my daughter. If I have a foul mouth, how can I tell her not to swear? It's a necessity, not a hang-up." Her mouth twisted into a sardonic half frown. "You should the things I say I my head."
"Love to hear them." I scratched my chin. "I understand why you watch your tongue around your daughter, but you and I are alone here. Curse like a sailor, I donnae care."
She glanced around as if checking for eavesdroppers.
"Afraid of corrupting the sheep with your foul language?" I asked.
"No, I…" She hunched her shoulders. "I've never slipped up before, like I keep doing when I'm around you. Almost swearing, barely catching myself." She grinned with impish glee. "Guess you make me want to curse like a sailor."
"Hmm." I moved closer to cup her cheek. "You know I'm not easily offended. I curse all the time, in several languages. You have my permission to stop censoring yourself."
"Well, okay then." She straightened. "This bitch is going into the fucking house to have a goddamn snack. Are you joining, asshole?"
I laughed. So hard my sides hurt.
Rae laughed too, more softly. "Happy now?"
"Aye, I'm glad you stopped holding back. But I'm not certain 'asshole' is the label I want you to give me." I tapped the tip of her nose. "Something sexier would be my preference. With a keen mind like yours, I have no doubt you could talk dirty with the best of them."
"If I ever talk dirty, it will be with you. Only you."
Only me? I liked that. A good sign, for certain.
Rae seemed to realize what she'd said, and a blush crept up her cheeks.
I tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "I look forward to hearing everything you want to say to me."
"Didn't mean — Oh to hell with it. Think what you want."
She whirled around and hurried out of the barn.
I trailed behind her, admiring her bonnie erse.
Fifteen minutes later, after consuming a snack of graham crackers with melted marshmallows and chocolate sandwiched between them, Rae and I moved into the hallway to go our separate ways. She had planned on going upstairs to her office, but the way she kept licking her lips suggested she wanted something else, something more decadent than the s'mores we'd shared.
I ran a finger over her lower lip. "Wouldn't ye rather relax on the sofa with me for a bit?"
Her breasts rose and fell with labored breaths. Her eyes shimmered, the pupils large. "Yes."
We settled onto the sofa side by side a moment later, but relaxing wasn't what either of us wanted. We kissed. Deeply and slowly. Groping and fondling. Rae wound up straddling my lap, and I wound up kneading her bottom, hungry for everything her body offered.
I broke the kiss, lifting her off my lap to set her down beside me.
She blinked rapidly, her lips parted and swollen from our ardor. "Why did you stop?"
"Because I'm on the edge here, Rae." I sat forward, my cock throbbing for her. "Unless you want to have sex here and now, I need to leave the room." I turned my head to look at her over my shoulder. "Are you ready?"
"I — don't know."
"Then I'll go." I rose and glanced down at her. "I'll be in the shower."
A very, very cold shower. Not that cold ever eased my lust, especially not for her. But at least the shower would give me time to come down from the high she gave me.
I kissed the top of her head and stalked to the bathroom.
*****
Rae
Ten minutes after Iain announced he was taking a shower, I gave up on TV and headed down the hall toward my bedroom. Might as well get some sleep — or try to. After what he'd done to me last night, and the way we'd made out on the sofa, I doubted sleep would welcome me with open arms tonight. If and when I did drift off, I had no doubts I'd dream of the erotic man sleeping upstairs.
Iain had asked if I was ready for sex. In that moment, I wanted him more than I'd ever wanted any man, even more than I'd wanted him years ago. My body urged me to say yes, but my head insisted on staying calm and rational. Sort of. I hated my rational brain right now. Kissing Iain made me so hot and wet I longed to succumb to my lust. Just this once. Be reckless. Who would ever know?
After changing into my nightie, I cracked my bedroom door open to check if Iain had left the bathroom yet. My teeth needed brushing. Yeah, that was the reason for my voyeurism. Not that I was hoping for a glimpse of Iain in the buff. The man loved to mosey around the house naked.
The bathroom door hung wide open, and light spilled out across the wood floor in the hallway and the wall on the other side. I didn't hear the shower running, so maybe he'd forgotten to turn off the light.
I padded to the bathroom door, turned, and froze.
My heart thudded. A delicious tingle swept through my body, tightening my nipples.
There he stood, drying his hair with a towel, eyes shut, completely nude.
I stopped breathing. The soft-white bulbs in the bathroom bathed his naked body in their warm glow, the light glistening on the droplets of water that sheathed his skin. I stared in dumb awe at the bead rolling down his chest between his pecs. It followed the center of his torso down to the trail of hairs that pointed straight to his cock. The water droplet stalled there, clinging to the hairs. His penis hung between his thighs, impressive even when not hardened by desire.
Yesterday, I'd seen Iain naked from behind. But only once before had I witnessed him nude from the front. The night we'd made love.
The night I'd realized how much I loved him.
Even as I let my gaze roam over the sight of Iain nude here in the present, my thoughts spiraled backward in time to that other night. It had been beautiful. Tender. Perfect.
Or so I'd thought. Admiring him tonight — appreciating the new-and-improved version of Iain, with harder, more powerful muscles and an even hotter sensuality he exuded from every inch of his incredible body — I knew sex with him now would prove far more pleasurable than I could imagine.
And I could imagine a hell of a lot.
"You're staring
at me like you want to be fucked."
His voice, that deep and erotic rumble, snapped my attention to his face. I blinked rapidly, caught in a dual dilemma — ensnared by memories of our first and only night together, and virtually panting at the sight of present-day Iain.
Something fluttered over my chest. I glanced down to discover my hand rested between my breasts and my fingers fluttered over my thin nightie, teasing my skin with a feathery sensation. I cleared my throat, lowered my hand, and tried to appear unaffected by his nakedness. My mouth literally watered at the sight of him. Christ, I was too old to be drooling over him like a teenager.
"Well?" he said, smirking. "Do ye want to be fucked, gràidh?"
"Maybe I do," I said, "but I don't give in to every passing urge."
"Passing urge?" He chuckled, and the vibrations sent droplets drizzling down his chest. "You stare like that when I've got my clothes on too."
Yeah, I couldn't deny that, though my obsession with his body had skyrocketed into unabashed lust the second I spied him standing there, wet and naked. I could walk over there and lick every drop off his skin one by one, working my way down to that impressive cock.
"Now you're licking your lips like ye want to devour me," he said, his voice smokier to match the look of hunger on his face. "Ahm wanting to taste you too."
"It's a b — " Bad idea, I'd meant to say, but I couldn't finish the sentence. For two days, I'd told him repeatedly sex would be a bad idea. Faced with the very real possibility of us getting it on within the next thirty seconds, I could no longer deny how much I wanted this. With him. Only him.
His attention flew to my breasts, his lips parted, and he ran his tongue over his bottom lip. "Ahm starved for those wee nipples. If ye donnae come here, ahm going over there to suck on them."
I glanced down. My nipples jutted through my nightie, so stiff the slightest movement brushed the fabric over them with exciting effect. "I should go to bed."
"Aye, with me."
Our gazes intersected, pulled together as if magnetized to each other. With his hair damp and tousled, his body relaxed, he was the most tempting thing I'd ever laid eyes on.
He dropped the towel. It slumped to the floor. "What do you want, Rae?"
Good question. I couldn't claim to not know the answer, though. I wanted him. This was crazy and reckless, and I should not give in to the urge, passing or not.
Why shouldn't you? a naughty little voice whispered in my mind. We were both adults, both free of commitments to anyone else. He would leave Saturday. In the meantime, why shouldn't I take advantage of the chance to explore this attraction between us? I wouldn't fall in love with him. Just sex, nothing more. Purely grown-up fun to satisfy my curiosity. After one night, two or three at most, I'd get him out of my system.
Uh-huh, sure.
After thirteen years apart, I hadn't gotten him out of my system.
"You've got about three seconds," Iain said, his voice rough with a need that made my body tingle in the most wonderful ways, "before I walk over there and show you what I want. Make up your mind, lass."
The naughty part of me won the argument.
I sashayed across the bathroom and splayed my palms on his damp chest. Angling my head back, I leaned in as I gazed into his pale eyes. "I want you."
"You're sure? Because I mean to take ye to the nearest bed and defile yer sweet body for the rest of the night."
"Defile away." I pressed my body into his, the wetness on his skin moistening my clothes, pasting my nightie to my torso. "I'm sick of pretending I don't want this. I do. We're adults, and we can do whatever the hell we want."
I dragged one hand down his body, my fingers still spread wide, relishing the way his breaths shortened and his chest began to heave. His dick swelled while I explored his body. My palm on his chest roved in slow circles while my other hand glided onto his thigh. I slid that hand to his inner thigh, careful to avoid his growing erection for now. I had plans for that glorious cock. It was thick and veined, curving up less than when he was younger but no less enticing.
"Rae…" He hissed in a breath when I took his sack in my hand and tugged. "Ah God, woman."
I dropped to my knees, his shaft in my face. A bead of moisture clung to the head, and I couldn't resist lapping it up. His choked groan encouraged me, so I dragged my tongue up his inner thigh, nipping along the way, while I scraped the nails of my other hand down the inside of his other leg. I licked and cupped his balls until he groaned loudly and threw his head back. I'd grown so hot and slick, and my nipples had grown so stiff and achy, I couldn't wait a second longer.
With one hand, I gripped the base of his shaft and pumped slowly. His flesh was smooth except for those veins, and I closed my mouth around his head, buffering my teeth with my lips.
He thrust a hand into my hair, his breaths labored.
"Mmm," I moaned. "Gotta taste your cock, Iain. I want you to come in my mouth, and I can tell you want it too."
"Aye, but — "
He let out another choked sound as I took him into my mouth, sucking and licking while my other hand worked his cock from the base. He gently rocked his hips toward me every time I took him deeper. I kneaded his inner thigh, then glided my hand up to scrape my nails in the hairs on his lower belly.
His hand in my hair tensed. His balls retracted, a sure sign he was close.
Iain stumbled backward a step, pulling his dick out of my mouth.
"What's wrong?" I asked, gazing up at him from my kneeling position.
"Get up," he growled. "If ye make me come, I'll have to wait to fuck ye, and I cannae wait a second longer."
I'd thought those exact words. He needed this as much as I did, and so I obeyed his command. I rose and shed my nightie, moving closer, our bodies inches apart. "Maybe next time you'll let me finish. I'd love to have your flavor in my mouth."
"Christ, Rae, I had no idea you're so…dirty."
"Not twenty-two anymore, remember?" I leaned in as close as possible without touching him. "You wanted me to talk dirty."
"Aye, and I love it." He slung an arm around my waist, tugging me tighter into his body, and closed his other hand around my ass. "Still think I was overconfident to bring two boxes of condoms?"
I grinned. "Not at all. You were right, I want to be fucked. I need it. I need you inside me, that thick, hard cock filling me up and making me so wet for you."
"Yer wonderful, Rae."
His mouth descended on mine, his lips warm and soft. The kiss began tenderly, our lips exploring each other, but swiftly the kiss heated up until our tongues were tangling and our hands were groping. I made soft grunts every time he plunged his tongue deep and plowed my fingers into his wet hair, twining my fingers in the locks, dragging him closer. Both his hands grasped my ass, lifting up to elevate the heels of my bare feet off the floor.
A groan resonated in his chest.
I swung a leg up to hook it around his hip.
He hefted me higher, encouraging me to raise my other leg, and I latched my ankles behind his taut ass. His arms whisked up to my back, clasping me to him, just as my arms wrapped around his neck with my hands still buried in his lush hair.
Iain rushed forward until my back slapped into the wall.
And we never stopped kissing.
Naked, mashed between his body and the wall, I threw my head back and rolled my hips into his rigid cock. Its length rubbed along my cleft. Breathing hard, I glanced down and almost came right then and there. His shaft was glistening with my juices, the tip red and peeking out between my folds. The sensation of his cock nestled against my sex pulsated through me like a warm-up orgasm.
"Don't come yet," he hissed. "Not till ahm ready for ye to."
Another pulse of pleasure unfurled inside me. "Don't say things like that if you don't want me to go off. Probably shouldn't tell you this, but your overconfidence gets me so hot."
He growled. Like an animal. Like a bea
st about to consume me.
Panting, I clung to him, so close to the edge I couldn't stand it. "Hurry up, I can't hold on — "
Iain set me down, knelt in front of me, and lifted one of my knees to hook it over his shoulder. "Donnae worry, ahmno the sort to leave a lass hanging."
His mouth kinked into the sexiest smirk I'd ever seen.
Iain slanted forward until his mouth hovered a breath away from my clitoris. He stretched out his tongue and lapped at the rigid nub, his pace leisurely but his movements infused with a purpose and determination that jacked up my arousal to the point of pain. The instant he sealed his mouth around my clit, I came with a strangled whimper. My back flattened into the wall as my body went rigid, every muscle frozen except for the ones pulsating inside me. The feel of every spasm inside my empty womb made me crave him even more, despite the fantastic release he'd given me.
He kept suckling me, licking me, until at last I fell limp against the wall, gasping for air, held up by my leg slung over his shoulder.
"Sorry," I said. "Couldn't stop it."
"Donnae be sorry." He eased my knee off his shoulder and rose, locking his arms around my waist. "I wanted ye to come under my mouth. And ahm…awestruck by yer passion."
"Awestruck? Oh, come on. Don't feed me cheesy lines."
"No cheese, and it's not a line." He scooped me up in his arms. "It's the truth."
I linked my hands at his nape, feeling a bit awestruck myself. He meant everything he said. Iain would not lie to me.
Did that mean I trusted him?
He carried me down the hall to his bedroom, and I knew one thing for certain.
I wouldn't have time to think about anything because this man was about to ravish me for hours and hours.
Chapter Ten
Iain
As I lay her down on the bed, amid the covers she'd already pulled back, I marveled at this sudden turn of events. I'd hoped to have her soon, but she kept telling me it was a bad idea. If I'd known all I had to do was take a shower and leave the door open, I wouldn't done it two nights ago. This was better, though. She'd made the decision. I hadn't pushed her to want this. She wanted it because she wanted me.