by Lexi Post
“Every word of it.” He didn’t smile. He needed her to know how much he thought of her.
Her hand in his moved to his cheek. Then she rose on her toes and kissed him. Her tongue provocatively traced his lips before urging him to open them.
He acquiesced and allowed her to take the lead, hoping with all his heart he wasn’t in another “zombie” state.
Her arms wrapped around his neck and she pressed her breasts into him. As her tongue grew more demanding, he tightened his hold and met her with a taste of his own passion.
Her hands fisted against his neck and a small moan from deep inside her reverberated inside his mouth. Suddenly, she pulled her lips away. “Make love to me, Duncan.”
Her words were the sweetest he’d ever heard in his entire existence. He couldn’t deny her if he wanted to, and he definitely didn’t want to. “Ach, Jess.” He pulled her mouth back to his and swept his tongue inside, intensifying what she’d started. He didn’t care that it wasn’t where and how he’d planned when he’d first met her. All he knew was he needed to connect with her, keep her with him, make her his.
He held her flush against him, her taste spurring his need even as her tart scent surrounded him like a warm cocoon. Her soft body melded to his, making him want to dive inside her, but she was far too precious for that. She needed to be unwrapped, like a special gift.
Jessica lifted the back of his t-shirt and burrowed her fingers beneath the waistband of his jeans.
His cock jumped as she moved one hand downward and grasped his ass.
He pulled his mouth from hers. “Lass, if ye dinna want to find yourself on your back in three seconds then ye’d best remove your hand from my arse.”
She shook her head. “No. I want to feel you everywhere. I want to touch all this raw muscle I’ve been daydreaming about.” Her eyes started to water. “I want to know one more moment of sheer pleasure in case I never can again.”
“Jess, I dinna’—”
Her finger on his lips silenced him. “No. We don’t know for sure. Let me pretend you care. Let me have this one slice of heaven.”
Blast. He did care, so much. His gut twisted at the thought that her last wish could be to lay with him. That this meant heaven to her, humbled him. He nodded against her finger.
“Good. Then get undressed.”
He widened his eyes, about to tell her they should take it slow, but she’d pulled her blouse over her head and dropped it on the ground. Her full breasts pushed against her bra, begging for release. He would be happy to release them.
“Duncan.” She moved toward him and pulled his t-shirt up.
“Aye, I can do it.” Her touch was sending fire to his cock. He reached behind him and pulled the shirt over his head.
“Oh wow.” She stared at him, her mouth open and her gaze fixed on his chest. Proudly, he remained still, beyond pleased she found him to her liking.
Chapter Eight
Jessica tried to close her mouth, but her brain just wouldn’t function. Duncan Montgomerie would no longer be Mr. Distraction. He’d just graduated to Mr. Obsession. No man she’d ever met had such a hard physique. No wonder the sleeves of his t-shirt were stretched to their limits. The man’s biceps were huge with those sexy veins running across them in all the right places, like his own skin could barely contain all that muscle. His pectorals were built, making his rounded chest appear too large for his slender waist. The six-pack of his abdominals was almost an eight-pack. And those developed Vs heading under his waistband had her drooling.
Oh gosh, she was drooling. She licked her lips to hide her reaction. He hovered there, letting her look, watching her. There was pride in his eyes, which he had a right to feel, but something else. Uncertainty?
That was crazy. What woman wouldn’t want him?
She cooled. What woman hadn’t had him was the better question. She should float away right now, but to what? She had nothing, and her future was too bleak to contemplate. This may be her last chance. Screw it. She didn’t care if she was half in love with him and he only saw her as a mentee. He agreed when she asked and she would take all he had to offer. If her heart was broken later, what did it matter if she was doomed to haunt the living as a ghost anyway?
She shuddered and Duncan’s brows lowered with concern. He really was sweet. “Are you going to take off your pants or do I need to help you?” Without shoes on, it wouldn’t be hard to do.
His eyes widened and a crooked grin quirked up his lips.
That’s the Duncan she wanted. The seducer. She needed him to make her forget, just for a brief time, what might await her.
He slowly undid his button and unzipped his zipper.
She pushed her skirt down and let it puddle on the ground as she floated up and out of it. When she looked at Duncan again he stood naked. Her blood heated. Even the light breeze buffeting the hilltop did nothing to cool her off.
Duncan’s thighs were full of muscle, which made a great backdrop to his rigid cock. She flushed, thrilled that he wanted her.
“Lass, did ye need help undressing?”
Duh, here she hung, gawking at him instead of stripping. It was strange to be on top of a hill in Scotland getting naked. At least none of the living were around. “Wait, what about Holly?”
He shook his head. “Jess, we both know, Holly will no’ leave Cameron’s side for an instant.”
“You’re right.” Relieved by the truth of his words, she reached behind her and unhooked her bra, then let it fall forward. She watched Duncan’s face and a titillating spark jolted through her body at the hunger in his eyes. Then, as gracefully as she could, she pulled down her slip and floated out of it.
Duncan’s face didn’t change and she wondered if he’d gone zombie on her again, but then his chest rose and he let out a heavy breath. Did that mean he liked what he saw?
Lastly, she stepped out of her panties and stood facing him, as naked as the day she was born.
Air whistled through his teeth. “Ach, ye are even more bonnie than my imaginings.”
His gaze was so intent and honest as it roamed over her, that it reminded her of all the lovely things he’d said about her earlier. That’s what had her asking him to make love to her. That and her uncertain future. She swallowed her emotions before speaking. “You imagined me?”
He floated toward her, his grin devilish. “Aye, many times. Would ye like me to tell ye how I envisioned myself inside of ye?”
She sucked in her breath. When Duncan turned on the charm, he made her feel like a candle thrown in a fireplace. If she’d been standing, her knees would have buckled. She licked her lips. “No, I would prefer you showed me.” Her voice came out almost desperate.
His grin faded as he took her face in both his hands. “It would be my pleasure.” He searched her eyes like he was looking for an answer to something that troubled him. “I promise it will be your pleasure too.” His seductive grin was back and she released the breath she didn’t realize she’d held.
Duncan pulled her glasses from her face. “Your eyes are too entrancing to be hidden behind these.”
“They are practical. This way I can see far away.”
He walked behind her head and played with the barrette that held her hair back. “Ye dinna need to see anything at all. Just feel.”
Oh, she felt all right. She felt hot and achy and needy, but she did want to see him, all of him.
His pine scent wafted around her and she breathed in. She loved his aroma. He managed to figure out her clip, and loosened her hair, its silky texture soft against her bare shoulders. His hands ran through it as if discovering hair for the first time. She heard him inhale then his exhale brushed the skin at the back of her neck and she trembled with wanting.
He finally drifted in front of her again. Just looking at him had her body humming.
Duncan pressed his lips to hers in the gentlest of kisses, not pushing, just tasting as if he were paying homage to some great Celtic priestess of old. She w
rapped her arms around his waist and melded her body to his. At the touch of phased skin to phased skin, she sighed into his mouth. Every inch of her body where they touched buzzed with warmth and pleasure.
At her move, Duncan’s hands on her head tightened, the only sign he felt what she felt, except for his hard cock pressing into her abdomen more firmly.
He cocked her head to kiss her jaw and then the spot beneath her ear that tickled. Unable to help herself, she lifted her shoulder to her ear, and he pulled his head away.
“Ye dinna like to be kissed there?” He looked so surprised she barely held in a giggle.
“I’m ticklish there.”
He raised one eyebrow. “Good to know.”
The very modern expression coming from him struck her as funny and she did chuckle.
Duncan wrapped his arms around her and squeezed. “Ach, Jess, ye make me happy.”
She grinned against his shoulder. “That’s not saying much. You’re always that way. Forever smiling and grinning and smirking and—”
He pulled back to look at her. “Aye, but ye make me deep down happy.”
Her heart took notice of his serious expression. “I’m glad.” They stared at each other, the moment too important for words. Then he pulled her tight against him again.
“Ye feel so good.”
She agreed, but didn’t think he needed to know. The man had to realize he was a chick magnet.
His hands stroked her back as if he was interested in every inch of her. She did the same to him, though she couldn’t reach half of it. The man had seriously broad shoulders.
When his hands found her butt cheeks and squeezed, her pussy moistened. Reactively, she tried to squeeze his hard ass, but she only succeeded in pressing herself tighter against him.
She felt his silent chuckle against her breasts, already sensitized by his rock-hard chest. He lowered his head to kiss her shoulder, staying far away from her ticklish spot.
She gave up on squeezing and simply enjoyed running her hands over his taut butt.
When Duncan’s hands grasped her waist and pushed her upward, she let go of his ass and grabbed his shoulders. His lips traveled across her collarbone to the base of her throat. She swallowed as his tongue licked at the tiny hollow there.
“You taste like honey.”
His words flowed through her even as he positioned her higher. His lips traveled down to the spot between her breasts and his tongue licked the sides of each. Shit, the man was such a tease. Her nipples were hard with anticipation, her folds swelling in preparation.
Duncan licked the underside of one breast, stopping to suck the full roundness. She tried to move downward, her nipples aching to be touched, but his grip was firm on her waist, his gentle strength far too much for her to challenge.
Even as that thought registered, her body tingled. He was in charge of her pleasure. She doubted she could find herself in better hands.
Duncan continued his licking and sucking, even pushing his large nose under her breast to nudge it up so he could kiss her there. When he lowered her, she silently sighed with relief.
But Duncan simply continued his travels around her breast, kissing his way to her areola, licking around her painfully hard nubs. “Please, Duncan.”
He pulled back and looked at her. “Please what? What would you like of me?”
Her throat closed. Did she really want to tell him what to do and when to do it? No. He had plenty of experience and she would bet money he knew more about what would make her toes curl than she did. The idea of giving up control completely to him made her limbs flood with heat. “It feels so good. I need more.”
He grinned, his look promising more than she anticipated and her stomach flipped.
“Aye, and that you’ll have.” When he lowered his head again, he immediately latched on to her right nipple and sucked.
She grabbed his head as tingles raced through every part of her body, her sheath tightening. Then his teeth caught her rock-hard nub and his tongue flicked against it. Sizzling pleasure shot from her breast to her core. She moaned.
Duncan pulled his head back, his teeth firmly locked around her nipple as he looked up at her. She closed her eyes, her folds filling with her juices, her body primed for him.
He opened his mouth and let go before licking the sensitive nub and sucking it hard.
Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around his waist, her need building fast.
But Duncan didn’t seem to be in any hurry. He moved his attention to her left breast and started over, gently sucking her nipple, then taking it between his teeth and teasing it, before pulling at it and letting go, only to lave it again and suck it hard.
Her hips moved of their own accord. Duncan’s cock head teasing her ass as she was too high to spear herself on it.
Then Duncan moved her higher. His lips tracing down her stomach, leaving kisses and nips on her hips, across her abdomen. Oh, wow, he was headed for her pussy. She unclasped her legs from around his body, floating freely in the place he wanted her.
His hands on her waist moved to her hips as he positioned her higher and pressed a kiss against the tiny spot of blonde hair on her mons.
“Spread your legs for me.” His voice lowered, turning deep. “I need to taste every part of you.”
Oh gosh, she must be in heaven. That she might be stuck with the living pushed through her heated thoughts and she ruthlessly shoved it away. She would enjoy this for all it was worth.
“Jess?”
She loved that he shortened her name when he totally focused on her. She spread her legs for him. The fact was, she loved too much about him, his caring, his smile, his sense of humor, even his arrogance.
Duncan repositioned his hands to hold her beneath her thighs, then he brought her to his face and his tongue shot out and flicked her clit.
She jerked as pure excitement spasmed across her groin. She loved his tongue. She must remember to add that to the list of what she loved about him.
That tongue began to explore her folds, licking between every one until it lapped up the juices seeping from her passage. She held on to his hair, loving her own weightlessness as he ate her, better than she’d imagined.
“Your taste is intoxicating.” He spoke against her entrance, vibrations from his voice hitting sensitive spots all over her pussy.
Then his hands grasped her harder and his tongue burrowed into her a bit at a time, moving in circles then pulling straight out and repeating it.
Her heartbeat kicked into overdrive, and though her hips moved against his hands, he kept her exactly where he wanted. A sudden swipe of his tongue, flat against her opening and up over her clit caught her by surprise. Her sheath clenched. “Oh yes.”
Duncan repeated the action, then pushed his tongue inside her before lapping it up over her clit.
Her breaths were short as zings of pleasure pinged through her every time he thrust and lapped. He groaned with his tongue inside her, pulling her against his face as if he couldn’t get enough.
Her body tightened, preparing. Duncan thrust and lapped again, then circled her clit, pushing it to and fro, its strength surprising her and flinging her closer to her orgasm.
Then he nibbled at her hard nub, his teeth scraping it lightly. Ecstasy crackled through her, splintering her into a thousand pieces of pure light. She floated in her euphoria, unaware of anything but the pleasure of satisfaction.
Then Duncan pulled her down and she opened her eyes. He wrapped her legs around him and held her against him. His own heart raced in his chest, matching hers, reassuring her they were still on the same plane.
His rigid cock against her stomach was proof enough that not only did he want her, but their lovemaking was far from over. He pulled her arms from around his neck. “Lie back.”
She did as he asked, her legs still wrapped around his waist as if she lay on a table. There were definitely advantages to making love while phased. They needed no bed or chair or even any muscle streng
th to make love. The positions they could get into were infinite.
He stared at her body. His fingertips tracing a trail of touch all over her skin, her ribs, her neck, her shoulders, her waist, her belly button. She watched his hands as they made their light trek across her body, almost as if he were memorizing every inch of her.
She glanced up at his face to find his brow furrowed. Something was wrong, but even if she asked, her gut told her he wouldn’t tell her. Then his fingers lightly brushed her nipples and she brought her gaze back to his touch. He held both breasts in his massive hands.
“A perfect handful.” He grinned at her, though the look didn’t quite reach his eyes. Something was going on in that brain of his and she resented it. She wanted all his attention.
She reached up and trailed a finger down the length of his cock. His fingers stilled on her hardened nubs even as he sucked in his breath.
“Ye are playing with fire, lass.”
It was her turn to grin. “I like fire. It’s bright, happy, lively, and all consuming.”
His gaze flew to hers at her last word and the fear and confusion in his eyes startled her. She lay her hand over his heart. “Duncan, is everything all right?”
He left her breasts and grasped her hand against him with one hand while the other spread over her heart. “Aye. Everything is fine.”
His look was far too serious for sexual play and she promised herself to enjoy him and not think about what it all meant beyond pleasure. She used her free hand to touch the top of his cock. The spot of pre-cum she swirled around the head reassured her he would want to continue.
His hand left her chest and grabbed her wrist. “I want to savor ye.”
“And I want you deep inside me right now.”
His eyes turned a dark blue at her words and his chest expanded with a deep breath. “Then we want the same things.” His voice came out low, almost guttural and her whole body tingled, recognizing their mutual need.
Duncan let go of her hands and pushed her away, but just far enough to lower his cock between her legs. He pulled her back a few inches and rubbed his tip against her clit.