Lucky 7 Brazen Bachelors Contemporary Romance Boxed Set

by Caridad Piñeiro

  “Even with this ugly eye?”

  “There’s no part of you that’s ugly.” He tenderly kissed her bruised eye and cheek. The rush of his breath on her skin felt wonderful. “I wish I’d taken that hit, not you,” he said gruffly.

  “Thank you,” she murmured as his lips trailed along her neck. Gooseflesh followed everywhere his lips touched. “Ooh,” she couldn’t help moaning.

  Captivated by the feel of Cameron’s hand playing with her hair, she sighed and gazed into his smoky green eyes.

  “Make your wish, Angel.”

  She closed her eyes at his quiet command. “I wish to return here someday.” With you, she added silently, her heart expanding with longing.

  “I second your wish.” His mouth slanted over hers with just the right pressure until her lips parted. He lingered over the kiss, his lips and tongue tasting, teasing, nibbling until her knees buckled and she gripped his solid biceps for support.

  A crackle of electricity passed between them. “There’s magic in these hills, Hunter,” she said as his warmth seeped into her, making her feel fused to him.

  Cameron’s strong arms went around her and she went still, vividly aware of his hard arousal pressed against her. He smelled of soap and sunshine, and she wanted to slide her hands under his shirt to stroke his hard-muscled back. His solid warmth surrounded her as her breath came in quick puffs.

  One broad hand descended to caress her buttocks as his other hand stroked the silky hair at her nape while he kissed her earlobe. She squirmed under his intimate touch as desire pooled in her feminine core like warm honey.

  His eyes glowed, the irises darkening to the color of pine leaves. He watched her like a hunter marking his prey. “I want you,” he said on a ragged breath as his hand squeezed her buttock.

  He intended to make love to her. The realization stoked such arousal Evie could barely breathe. Hot, pulsating lust seeped into her veins as she moaned softly.

  “Before we leave Skye, I want to show you a place that means the world to me.”

  She had no idea where Cameron intended to take her, but at the moment, she’d go anywhere with him. “I want to see it. Take me,” Evie said in a breathy tone, boldly aware of the innuendo.

  “That’s exactly what I intend to do, Angel,” he murmured, his tone deep and erotic. “I’m going to take you with great pleasure.”

  Evie went pliant in his arms. She couldn’t think, couldn’t speak, couldn’t move as the sweet spot between her thighs pulsated with sensual hunger.

  Heart Hunter: Chapter Eleven

  Cameron was determined to complete the tour of his distillery before making love to Evie, but it was a tough call. He wanted her now. Hell, he’d wanted her from the moment he saw her in the backless dress before the wedding.

  On the ride over from the Faerie Glen, they’d talked about many things. She was an interesting conversationalist and an avid listener, encouraging him to share things he’d never shared with anyone. But in spite of all that good conversation, he couldn’t think of anything else but shagging her sweet body until she was limp with pleasure.

  “I had no idea what a whisky distillery looks like,” Evie said, cutting into his lustful thoughts. She inhaled deeply. “What is that smoky scent? I like it.”

  “Peat. We burn it and then add some to the barley for the distinctive smoky taste. See those barrels?” He pointed toward rows of vast oak barrels. “They’re made of oak trees brought in from Northern Spain.”

  A tiny crease appeared between her delicate brows. “Why Northern Spain?”

  “Spanish oak adds a distinct color, aroma and flavor. We don’t cut corners on anything. Every drop of Hunter Whisky must be the finest we can offer. My family has been in the business of whisky distilling excellence since 1835,” he said with intense pride.

  Evie’s heart-shaped face lit up. “I can relate to that. We haven’t been in the business nearly that long,” she said with a smile, “but Kate and I strive to offer the finest to our clients too. I’m excited to get started on our next design campaign.”

  She strolled through the still, gazing at the variety of casks in all shapes and sizes. Stopping before an oak hogshead barrel, she slid her hand across the top. Her pale hand looked soft and dainty resting on the massive barrel. “So smooth and sturdy. No wonder your golden whisky tastes so good.”

  “Aye. It matures gently and slowly in those casks,” he said, joining her at the barrel.

  She gazed at him with limpid eyes the color of spring hyacinths. Her small, pink tongue wet her lush lower lip and Cameron’s swollen cock stirred. He lifted her to sit on the barrel, her legs and feet dangling above the floor. Gently nudging her legs apart, he stepped between them and his hands bracketed the ripe swell of her hips below her small waist. He leaned forward and caught her velvety lips in a deep, probing kiss, his tongue imitating what he wanted to do to her. Evie moaned into his mouth and thrust her fingers in his hair.

  “I can’t wait any longer, Angel. I’ve wanted to do this all day.” He rucked up her long skirt and stroked the satiny skin of her supple inner thighs.

  She grasped his head and arched her back. A sharp intake of breath preceded her husky, “Yes, take me.”

  Cameron withdrew a condom and unzipped his jeans.

  “But please go slowly. It’s been a long while…” She trailed off and blinked rapidly as he dragged her panties down her legs and stuffed the wisp of lace in his pocket. His fingertips lightly stroked her delicate folds and the tiny bud within. Her sex blossomed beneath his hand like a dewy flower, slippery wet and delectably swollen.

  Sweat beaded Cameron’s forehead as he put on the condom. She would be very tight, nearly virginal. A wave of tenderness gentled his raw lust and he moved slowly, even though he craved a vigorous shagging. He unbuttoned her blouse and kissed one pink nipple. It tightened instantly as he teased the tender bud with his tongue before giving it a quick suck. She frantically channeled her fingers in his thick hair and arched her back. Like a greedy marauder, he took her other nipple in his mouth. The pad of his tongue flicked the peak a few times, and then he sucked deeply.

  A raw, shuddering moan escaped her as he continued to caress her moist bud. Sliding a tentative finger inside her tight sheath, he smiled when she clenched around it with a shuddering moan. He clasped her round buttocks and lifted her, loving the way they fit neatly in the palms of his hands. Her legs immediately wrapped around his waist and her arms clutched his neck as he eased inside her, inch by inch, patiently waiting for her to adjust to his size. “That’s right, Angel, take it. Take it all in,” he urged, kissing her soft neck before giving it a gentle nip.

  Evie’s heavy-lidded eyes sprang open and her breath quickened as he began to thrust inside her, slowly and deeply, each stroke eliciting throaty cries and shuddering moans. He shagged deeper, longer, harder until she arched convulsively, throwing her head back with a keening cry. His crashing climax followed hers. She clung tightly to him, her body trembling with the aftershocks. Holding her close to his thumping heart, he stroked her fine-boned back.

  Once she calmed, he gently set her down and handed her the lace knickers. “You can put these on…or leave them off.” He caressed the curves of her pert bum. “We’re going straight to the hotel.” He smiled with relish, imagining her knicker-less bottom under the skirt.

  She blushed hotly. “I’m putting them on. I don’t want to catch an updraft,” she added, giggling at his sad face.

  The Royal House boutique hotel was beyond anything Evie might have envisioned. The rich boudoir style décor and extravagant antiques made her feel as if she’d stepped back in time into a baroque bordello. Velvet upholstered antique chairs, lavish drapes, gilded mirrors, plush carpeting and silk wallpaper added an air of sensuality to the sumptuous suite Cameron had reserved. The setting was ripe for decadent seduction and she was thrilled to be on the receiving end of it.

  While he arranged for dinner downstairs, Evie took a tour of her surroun
dings. A four-poster bed and luxurious linens beckoned her to nap, but she was eager to freshen up for what Cameron had promised would be the most succulent meal she’d have in Scotland—other than him, she thought with an impish smile.

  Evie entered the opulent bathroom and squealed when she spotted the large, freestanding copper Edwardian bathtub in the center of the room. Big enough for two. She quickly closed the door, dimmed the chandelier and turned on the faucet. She poured rose-scented oil into the tub and waited for the water to heat up before shedding her clothes.

  Satisfied that the water was hot enough for a good soak, she lowered her body into the steaming, fragrant water. Eyes closed, she ran a soft washcloth over her limbs and dreamily reflected on their recent lovemaking. She could scarcely believe they’d had sex in a whisky distillery, pressed against an oak barrel no less. Good thing it was a Sunday and they’d had the still to themselves.

  Their sudden, passionate union would forever be embedded in Evie’s mind and heart. Pressing her thighs together to contain the heady sensations, she relived everything—the smoky peat smell of the still, Cameron’s fiercely tender lovemaking and the feel of his harnessed lust in the tight, corded muscles of his torso as he’d held back until she climaxed before him.

  A knock on the door startled her and she dropped the washcloth in the water. “Are you almost ready, Angel?” Cameron’s deep-toned Scottish burr sent delicious shivers racing through her.

  “Not yet. I’m taking a bath,” she called out.

  “Don’t drown in there.”

  “I’m getting out now. The water is getting cold.”

  “Need a hand drying off? I’ll warm you up.”

  “I’m sure you will,” she said feebly. Although they’d already been intimate, it was one thing to make love fully clothed and quite another to stand before him completely bare. She took a deep breath and decided to bite the bullet. Cameron would likely tease her if she acted prim, so she might as well be confident…or at least act it.

  “Okay, come in,” she called out.

  The door opened and her heart did crazy flips as Cameron approached her with a large towel in his hands.

  “No fair. If I’m going to be naked before you, you must take off your clothes too,” she said, her voice sounding squeaky to her ears.

  “Fair enough,” Cameron said with mild amusement. He stripped off his clothes and within seconds he was as bare as she.

  Evie’s breath caught in her throat at the magnificent sight of his honed muscles and tall, powerful form. Beneath the glow of the chandelier crystals, Cameron’s body looked like sculpted marble as he stood before her, wide shoulders squared and muscled legs slightly apart. Seeing his full state of arousal sent a shock of heat deep in her belly. She licked her dry lips and swallowed hard as her heart thrummed wildly in her chest.

  He extended his hand and helped her out. When her feet touched the bath carpet, he sat on the edge of the sturdy copper tub and placed her between his outstretched legs as he wrapped the towel around her torso. Using one end of it, he gently dried her face and neck before moving to her arms and legs. Opening the towel, he kissed her achy nipples before trailing kisses down the slight slope of her belly, stopping just above her feminine mound. She gripped his shoulders and moaned as his warm breath tickled her skin.

  Time ticked by with excruciating slowness as he kissed her there and then turned her and removed the towel. He patted the fluffy towel across her shoulders and down her spine, lingering at the curves of her bottom. “What a lovely bum,” he murmured as he deposited kisses on each cheek.

  A hot flush spread over Evie as she turned on wobbly legs and faced him. She took a delicious whiff of his warm, male skin and craved a taste. Standing on tiptoe, she kissed his neck and worked her way down to his chest before he lifted her face with a groan.

  “Later, baby. We have all night.” He held the sides of her face and bent his head to kiss her. His lips and tongue explored her mouth, taking his time as he tasted her and stroked firmly with his tongue. The scorching passion in his eyes held her spellbound as his lips lowered to her breasts. He lifted her breasts in his warm hands and drew each nipple in his mouth, suckling it until she was mindless with wanting him. She arched forward, trying to get as close to his heat as possible. Her fingers frantically grasped his rock solid shoulders as he anchored her against the hard planes of his chest.

  His broad hands curved over her buttocks, lifting and squeezing as he positioned her against his swollen member. When the tip touched her sweet spot, tiny spasms shook her to the core.

  “Ohhhh,” she shuddered as tremors wracked her.

  He took her mouth again and his kisses were deeper, more consuming, more demanding than before. He licked her, ate her lips and drove his tongue in her mouth, foreshadowing his intentions. Desire turned to madness as she clawed his back and clasped his taut muscular butt.

  “I am going to take you to bed and have my way with you,” he whispered hoarsely in her mouth.

  “Yes. Please. Now.” The throb of ache in her groin made her grind against his pelvis. Her body pulsated, throbbed, buzzed with exhilaration. She wanted him to ravish her on the spot, but now that he’d said he would have his way with her in bed, it was worth the wait. This wouldn’t be a quickie in a distillery, but rather a long, thorough session that would leave them deliriously satiated.

  With a jolt, she remembered his words. By the time our first week together is over, you’ll be limp and satiated. Whimpering with pleasure. Cameron’s prediction was already coming true and this was only their first day of lovemaking. Dear God, how would she be at the end of two weeks? She wondered helplessly.

  Her body burned with an all-consuming hunger for him. Feeling his raw lust envelop her, she longed to return his pleasure and make him hers—any way she could. Her heart soared as Cameron wordlessly swept her up in his arms and carried her to the four-poster bed.

  An hour later, Evie listened to the rise and fall of Cameron’s deep, rhythmical breathing. With a hitch in her chest, she struggled to quiet her rampant emotions, but it was impossible. The memory of his solid weight bearing down on her as he drove into her with raging passion made her heart clench. Try as she might to detach emotionally, she was trapped in his magnetic spell.

  He was an insatiable lover, drawing her out with tender explorations and bold stimulation. He was skilled at making a woman forget everything but him as he pleasured her until she could barely breathe, let alone speak, from his fiery, adventurous lovemaking. In the past hour, he’d given her multiple orgasms, something she’d never experienced before.

  Evie smiled dreamily. After today, one thing was certain—she’d never look at a four-poster bed the same.

  Heart Hunter: Chapter Twelve

  “Edinburgh Castle is so magnificent. I love the way it sits on an extinct volcano overlooking the whole city. I hear it glows golden from the inside at night,” Evie said.

  “It does,” Cameron said, thinking how adorable she looked with her nose in the book.

  Evie looked up from her guidebook. “Do we have time to explore?”

  “Aye. Do you want to see the crown jewels?”

  She put her hand on her hip. “Is my name Evangeline Parker?” she retorted. “Of course, I want to see them!”

  Cameron chuckled, lifted her up on her toes and kissed her soundly. When he set her back on her feet, her cheeks were flushed pink and her violet eyes sparkled like multi-faceted jewels.

  They toured Edinburgh Castle and later shopped at Princes Street where Evie bought gifts for her sister. When they arrived at Balmoral Hotel for high tea, Evie refused to take off her sunglasses as they entered.

  She gave a rueful shake of her head. “There’s no way I’m going to enjoy champagne high tea with a bruised eye on view.”

  “You didn’t cover it last night,” Cameron observed with a smile.

  “I seem to recall I didn’t cover much of anything last night.”

  “Aye, but I wasn�
��t talking about what we did between the sheets. I was talking about the restaurant.”

  “Oh, that was different. We were in a dim room. The waitress was so old and discreet, I doubt she even noticed my eye,” she said, grinning.

  “I wouldn’t be too sure. Black eye or not, you’re unforgettable.”

  “You sweet talker.” Evie’s phone rang and she checked the caller. “It’s my little sis. I’ve been waiting for her call,” she said to Cameron before answering. “Hey, Ivy. How’s everything?”

  After a brief conversation with what sounded like good news, she hung up beaming. “You are not going to believe this!”

  “What?”

  “Ivy just told me that our entire collection is sold out, with orders on waitlist. The phone has been ringing nonstop and they’ve had a deluge of clients ever since the picture of Heartbreak Hunter and Mystery Sprite hit the air waves.” She shook her head and laughed. “Unbelievable. Wait till Kate hears about this!”

  Evie’s mood was so giddy and infectious that Cameron lifted her and twirled her high in the air.

  Much later back in their hotel room, Cameron brushed a silky tendril from Evie’s cheek and gazed at the pink flush on her neck. He frowned when he noticed other flushed areas beneath it. Rubbing the stubble on his jaw, he said, “I’d better shave. I don’t want to roughen up your baby soft skin.”

  “Don’t shave. Feels good,” she mumbled, half asleep.

  “Time to get dressed, Angel. We have a private reservation for nine tonight. In the hideaway alcove,” he added cryptically.

  “Hideaway alcove,” Evie repeated, keeping her eyes closed. “Sounds intriguing.”

  “You won’t want to miss it.” Cameron lifted her to a sitting position, but she sank back down like a rag doll.

  “I can’t possibly move right now.” She rolled over and tugged the sheet to her nape. Burrowing her face in the pillow, she mumbled, “Why leave? This is sheer glorious indulgence right here. Can’t we lounge in soft robes and order in?”

  “No. I’ve planned something special.” Cameron pulled back the sheet and lustily smacked her bottom. “Now get your lazy bum up.” Grinning at her indignant yelp, he rose from the bed and headed to the bathroom.