The fluttering licks grew faster and more intense, and every so often, he’d add a bit of suction. Sharp and unpredictable, the random pulling on her flesh had her straining against him until her body shook with exertion. Finally, the tension snapped, her orgasm slamming into her like a landslide and shoving a keening scream from her lungs as violent pleasure tore through her.
When the tremors eventually slowed then stopped, she released her hold on her legs and lowered them to dangle over the edge of the dresser. Ignoring her sore muscles, she leaned forward and drove her fingers into his silky curls, shoved his head back and kissed him, relearning his taste now that it had mixed with her own. She continued to kiss him as he stumbled to his feet, and when he was standing, she dropped a hand and stroked his incredibly thick cock, heedless of the sticky pre-come now coating her palm.
Shoving her tongue into his mouth, she kissed him as thoroughly as he’d kissed her earlier. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her flush against him, the insides of her damp thighs clamped around his waist and his cock pressed wetly against her stomach. It took everything in her not to guide him inside her needy, grasping pussy.
When they finally came up for air, panting and gasping, she said, “You better not have changed your mind about fucking me.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Angus shook his head. “Can’t promise it’ll last long. You’ve got me wound so tight, right now...”
Whatever he’d been about to say completely vanished from his mind before it made it to his mouth. Eliza had released her grip on his cock, and holding his gaze, she lifted her hand to her mouth and licked from palm to fingertips. When she was finished, she smiled sweetly. “You taste good.”
His cocked pulsed—heavy and nearly painfully—and he dropped his head back and groaned. The woman was either going to kill him or send him bedlam.
Raising his head, he met her gaze—her eyes more green than golden in the morning light. “Do you have a condom?”
Those green eyes widened in horror, and she shook her head. “Don’t you?”
He frowned. “I fucking hope so.” He pointed at her. “I’ll be right back. Don’t you dare move.”
She took the command for what it was and stilled as he walked into his bedroom, hoping and praying that the patron saint of casual sex was smiling fondly on him. Though, he wasn’t entirely convinced there was a patron saint of casual sex. He was also fairly certain that casual was the last word he’d choose to describe whatever was happening between him and Eliza.
He flipped on the bathroom light and began pawing through his shaving kit, barely stifling a victory cry as he found one loose condom in a packet and three connected ones. The loose one had expired. He pitched it immediately. There was no sense in tempting fate. Then he checked the dates on the others. Good for another six months.
Quickly toeing off his shoes and socks, he returned to Eliza’s room, pleased to find her waiting exactly where he’d told her to. He held up the condoms in response to her questioning glance. She braced her hands behind her as if to hop off the dresser, and he slowly shook his head. She froze, watching him as he approached. The time spent looking for condoms was to his benefit. He’d regained at least a modicum of control and was slightly less likely to embarrass himself now. Though, that advantage might well disappear as soon as he got within touching distance of Eliza again.
Standing between her spread legs, he shoved down his jeans, tore off a condom packet, and sheathed himself before tossing the remaining ones on the dresser. Her hands were still braced behind her, and her hips were canted forward. She watched him with heavy-lidded eyes as he moved closer. It was clear that she was here in this present moment with him. Whoever she’d been thinking about earlier had been banished from her mind.
“Scoot forward.”
Spreading her thighs wider, she rested her heels on the drawer pulls and pushed her hips toward him. Her bare cunt was shiny with her juices, and despite the two orgasms he’d already given her, she looked as desperate as ever. How the fuck had this incredibly passionate woman gone almost five years without sex? He refused to question the reason he’d been the one to put an end to her celibacy streak, but he was goddamn determined that he wouldn’t give her reason to regret it.
Gripping his prick, he dragged the head through her folds, slicking his cock and nudging her clit. Her heat practically burned him through the latex, and any sense of mastery he had over his body melted away. It would be a fucking miracle if he didn’t come the second he was inside her.
Lifting her hips and circling them, she teased him, giving as good as she got. He slid a hand under her arse and stilled her motion, lodging himself at her entrance.
She drew in a shuddering breath. “Please don’t make me wait any longer.”
He rocked forward, sinking the head inside her before pulling out again.
“Oh, god—oh, god, more.”
“Don’t want to hurt you,” he gritted.
“You won’t.” She gasped before speaking again. “I promise. If I were any more ready, we’d both be drowning.”
He pushed forward, a little deeper this time, and her pussy was a slick vise around him. The needy, unintelligible sounds she made drew him farther still. And when she arched her back, pushing her hips toward his, he was fucking lost. Any inclination he’d had to take her slowly evaporated, and he pulled back and slammed himself home. He thrust so hard, the dresser hit the wall.
Her head dropped back, and she punctuated each of his thrusts with a raggedly whispered, “Yes.”
He splayed his hand between her breasts, feeling her heart thunder wildly against his palm. The fingers of his other hand dug into her arse, and he burrowed one between her cheeks to stroke the furled muscle of her anus. Her words were no longer whispers but near-delirious cries, and he could tell she was close. And fuck all, so was he. But he was determined to send her over the edge one last time.
The moisture of her arousal eased his way as he continued to tease her taut furl, pushing rhythmically against it without fully entering her. Her nipples stabbed proudly into the air, and he lowered his head to suck them, scraping and nipping at them with his teeth.
She thrashed in his arms. Her beautiful reactions played out in her reflection in the mirror. He watched, mesmerized, as he continued to pound into her tight channel.
Tingling energy gathered at the base of his spine, and he knew he was close. Too fucking close. “I need you to come for me, Eliza. I need you to come. I can’t hold back much longer.”
Lifting her head, she looked at him through lust-drunk eyes. She reached out and traced his lips with her fingers before pushing the first two inside his mouth—pumping them in time with his fierce thrusts while he sucked on them. Pulling free, she frantically began rubbing and smacking her clit with her wet fingers.
Fuck me. He was positive he’d never seen anything hotter in his life. Until her entire body jerked upward, stiffening as she came, a scream frozen in her throat. Her cunt rippled powerfully around him, pulling his bone-melting release from his body. He thrust a few more times then collapsed against her, tugging her into his arms, nothing but the sounds of their heaving breath filling the room.
Eliza wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in his neck as he smoothed his hands up and down her back, content to just hold her.
“What are the odds I could talk you into spending both your holiday and your next two work weeks with me in Scotland?”
He felt more than heard her laughter.
“They’re definitely in your favor,” she murmured. “Provided management will go for it.” She shifted, sitting back a little to look at him.
He met her gaze. Her suddenly very serious gaze.
“You sure you really want to spend an entire month with me?”
He pressed a tender kiss to her lips. “More, if you’d let me.”
Her eyes softened as she smiled up at him. “I’m not sure she’ll go for me being out of the office f
or a month straight, but I’m willing to try.”
Angus glanced at Eliza. She’d fallen asleep in the car somewhere outside of Leeds. Between the previous night’s anxiety attack and the morning’s vigorous sex, he knew she was exhausted. He was, too, but he was also running high on adrenaline and creative energy. Just inside the border of Scotland, he’d been forced to pull over and write down several pages of dialogue that had popped into his head. The story was finally coming together—other than that whole black hole issue—but he hoped he could quickly nail down the outline so he could spend as much time with Eliza as possible.
In the end, Terra hadn’t been willing to okay Eliza’s vacation, but they had signed off on letting her stay for two more weeks while he frantically tried the finish the first draft of the book. At the very least, they wanted a full outline to bring to their meeting with the TV people next month. And if Eliza was the key to getting that, they were willing to pay her to do it.
He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t disappointed, but when she did get her vacation, he’d take her anywhere she wanted. If she wanted. He wasn’t sure if this new aspect of their relationship was anything other than exploring things she’d been avoiding for years, or if this was something more. The way she’d looked at him earlier made him hopeful.
She stirred in her sleep then sat up, squinting and seeming slightly disoriented in early evening light. Stretching, she asked, “Where are we? How long was I out for?”
He glanced at the dashboard clock then grinned at her. “You’ve been sleeping for around two and a half, maybe three hours.”
She peered around, studying the countryside through the windows.
“We’re about thirty minutes south of Glasgow. Another fifteen or twenty after that, and we’ll be home.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Home. The word abraded the raw places in her soul. She hadn’t had a home since her family had disowned her. The icing on the cake Nigel had baked. But she forced herself to smile at Angus anyway. He looked so happy.
“So, where is home?”
“A bit west of Glasgow in a little village called Old Kilpatrick. The house overlooks the Clyde River. It’s old and a little drafty, but I’m slowly making improvements.”
She smiled, but uncertainty raised its critical head. Nearly all her interactions with Angus had taken place in a hotel room. She was having trouble reconciling the Angus who’d practically memorized the room service menu in every hotel they’d stayed in with the Angus who apparently did home improvement projects. For a panicked second, she asked herself what she was doing going to the home of a guy that she barely knew. And as quickly as that thought had appeared, another replaced it. She did know him. He’d shared things with her that he hadn’t told anyone else. He’d taken care of her. He’d loved—no, he’d fucked her. He’d fucked her thoroughly and amazingly, but it was still just sex. And god help her, she wanted to do it again as soon as possible.
Instead of suggesting they pull over and dive behind the nearest copse of trees, she asked questions about the sights they passed and places he liked to go when he was home. By the time he pulled into the drive of a two-story brick home that sat near a riverbank—the Clyde, she remembered—it was full dusk. Eager to stretch her legs, she got out of the car and glanced around.
The brick wasn’t brick at all, she realized as she peered closer. It looked to be stone that had been hewn into rectangles and mortared together. Two gabled dormer windows peeked out of the roof, and between them on the ground floor was a heavy wooden door, and through the small, square leaded-glass window, she saw that at least a few lights burning inside. For the first time, it occurred to her to wonder if he lived alone.
She turned around, trying to think of a delicate way to ask him about it, but the thought flew immediately out of her head. He was standing right behind her, and his eyes were hot and hungry looking. Anticipation scraped along her nerve-endings as she stared at him.
He slid his hand around the back of her neck and tugged her forward. Her head tilted, and she was once again trapped in his gaze. His other hand settled at her waist, slipping beneath her sweater to rest against her suddenly heated skin. “You should know that I’ve spent the entirety of the drive dying to do this.”
Lowering his head, he took her mouth in a hard, frantic kiss. Her arms immediately climbed upward and circled his neck, and she tightened her fingers in his hair. Her lips parted beneath the onslaught of his kiss, and he backed her against the door, his erection pressing insistently between them.
Breaking the kiss, she nipped at his lower lip. “You’d better have more condoms, here.”
“If I don’t, I’ll get some—even if I have to go door to door, begging.”
Laughing, she kissed him again, cupping her hand over his hard-on. All at once, she was falling backward, a choked scream escaping her lips as she clutched at him. Angus grabbed hold of her and pulled her upright, as someone said, “Angus, are you com—shit, I’m so sorry!”
Cheeks flaming, Eliza untangled herself from Angus and slowly turned toward the figure in the doorway.
“Way to ruin the mood,” Angus said as he ushered her into the house, amusement evident in his voice.
Eliza stepped into a brightly lit, cheerful-looking dining area and kitchen and focused on the woman who’d opened the door. She was blonde and pretty—maybe Angus’ age or a little younger. Eliza’s stomach dropped as she wondered what she’d just walked into.
“Eliza, this is my friend, Tansy. She helps me out when I have to travel by looking after Donna and making sure I don’t come home to an empty fridge or burst pipes. Tansy, this is my...Eliza.”
It was impossible to miss the way he stumbled over how to classify her. As if this moment couldn’t get more awkward. Holding out her hand and hoping her smile looked genuine instead of pained and confused, she said, “Hi, Tansy. It’s nice to meet you.”
Tansy immediately smiled and shook her hand. “You, too. Had I known he was bringing home company, I would have cleared out long before now.”
“Please don’t worry on my account.” Eliza forced another smile, but something else jostled for attention at the back of her brain. “Wait...who’s Donna?”
“Donna was Ewan’s cat.” Angus said. “She came to live with me after he died.”
“And,” Tansy interrupted, “her name isn’t Donna. It’s Agnes.” She grinned at Eliza. “He named her Angus because they’re both so crotchety, then the vet told him she was a girl. But this one,” she nodded toward Angus, “thinks it’s okay to change her name to Donna.”
Angus rolled his eyes, and Eliza couldn’t help but laugh. The cat in question sauntered in from the kitchen and immediately twined around Angus’ legs, meowing. She was black, chunky, more than a little bit haughty, and had a voice that would peel paint.
Angus bent down and picked her up, and she immediately started to purr. Eliza reached over to scratch her head, and the cat hissed and batted at her.
“Yep. She’s an Agnes.”
Angus scowled at her, and Tansy laughed. “Oh, I like you. I can tell, already. I am sorry about,” she gestured between Eliza and Angus, “earlier, though.”
“It’s fine,” Eliza said. “Really.”
“Well...I’ll leave you to it.” Tansy glanced at both Angus and Eliza as she walked toward the door and turned the handle. “When you come up for air, there’s chicken and dumplings in the fridge—you just need to warm it up. And the groceries are put away. I picked up your usual.”
Angus set the cat down and walked over to Tansy and gave her a kiss on the cheek and a hug. “Thank you for everything. You’re the best, Tanz.”
“I know. You don’t deserve me.” She grinned at Eliza. “It was lovely meeting you, Eliza. Hopefully, we’ll see each other again.”
Eliza smiled—genuinely, this time. “I’d like that.”
Tansy closed the door on her way out, and Angus shook his head. “That wasn’t quite the homecoming I’d env
isioned.”
“Not gonna lie—it got pretty awkward there for a bit. But, I like Tansy. She seems really great.”
She could admit to herself that there was a part of her that felt a little threatened by the other woman. Though, that was stupid. There really wasn’t anything to threaten. He hadn’t even known how to classify their relationship when he’d introduced her.
Tansy and Angus were clearly friends, and from the sound of it, she’d been friends with Ewan, too. And besides, Eliza didn’t have any right to feel jealous. What she and Angus had was temporary. Sure, he’d said he wanted to spend a month with her, but she needed to remember that, as soon as the book was done, they probably would be, too.
He studied her for a minute, a curious expression on his face, and she hoped he wasn’t about to ask what she was thinking.
Instead, he said, “I’m going to grab our stuff from the car. Would you mind taking the chicken and dumplings out of the fridge and popping the container in the microwave?”
She tamped down the disappointment. Despite the interruption, she’d been hoping that they’d get back to it. “Sure.”
He grinned. “I’m starving, and you ate even less than I did when we hit that drive-thru, so I figure you’ve got to be hungry by now, too.”
Nodding, she walked to the refrigerator.
“Besides, we need to talk.”
She glanced up at him, fingers wrapped around the handle, as unease settled in her gut, killing the hunger that had been gnawing earlier.
He stared at her from across the room, his dark eyes burning. “Because as much as I would love to nail you against the nearest surface, there are some things we need to get straight, first.”
She swallowed hard as he went outside, closing the door behind him. With almost robotic motions, she pulled a covered glass dish from the fridge and, after removing the lid, heated it in the microwave while she opened cupboards and drawers looking for dishes and silverware. She was setting the table when Angus returned, carrying their bags and suitcases. He barely managed to dodge the cat, who’d thrown herself on the floor in front of him and laid there purring.
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