“Ye fergot sodding—”
She stopped his words with her lips. Heat flooded her body. A need to feel skin-on-skin consumed her. She manipulated his shirt toward his shoulders, and he half sat, his tight abs flexing with the act.
He whipped his shirt over his head and sent it sailing across the room. “Now, lass, let’s have a look at what yer hidin’ under those clothes.”
His pretend burr sent shivers down her spine. Her inner core zoomed to eruption stand-by status. He rubbed her mound with one hand while lowering her zipper with the other.
She panted. “Have I mentioned how much I like your talented fingers?”
His answer came in short spurts. “Have I told you I’m an explorer at heart?” Evading her undies, he drove a finger into her pussy.
Fumbling with his zipper, she achieved her aim, removing his growing erection. She grasped his cock with the pressure she knew worked. “I like scaling heights.”
Graeme’s dick twitched and swelled under her touch. Isla’s belly tightened. She loved knowing she could bring him off, leaving him boneless. Leaving them both like jelly.
“Hold that thought.” He made quick work of donning a condom and then grasping her waist, lifted her over him. “You’re in charge. Straddle me. Ride me.”
Their gazes locked. She slipped onto him, their intimate friction making a sucking sound as she rose to his tip then settled against his groin with a swivel.
His cock swelled inside her. Her inner walls grasped him. She increased her pace, her ass slapping against his thighs every time she seated herself.
His hands covered then stroked her breasts. He licked his fingers and grazed her nipples. The damp caress hardened her into points, sending a jolt to her core.
Musk rose to her nostrils. Their moans sounded an arousing harmony. Heat built between them. She changed the angle of penetration, gaining more friction by rubbing her breasts against his chest. Her fingers burrowed into his long wavy hair, grasping his scalp. Their lips met and opened, exchanging deep, wet kisses.
His hands palmed her ass. One slender digit rubbed her crack with increasing force. Inserting his hand between them when she swung up, he inserted a finger, pressing against her clit.
Her attention was reduced to his hands and the throbbing magic they created inside her. She responded by squeezing her inner walls for all she was worth, thrusting against him with increasing desperation. Pressure built until she tossed her head from side-to-side, unable to do less, wanting to scream.
His moans grew, his breath rasped in her ear as his teeth closed on her ear lobe. “Do it.” He continued fingering her, impelling her. “Let go.”
Tension built until the orgasm exploded around her. She screamed, “Oh, yes. God. Yes!”
His hips thrust upward. Her inner muscles pulsated around his dick. His neck muscles corded as he worked for his orgasm, his hips jerking as he came.
He clasped her to his chest. His thumb grazed over her eyebrows. He pushed her wet hair from her forehead.
They panted, unable to speak. She felt comfortable with the quiet.
She fought to keep her eyes open but her entire body had puddleized. Wondering if that were a word, she gave up the fight and drifted off, curled against Graeme’s chest.
Sometime later, his fingers brushing against her shoulder brought her back to the room. “Hey, sunshine.”
Isla smacked her lips together then covered her mouth with her hand. Perhaps a tuna melt hadn’t been the best choice for lunch. “Hey.”
Graeme tugged her hand from her mouth and kissed her palm. “Honesty, remember? No one’s perfect. We all have bad breath sometimes.” He ducked his head. “I’ve been known to fart.” He caught her eye, grinning. “I know you’ll have trouble believing my lapses, me being such a brawny lad and all.”
She giggled but was careful not to exhale in his direction.
“That said, I still have that extra toothbrush and I’ll let you have the bathroom right after I dispose of a certain item.” He stood and looked at her over his shoulder. “Manners being the better part of humanity and all, I’ll clean up for you anytime.”
Heat flooded her face. “Thanks.”
After they’d used the facilities, they snuggled under the covers.
“Quick work,” he said.
“What, divesting me of everything I carried in less than ten minutes? Yes, ya done good, but I expect you could break the land speed record if you tried.”
“No, I meant that you had your camera when you arrived.” She relaxed under his touch as he smoothed her forehead. “Wanna tell me why the police didn’t keep your stuff for evidence?”
“I didn’t press charges.”
His eyebrows rose. She hesitated, aware she wanted his understanding about the choices she’d made. “The kid just turned legal age. A single dad with no family. Never been in trouble before. My camera equipment’s value made his act a felony.”
His long fingers rested on one shoulder. “Doesn’t make his actions right.”
“They have enough other evidence and I need my camera this week. He won’t go entirely free. The cop I spoke with said the kid was scared spitless.”
“Desperation. Fear. Makes people do stupid things.” He kissed the soft spot behind her ear. “I know you made the decision right for you.”
“If I ever get caught up in fear again, have me arrested, okay?”
His hands brushed over her stomach, headed for more tropical regions. “I’ll do the body search myself.”
She reached for his dick. “Don’t tell me you’re…oh, you are.”
“You betcha. My turn on top.”
“I just want to say—”
His eyebrows rose. “What?”
“I’ve changed my mind about pipers thanks to your guarandamntee. I’m not planning to walk away far or fast, either.”
“Is that right?” His clear-eyed grey gaze burned into her green one. “Remind me to tell you how you’ve changed my mind regarding Scottish lasses.” He grabbed a condom from the bedside table. “Later.”
On the table beside the window, Gran’s thistle pin glinted under a fading ray of sunshine then blazed a deep pink, catching her eye. She blinked when the pin seemed to vanish then rematerialize a moment later atop his sporran.
Graeme laid an open-mouthed kiss on her neck. Isla returned her attention to the unique magic that mattered in the moment. The charm of a sexy man she could trust.
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