Page 60 of Kilt Trip

He sank his mouth against her neck, breathing in lavender, while turning the doorknob and spinning them into the room. “Professional-hazard insurance,” he said as he backed her against the door, the latch clicking into place.

Reaching behind her, he tugged the black sash at the small of her back. Addie’s laugh transformed into a gasp as the knot popped and he ran his hands along her skin.

He pulled the top over her head, her mermaid hair resettling over her shoulders and teasing the pink tips of her perfect breasts. His mouth watered with the need to taste her.

Letting out a shaky breath, he willed his body to slow down and savor this moment.

Addie gripped his shoulders. “Touch me,” she said, her voice low and commanding. Her confidence in demanding exactly what she wanted drove him wild. But he wanted her as out of control as he felt.

Pretending he didn’t understand, Logan brushed the pad of his thumb over her full bottom lip. He felt her tongue flick against the underside of his thumb all the way down to his cock.

Pulling back, he trailed the wet finger down her chest, between her breasts, and over her belly button.

“Logan.”

His name was a warning—but he’d take whatever punishment she wanted to dole out. A featherlight sweep over the band of her jeans earned him a frustrated growl. Her fingernails dug into his biceps.

Logan brushed his fingertips across the dip of her waist, past her ribs, and over the curve of her breasts. Chills popped up on her skin, and he reveled in her whimper as she arched toward him. “Like this, lass?” His voice came out on an unreliable breath.

“No. Like this.” Addie ran her hands over her breasts, cupping them together before pinching her nipples, her eyes full of fire. Logan had every intention of teasing, of driving her to the edge until she begged, but she stroked herself and the thread of his self-control that had been snagging and fraying since they first met finally snapped.

There was no holding back now.

He wrapped his arm around her waist and captured her nipple in his mouth, sucking hard.

“Yes.” She wound her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer, and her sexy moan had his body screaming to be inside her.

Addie moved to unfasten her jeans, but he batted her hands away. He unhooked the button and pulled the zipper down, the teeth parting one by one. Her hand wrapped around his wrist, guiding him downward. He loved how bold she was, how she gave him the confidence to be bold, too. The needy sound she made unraveled him.

“Logan.” His name was a plea on her lips.

“I know, lass. I’m hurrying.”

He helped peel off her jeans and panties, better than any present he’d ever unwrapped. Kneeling in front of her, he skimmed his hands up her soft skin before hooking one leg over his shoulder. She shivered as Logan kissed his way up her inner thigh.

Addie watched, her lips parted, her chest pink, her hair wild.

The vision above him seeped under his skin.

She sucked in a gasp when he slid two fingers into her heat. He buried his face between her legs and ran his tongue over her as she clenched around him, rising on tiptoes. Her head fell back against the door with a thump. “Fuck,” she whispered.

Thank god Logan was already on his knees or he would’ve hit the ground, hard.

He kissed and licked while Addie’s hips tipped up to meet the next stroke of his tongue, her hands gripping his hair to the point of pain. Not that he minded. Nothing was getting through to his brain except the noises Addie was making.

He swirled his tongue and drove his fingers into her faster, discovering all the places that made her squirm. He committed her to memory so he could do this a million times more.

She tightened around his fingers and rocked against his mouth, taking what she needed and nearly sending him over the brink just from watching.

A hard shudder rippled through her body, and she looked him in the eye, the moment binding them together. Something unguarded and raw flashed in her eyes before they turned dreamy.

He’d never seen a more beautiful sight than Addie, cheeks flushed under the light dusting of freckles, her lips falling open, her breath coming in waves. He held on to her shaky legs as the last of her orgasm fluttered through her.

Then her hands were on his shoulders, guiding him up. He trailed his hand up her thigh, along her belly, over her breast, and into her unruly mess of curls, usually so neatly tied back.

The little glimpses when Addie wasn’t in control and put together were perfection. Even better when she let the mask slip enough to show him her vulnerable side. But watching her completely undone, head tipped back and eyes hooded, threatened to undo him, too.

He kissed along the column of her neck, tipping her head back to reach the soft spot below her ear. Arrows of desire ripped through his body as her hands explored his back, as her breasts pressed against his chest.

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