Page 59 of Kilt Trip

Slipping her tongue into his mouth transformed all that tenderness into need, and his lips slanted against hers, turning into a battle.

Much safer ground.

She reached up on tiptoes to get closer. His fingertips slid over the waistband of her jeans. His thumb skimmed under the bow tied at her back.

He pulled her roughly against him, and the pressure of his hardness, not even having the decency to be restrained by pants, made Addie’s brain fuzzy.

When they were both gasping for air, Logan’s lips found a new combat zone on her neck, and she made embarrassing mewling noises at the heat and stubble rasping her skin.

Logan correctly interpreted the sounds as Please, yes, more, and his hands moved to her ass, lifting her up to wrap her legs around him, a low groan rumbling in his chest.

His hair was as soft as she’d imagined, and she’d been imagining it all day as he traipsed around looking like a Highlander she hoped would crush her against a wall. Or something in a more horizontal position.

Weren’t castles full of settees, or something comparably Victorian, to be ravished on?

He set her on the deep windowsill, the chill of the stone a startling contrast to how she burned for him. Every nerve ending in her body urged her closer. Logan’s hands wound into her hair, and hers gripped his shirt. His lips found the pulse at the base of her neck, and his tongue came out to meet it. The throbbing between Addie’s legs was all-consuming.

Clapping erupted from the other room, and they both froze as if they’d been caught instead of secreted away in the dark. Her heart beat loudly in her ears as they balanced on a precipice.

They could let the group in the other room break this spell. Chalk it up to an emotional day and too much time spent touching on the bus. An inevitable outcome to the pent-up frustration over the past few weeks.

But every ounce of her attention focused on the hot look in his eyes, the slight part in his lips, his quick breathing. And she couldn’t walk away.

The heaviness between them was more than long-denied desire. The intensity more than she’d bargained for. But she’d shown him her broken pieces and her sharp edges, and maybe that was enough. They could give in, and it wouldn’t pull her under.

“I don’t want to look back and regret not taking a risk,” she whispered. “Come upstairs with me?”

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Logan and Addie stumbled across the room and up the stairs, arms tangling, stealing kisses. Midway up, Addie pinned him against the wall. Their lips clashed, and her tongue stole into his mouth. He slid his hands over her bonnie backside, pulling her in closer.

Sparks of arousal shot through him as she ran her palms up his stomach and across his chest.

At this point, he didn’t give a toss about decorum, but he probably should. “How many points if they catch us in the stairwell?”

She laughed breathlessly against his mouth and bit his lip. What little blood was still left in his head took a holiday to the south. Raking her fingers through his hair, she said, “I like it when you talk dirty.”

Then her hands moved on to bigger and better things, namely, stroking him through his kilt.

Logan’s knees threatened to give out.

“I’m going to last ten seconds if you keep that up,” he said through gritted teeth.

She raised an eyebrow. “As long as you make it count.” Her husky voice sent another jolt through his system, turning him reckless. She’d awakened something impulsive and greedy within him.

“You. Upstairs. Now.” Apparently, she’d reduced his coherence to one-word sentences, too. Addie’s throaty laugh furthered his impatience. Why had he resisted this moment? How had he even managed?

She’d captured his attention from the very first moment, clad in a yellow raincoat, when time had stretched around them. He wanted her.

But more than that, his heart recognized something in her. A reminder to see the world with fresh eyes. She made him feel adventurous.

When she asked him to take a risk, for once he didn’t want to do the safe thing.

He needed to get her out of those clothes. He needed to feel her skin against his. Right the fuck now.

While Logan struggled with the key and the lock, Addie undid the buttons of his shirt. She pushed the material off the curve of his shoulders, her mouth following, sending shock waves rippling through him.

When she slid her hands along his thighs and under his kilt, she stilled and a smile stole across her face. “Seriously? Boxer briefs? Isn’t this an affront to Scotsmen everywhere?”

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