Page 62 of Kilt Trip

Making this heavy. Romantic. Intimate.

His eyebrows pulled together, his gaze dark, like he yearned for her. Like it physically hurt to stand there and not touch her. While her body could relate, she didn’t want all this pining.

“Strip,” she said.

Logan’s dimple appeared from a lopsided smile, and he stepped back, undoing the buckles on each side of the kilt.

Addie held her breath, staring at him, hard and at attention.

The angular cut of his hips. The hair dusting his chest.

He was the sunset over a lake, mountains scraping the sky, uncharted territory, an endless expanse of wonder.

Logan tossed the rest of his clothes to the side, and they landed with a muffled thump on the wood floor, snapping her out of her reverie.

She traced the shadowed rift starting at his collarbone, and he shuddered under her touch, cursing softly. The tension in his body was palpable, his movements deliberate, as if trying to slow himself down instead of running away with this moment.

She placed her hand in the middle of Logan’s chest and walked him backward. Pushed him into the chair and straddled him. His coarse hair rasped the back of her legs, his dick hard between them.

He made a deep rumbling sound in the back of his throat and trailed openmouthed kisses down her neck, hot and wet. Holding him close, she kept his lips pressed to her sensitive skin, tingling from the graze of his stubble. When she rocked against him, he groaned and flicked his tongue against her earlobe. Bit down. A surge of heat bloomed between her legs.

This was what she wanted.

Logan’s hand skimmed down her thigh, and the other tangled in her hair as he claimed her mouth. Licking and nipping, he kissed her like he was starved, and she met every caress of his tongue with her own hunger.

The pads of his fingertips brushed the curve of her breasts and she arched into him, craving the friction of rough hands on soft skin, seeking the pressure he withheld.

His touch danced away and skated down her sides.

She was over his teasing. The torchlit laughter, long glances, and almost-kisses had been torture enough. “Logan.”

When she bucked against him, he stilled her movements with strong hands on her hips. His fingers dug into her skin hard enough to make her gasp. Their gazes locked, his eyes invading hers. “I plan to take my time, lass.”

The challenge in Logan’s voice surged through her, and the power that had been entirely Addie’s crossed enemy lines. The loss left her shaky, but she wasn’t backing down. She dragged her fingers over the ridges of his ribs. “I’m sure you do.”

With a low growl, Logan leaned forward, lifting her to wrap her legs around him, and resettled them with a sensual roll of his hips.

Holy fuck. He lifted her like it was nothing, moved her body like he controlled it.

“Look at me.” His hands moved to the sides of her face and his eyes searched hers as if he could see into all the dark places she kept hidden from the light. He wasn’t giving in to the passion between them. He was right there, demanding all of her. “Let go.”

Addie pulled in a ragged breath. She didn’t know if she could.

Panic rolled through her like a threatening summer storm sweeping across the desert. Three freckles dusted Logan’s shoulder, and she pressed her lips onto each of them, buying herself time to calm her racing heart.

Her rib cage was no longer any protection, her skin too thin, her heart trying to burst out to meet his. Logan always broke through her defenses.

This was no different.

He cupped her cheek and brought her face back to his. Rested his forehead against hers. “Let go,” he whispered again.

Logan knew about her past. He never retreated when she needed him. He was intentional and thoughtful. Someone she could count on.

She touched the tip of her nose to his. Closed her eyes. Brushed a kiss across his lips.

“Okay,” she said softly, letting herself get swept away by whatever magic rippled in the air around them.

Logan carried her to the bed. Laying her down, he hovered over her on his elbows, not touching, just caressing her swells and dips with his eyes. He watched her like she might disappear if he blinked.

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