Page 73 of Kilt Trip

Their tongues tangled, and her arms locked around his shoulders while his hands roamed over her curves. He cupped her bonnie backside, and her legs tightened around his waist, pulling him in.

Trying to show her with his mouth and his hands and his body the feelings he knew were too risky to share, he rocked against her. But the words he wanted to say bottled up in his mouth, fighting to spill out in a kaleidoscope of hopes and dreams for a future together. “I need you, too, lass.”

Addie’s movements slowed. She nuzzled against his temple. Pressed her forehead against his, her hands on either side of his face, her breath soft against his lips. The gesture was so tender, so unlike the way she usually burned him up, that he pulled back to see her.

Her cheeks were flushed, her lips swollen and pink from his kisses. And her eyes. Her mossy eyes were unguarded and locked on his like a lifeline. Something flickered in their depths that called to his heart, that evoked the peace of coming home.

In his mind, he’d danced around the name for the way he felt about Addie, but her eyes held a matching hope, and the word hit him with the force of a comet, the feeling just as rare and beautiful.

He loved her.

Brushing her hair away from her face, he held her tight against him, one hand splayed across her lower back. She rolled her hips to meet his thrusts and need swelled deep in his belly.

Her eyelashes fluttered, and he moved faster, gripped her hip tighter, kissed her deeper, until he felt her tremble around him and there was no holding back anymore. He chased her orgasm with his own until he was wrung-out and depleted.

All that existed was the warmth of Addie’s embrace, the pounding of his heart, the smell of flowers and salt. He rested his head on her shoulder, trying to bring his breath back under control. She stroked his hair, and when he pressed kisses into her neck she let out a contented little hum.

Being with her like this—limbs tangled, hearts joined—felt so simple. And he never wanted it to stop. Wanted to get as far away from days like today.

His earlier plan came back to him, and he wanted it with a renewed vigor. They could disappear into the Highlands where they could stay this close and work through all the complications swirling around them.

He kissed her lips before pulling away, tying off the condom and throwing it in the trash. “I’ll take that out when we go.”

Addie laughed as she slid off the table and adjusted her skirt before stepping back into her panties. She slipped her shirt over her shoulders.

After tugging his jeans back on, Logan reached for her, doing up her buttons. She tilted her face up, a gleam in her eyes, an indulgent smile on her lips.

“Let me take you on a heritage trip.”

“You know I can’t get enough of Tour Guide Logan,” she said with a wicked grin.

“Just you and me. A Macrae tour.”

Addie covered his hands where they worked on her shirt buttons, stilling his movement, her eyes going wide and wary.

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Addie stepped out of Logan’s embrace, bumping into the wooden edge of the table, and finished buttoning up her blouse.

A weekend trip.

That was a big step. A couple-y step. A we-kiss-in-front-of-other-people step.

A flutter took over her belly, either panic or excitement—she couldn’t decipher which.

“I’ve got the university tour this week—”

“The college girls will eat you up.” Addie tried to smirk but found a tiny kernel of jealousy lodged in the way. He shrugged like he truly couldn’t care less.

Logan’s hands slipped to the curve of her waist, and he tilted his head with a soft look in his eyes. “I found the Munro in your mum’s photo.”

Her pulse sped up in a dangerous race. “You did?”

Logan nodded. “It’s up on Macrae lands.”

“That makes sense.” Giddiness skipped through Addie’s stomach. “I found a couple of castles that might have the kind of cannon in the third picture. We could check them out, too.” She’d spent an eye-straining number of hours on Google Images searching for Scottish cannons. Turned out, there were a shit ton of castles with cannons in this country.

Her online sleuthing talents were nowhere near her spreadsheet skills, and Google seemed uninterested in her additional search term of battery and mocked her by returning pages of camera chargers.

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