Page 10 of Gift-Wrapped in a Kilt

Jamie bit her lip and nodded.

Gavin draped an arm along the sofa's back, his hand alongside her shoulder. He scooted closer, his body surrounding her, the scent of him spicy and tempting. Those full lips, the ones she'd kissed so many times before, hovered millimeters from her own. His breath teased her lips, and they tingled with anticipation.

His eyes searched hers.

She slanted in, their mouths brushing against each other, and parted her lips.

"Jamie…" He slid his tongue along her lower lip, drew it between his, and released it little by little, leaving her lip moist and warm. His tongue slipped between her lips only to withdraw. "God, Jamie…"

She pressed her mouth to his, stealing a taste of him between his lips.

With a groan, he gave in. His tongue thrust inside her mouth, and she opened wide for him, starved for the flavor of him and the rough strokes of his slick, hot tongue. She met his swipes with her own, coiling her tongue around his even as her teeth nudged his and their lips crushed into each other. He belted one arm around her to pin her body to his.

A little moan escaped her, swallowed by his mouth consuming hers.

She clenched her fingers in his shirt. Her body softened and heated, excited by the sensation of his hard muscles flexing against her. The peaks of her nipples shot rigid, rubbing on his chest, making her so wet she moaned again.

His free hand plunged into her hair. He tipped her head back, delving deeper into her mouth. The hand on her back rushed down to palm her behind, the fingers kneading her flesh.

Jamie didn't think, couldn't think. She climbed astride him, their mouths still fused and hungry.

Gavin sank back into the sofa, one hand in her hair, the other shifting down to the hem of her skirt and whisking beneath it. She fastened her arms around his neck, devouring him with ever more frantic thrusts of her tongue. He devoured her in return and shoved his hand inside her panties to cup her ass, skin to skin. Her body ached and throbbed and thrummed with need.

So long since he'd touched her this way. So long since he'd taken her.

This jackass broke your heart, a voice inside warned.

With his mouth latched to hers and his body beneath her, she didn't give a damn about anything that had come before this moment. She loved him, needed him, wanted him with a desire so ferocious it annihilated every thought and inhibition.

He swept his hand, still inside her panties, around her hip to the front of her body, palming her mound. With a guttural groan that resonated into her through their joined mouths, he thrust his fingers between her folds to fondle her clitoris.

She rocked her hips into the caress, moaning into his mouth.

Those strong fingers rubbed her clit, delved down to stroke the inner lips of her sex, swept back up to torment her nub. She threw her head back, riding his fingers as if he were inside her, driving her toward climax with deft thrusts of his fingers instead of his cock. Its length rubbed against her thigh, thick and rigid, and though she struggled to take his shaft inside her, she couldn't make it happen while her panties and his hand on her sex combined to block her efforts. He muttered "fuck" and rubbed her faster, harder, compelling her to seize his shoulders and bow her spine. The pleasure, it scorched her from the inside out, throbbing through her flesh and shortening her breaths. She gasped for air, writhed against his hand, and he spread a hand over her back to tug her toward him.

When his mouth sealed over her nipple through her shirt, she cried out.

And then she came. With a sharp spasm, she climaxed against his hand, too breathless to cry out again, too stunned by the suddenness and ferocity of her orgasm. As the pulsating waves inside her dissipated, he pulled his hand out of her panties. They both fought for breath, chests heaving.

She leaned in to kiss him, but he grasped her shoulders and pushed her back, holding her at a distance. A few centimeters, but it felt like an ocean between them.

"I'm sorry," he said, his voice uneven and hoarse. "Didn't mean to — This was a mistake."

Flushed all over, her sex drenched and achy, she couldn't focus on anything he said. Despite her orgasm, she burned for more, for him inside her. Overpowered by the need, she laid her hand over his erection where it bulged in his jeans.

"Gotta stop," he said. "Can't do this, not now."

He shoved her off his lap, to the side so she dropped onto the adjacent cushion, and all but leaped off the sofa. A lump in his pants belied the words he spoke next.

"Don't want this," he said, still fighting for breath. "We'd both regret it later."

Sprawled on the sofa, she gaped at him. Was he off his head?

He knifed a hand through his hair. "I need time. Alone. I'm sorry."

Gavin stalked out of the sitting room.

Jamie sat there, dumbfounded and panting, for several minutes before she marshaled the composure to push up off the sofa and straighten her clothes. What had happened? Why had she let it happen? No surprise there. Gavin was gorgeous and sexy, and she never could resist him. She'd slept with him only days after they'd met.

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