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With a lot of effort, he tore himself away from her luscious body and ran to the sitting room.

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Jamie counted the minutes and seconds on the old-fashioned clock on her bedside table. Her foot tapped the floor faster than the second hand ticked. Her pulse quickened too with an excitement that seemed out of proportion with what Gavin had promised her. A surprise. A sexy one, she'd wager. Why should the prospect make her knees weak and her body warm and wet in the best places? She'd been with Gavin many times, but this time felt different.

They'd celebrated their first Christmas as an engaged couple, and after so many months of wondering if they would stay together, they'd set a date for the wedding. No more wondering. No more fears about a man trampling her again. She controlled her own destiny.

She belonged with Gavin. Nothing would tear them apart again.

When precisely ten minutes had elapsed according to the clock, she raced down the hall to the sitting room. As the door clapped shut behind her, she froze a few feet inside the room, stunned by the sight before her.

Stunned in a wonderful and silkily warm way.

Gavin lay stretched out on a plush rug in front of the fireplace. He'd shut off all the lights, and the only illumination came from the flickering fire and the candles he'd placed on the mantle and the coffee table as well as the sills of the tall windows. Outside the window, snowflakes floated down toward the ground. The golden glow of the flames in the sitting room danced over Gavin's skin and the sculpted muscles of his chest and abdomen. The kilt Rory had given him covered Gavin from his hips down to his knees, though with one knee bent, the fabric had ridden up one thigh to expose nearly all the thick muscles of his leg.

Bod an Donais. He was beautiful — and hers.

He patted the rug beside him. "Come on over here and unwrap your last present."

The sensual rumble of his voice made her skin tighten, her breasts too. She moved closer, anticipation tingling through her. As she lowered onto the rug, her legs tucked under her, she skimmed a hand along the center line of his abs until her fingers met the plaid. "I've never had a present gift-wrapped in a kilt."

"I've never worn a kilt before, so we're even." He took hold of her hand, shifting it down to cover the hard line of his erection. "Better unwrap me quick. I've been lying here thinking about what I want to do to you, and I'm about to lose it just having you this close."

She slipped a finger inside the waist of his kilt, only to discover he had done a slapdash job of securing it. Since he'd never worn a kilt before, she cut him some slack. Besides, his lack of finesse with the plaid made her job easier. She peeled the kilt away from his hips, letting it spill across the rug.

His rigid cock waved in front of her.

"I'm liking this gift," she said, and closed her hand around his shaft, pumping slowly.

"Ah," he hissed, his face pinched. "Jamie, I need —"

She released him and shed her clothes. Naked beside him, she laid a palm on his chest and gave it a little shove. "Lie back. This is my gift, and I mean to take full advantage of it."

"Yes, ma'am." He rolled onto his back and clasped his hands under his head. "I love a bossy Scottish lass."

"And I love a bossy American man." She straddled his lap, towering over him on her knees. "But I absolutely adore a man who lets me have my way with him."

"Guess you lucked out, because I give you both."

She bent to rasp her tongue over his nipple, delighted by his sharp intake of breath. His reaction spurred her to swirl her tongue around that nipple and then take it between her teeth and tug. When he choked back a gasp, she raked her nails down his chest, over those defined abs, until he groaned and wriggled.

"Still like a bossy Scottish lass?" she asked.

"Always." His voice was rough with a need that matched the throbbing heat in her sex. "But if you don't do me quick, I really will lose it — all over this nice, new kilt."

She grasped his shaft, positioning it for penetration, and sank down onto his length inch by inch, loving the sensation of his hardness gliding into her. When she'd taken his girth as deep inside as possible, she settled her palms on his chest and gazed into his gorgeous, golden-brown eyes.

He looked at her with such a potent combination of love and lust that her heart thudded and pleasure jolted through her. He groaned, his eyes drifting half closed. "You feel so good."

She lunged down to take his mouth in a tongue-tangling kiss that left them both breathing hard.

His eyes shot wide, and he grasped her hips as if to lift her off him. "Jamie, we forgot the condom."

"I was thinking…" She averted her focus to his chest, suddenly anxious about what he might say to her suggestion. "How would you feel about getting started on our family plans tonight?"

"Family plans?" He gazed at her with confusion.

"You want to have bairns, don't you?"

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