Page 53 of Gift-Wrapped in a Kilt

She choked back a pathetic little noise, one triggered by a lust more intense than anything she'd experienced before. Never in her life had she wanted a man this much. Never had she wantedhimthis much. Aye, he'd always been amazing in bed. But tonight, he'd become an unstoppable force luring her down into a warm, silken pool of pleasure.

And he'd barely touched her.

He lowered his body enough to rub his rigid length between her thighs. Somehow, they'd fallen open without her knowledge or consent. His shaft scraped along her cleft, lubricated by the juices her body released in preparation for him. Her panties, so thin and fragile, posed no real barrier. She couldn't help it. She moaned and arched her back, her fingers clenching the covers beneath her.

"Say it," he growled, his cheeks ruddy and his body tight with need.

All those bunched muscles. Ready to move, to act, to consume her body.

"Yes," she almost shouted as the head of his penis nudged her entrance, brushing her silken panties over her flesh. "We'll talk. We'll — oh. We'll do anything you want."

"Anything?" He pushed up on a single arm, straight and taut. With his other hand, he whisked the nightie over her hips, and when she lifted them, he slid the fabric higher until it cleared her shoulders. Tossing the nightie aside, he straddled her. "Better be careful with that promise."

He wouldn't take advantage of her promise, she knew that.

Not outside of the bedroom. In bed, he might. And the idea shivered a thrill through her.

"Anything," she gasped as he devoured her nipple. His cheeks caved in from the ardor of his suckling. She tunneled her fingers through his hair. "Please, Gavin. Please."

He crawled down her body, kissing and licking and nibbling as he moved. His hands glided down her arms as slowly as his mouth traveled down her body. His tongue dived into her belly button and flicked side to side. She writhed beneath him, pleading for more with her incoherent noises. How could any woman stay coherent with a man like him tormenting her body?

With a ravenous groan, he shimmied lower and lower, his hot tongue sampling her skin along the way. His breaths tickled the hairs of her mound, making her back arch and her fingers clench the covers harder. He took hold of her hips and then he moved between her thighs, his mouth poised over her folds. Her clit throbbed, craving his mouth.

She spread her legs wider, her breaths shortening into pants.

He took deliberate breaths, his hooded gaze riveted to her folds, his lips parted. With two fingers, he gently spread her flesh. He puckered his lips to blow a stream of cool air on her slick, burning skin.

He rasped his tongue over her nub.

"Gavin, please, hurry."

"What's the rush?" he said in a low and sensual voice. "We've got all night."

"I'll lose my mind if you donnae —"

He sealed his mouth around her clitoris, whisking his tongue back and forth, scraping his teeth over her flesh. When she bucked her hips, he pressed down with his hands to pin her to the bed. She didn't care how desperate she sounded, moaning and whimpering and begging for more, because his mouth was driving her insane. He lashed his tongue, drew hard on her clit, and released it to drag his tongue down and back up her cleft, then swirled it around and around her hard nub. When he let go of one hip to slip his hand between her thighs and tease her entrance with two fingers, she stopped breathing.

But when he thrust those fingers inside her and his mouth consumed her clitoris, she exploded.

The climax wrenched her entire body, hurling her outside of herself and straight into heaven, the joy of release too powerful to survive. She must've spun right into the clouds of the afterlife, weightless and free, until his lips on her cheek pulled her back into her body. He whispered endearments into her ear, but she couldn't comprehend them.

"Jamie, sweet Jamie," he said, nuzzling her cheek. "My Scottish angel, my heart and soul."

As her breathing slowed and her heart stopped thrashing in her chest, she marveled at the words he murmured to her. Never had he said such loving and unmanly things. He'd called her "babe" a few times, but never his Scottish angel or… What had he said?My heart and soul.

His erection raked across her belly.

Though she longed to talk about this change in him, she wanted him inside her even more. They could talk after.

Her heart thudded. She wanted to talk? That orgasm must've short-circuited her brain.

Or else it showed her the truth at last.

A wire had tangled itself around her heart lately. Tonight, he had unwound it. Emotion swelled inside her, and she couldn't fight the words any longer. She didn't want to, and she could no longer pretend she needed only sex from him. Giving up her plan, it frightened her. And yet, being with Gavin made her feel safe.

She folded her arms around him and turned her face into his cheek, her mouth near his ear. "I love you."

"I love you too. God, I love you."

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