Page 76 of Gift-Wrapped in a Kilt

He touched his lips to hers in a tender kiss rife with a deep longing and a deeper affection. In his kiss, she experienced his feelings for her, everything he'd held back before, and she couldn't stop from infusing her own emotions into the fusing of their lips.

She clenched her fingers in his shirt, plastering her body to his, craving more.

"Jamie," he whispered against her lips. "My sweet Jamie."

"Please," she breathed. "I need you."

He plunged his tongue between her lips, and the kiss exploded into a ravenous melding of their lips and tongues. The silken glide of his tongue intensified into powerful lashes, robbing her of breath and sanity. Liquid heat burgeoned between her thighs, bringing with it a heaviness that settled low in her belly and triggered a deep, hungry ache. He slung an arm around her waist to bind her to his body even as his other hand, already buried in her hair, clutched the back of her head more firmly. He slanted her head back, and she opened her mouth to him even more, without hesitation, relishing the sensation of his tongue penetrating deeper, the flavor of him arousing her so intensely she moaned and flung her arms around his neck.

Groaning, he whisked his hand down and dived it under her dress to grip her bottom.

He tore his mouth away from hers, looking down at her with surprise. "No panties? This is becoming a habit, eh?"

"I was hoping for a repeat of yesterday, and I wanted to be ready for it." She slipped a hand inside her bra, extracting a condom packet. "I came prepared."

He fanned his long fingers over her ass, tugging up until she balanced on the toes of her shoes. "You were sitting there all through dinner with no panties on. Damn, if you'd told me that when I got here, I would've dragged you into the nearest private room an hour ago."

"We're here now."

"Yeah, we are." He shoved his other hand under her dress, and with both palms on her behind, he scooted backward until he could kick the door shut with one foot. "Let's outdo Rory and Emery. Let's fuck in every room in the house, starting with this bathroom, and then move on to the outbuildings."

"Aye, let's do it."

He spun them around and backed her up to the wall. "Need a hand undoing my pants."

"Mm, I'd love to lend a hand." She snaked her fingers between their bodies, found the button of his slacks, and unhooked it. With two fingers, she yanked the zipper down with a sharpzzzztan instant before the ripping sound of her fingers tearing open the condom packet echoed through the space. She rolled the condom onto him swiftly. As she closed her fingers around his erection, she murmured, "Want this."

"Yes, ma'am." He choked when she stroked his length. "You look like an angel, but you're a hungry little sex demon."

"Best feed me, then."

He hoisted her legs up to his hips. "Hold on to me."

Gazing into his eyes, darkened by passion, she knew she would never let him go. She locked her ankles behind his taut buttocks, her arms still linked around his neck.

With one punishing thrust, he consumed her to the hilt. "Ah… you're so hot and wet."

"You make me this way." She gasped when he pulled out partway, then drove his shaft deeper inside. "Only for you."

He slapped his palms on the wall at either side of her head and pumped into her, fast and rough, crushing her to the wall. Her wetness made a sucking sound with each of his thrusts, in time with his grunts, the sounds mingling and reflecting off the walls. Flesh slapped against flesh. The fabric of his slacks scraped against her inner thighs, but the sensation only heightened her need. She bucked her hips into his pistoning movements, clutching him tighter with her legs, her every breath a harsh gasp.

Gavin stopped.

Jamie made a disgruntled noise, her thoughts clouded by a haze of lust. "What…"

Breathing hard, he grazed his lips over hers. "I haven't told you what I'm thankful for."

"Can we do that later?"

He pecked a kiss on the tip of her nose. "I'm thankful for you. Every day. You're the best gift I've ever received, and I will never take you for granted again."

She squirmed, feeling every inch of his rigid cock inside her, and her clitoris throbbed with the driving need to come. "Stop talking. Get back to fucking."

"In a sec." His mouth slid into a lopsided grin. "Will you marry me?"

"You're asking me now?"

"Uh-huh." He swirled his hips, grinding his shaft into her body, teasing a whimper out of her. "Will you marry me, Jamie?"

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