Page 75 of Wild Scottish Rose

“I’m sorry, I can’t help myself. I just… I want all of you,” Owen gasped, licking his way down my stomach, and I shivered as he slipped my underwear off. He gave me no time to think, returning his attention so quickly to me that I arched my back off the bed and shouted when he slid two fingers inside me and found me with his mouth. Instantly, the wet heat of his tongue shot me over the edge, and I came apart, unraveling around him as he drove me home. My body shook as he played me, like a master musician plays an instrument, and I sat up, struggling with the dress around my arms.

“Untie me, untie me,” I begged, awkwardly knocking his head with my flailing arms. Owen laughed, grabbing my arms to stop the jerky movements, and untangled me from the fabric. Once free, I launched myself at him, surprising him, and we tumbled down to the floor.

“Oof!” Owen, laughed, catching me as I landed on top of him.

“I need to touch you,” I panted, sinking into a kiss that made my thoughts blur around the edges.

“By all means.” Owen smiled that wicked smile of his. “Be my guest.”

I needed no further prodding. I didn’t trust myself to do one of those cool moves in the movies where the girl ripped the guy's shirt open and buttons went flying, because knowing my clumsiness, I’d likely hit him in the eye with a button or accidentally choke him as I was trying to take it off. Instead, I slowly unbuttoned his shirt, kissing my way down his chest until I reached his belt buckle. Freeing him from his jeans, I tossed them aside and knelt over him, my eyes widening.

“You’re, well, you’ve certainly got something to beproud of, don’t you?” I admired him, stroking his length, and cutting off his chuckle by taking him into my mouth. Now it was his turn to buck against me as I took my damned time, enjoying being the one in control for once. Owen had done nothing but throw me off-kilter since the moment I’d met him, and now I wanted to be the one in charge.

“Eeek,” I squealed when Owen lifted me off him. Damn, but he was strong. He put me on the bed and pointed at me.

“Stay.” Once again, a demand.

“Yes, sir.” I tried for breathy but just ended up laughing at myself. Right, sex kitten I was not, but either way, I was having a hell of a good time. Owen dug in his pack and pulled out a strip of condoms before ripping one off and sheathing himself.

My body shook, hating his loss, and relief rushed through me when he returned quickly to the bed and covered me. I discovered that I loved his weight pressing down on me, pinning me to the bed, and I widened my legs as he teased me.

“I can’t stop thinking about you, Shona,” Owen said, his eyes so close that I could just make out little flecks of gold in their depths. “You’re the first thing I think about in the morning, and the last thing I think about before I go to bed. You haunt my dreams. I drive an hour out of my way to get you flowers.”

“Owen,” I breathed, touched. My heart melted into a puddle.

“I’m crazy about you,” Owen said, and I caught thatfleeting look of vulnerability in his eyes. “Tell me it’s not just me. Tell me you feel it too.”

“I do,” I whispered against his mouth, his kisses turning wet and loose as he drove into me, filling me so deeply that I gasped for breath, my body loosening and adjusting to him before tightening once more. We matched each other, thrust for thrust, whispering words of yearning, promises to be fulfilled, until we met each other and fell off the cliff together, riding the waves of pleasure until we collapsed, spent.

It only took about a minute before my awkwardness set in.

“Should I … I should probably go, no? Let you get your rest?” I mean, the man was renting this cottage from me. I shouldn’t force him to share the bed.

Owen simply angled his head from where he lay flat on his back, his chest heaving.

“If you set one foot off this bed, I’m going to be on you so fast, you won’t know what hit you. And this time, I won’t play nice.”

“That was nice?” I asked, secretly pleased that he wanted me to stay.

“It was medium nice. But I can be a lot less polite. And I will be if you try to leave. Don’t piss me off when I’m enjoying my afterglow, Shona.”

“Duly noted. Are there rules I should be writing down then? Don’t make Owen angry after sex?” I pretended to jot the rule down in the air.

“Less talking during the afterglow would also be nice,” Owen mumbled, and I gasped, smacking him on the chest.

“Hey!”

“Oh, so you’re one of those, are you?” Owen sighed and rolled to me, fitting his body over mine once more, and I gaped up at him.

“One of those what?” I asked, both intrigued and annoyed as I thought about him with other women.

“You’re chatty after sex. It revs you up. See, with guys, it just makes us all lethargic and chill, but with women…well, it depends.”

“I can’t believe you right now.” Annoyed, I made to shove him off me, but he didn’t budge. “Talking about other women while on top of me.”

“It was a general observation, Shona.” Owen licked at my neck, sending shivers across my skin, and my eyes widened as I felt him harden against me again.

So he was one of those.

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