Page 57 of Wild Scottish Fortune

“Don’t we?”

“We most definitely do not.” Orla emphasized each word.

“We see each other most days. We enjoy each other’s company. We’re attracted to each other. And we’ve kissed.The kind of kiss that will keep me up for many a night aching for more.”

Orla’s perfect pink mouth rounded into an O.

“Or maybe it wasn’t as good a kiss for you? Should we try once again?”

“What? No, it was great. I mean, wait…” Orla waved her hands in front of her face, fanning her skin. “My brain is short-circuiting.”

“Is it because of my masculine presence? I do tend to overwhelm the ladies with my charisma.” I flexed an arm muscle and Orla made a sound somewhere between a laugh and a choke.

“Should we try again? See if we both think it is just as good?”

“For what purpose?” Orla asked.

“For enjoyment? For fun?”

“Fun?” Orla arched a brow at me.

“Don’t you find kissing to be fun?”

“I don’t know that I’ve given it much thought, but yes, I guess kissing is fun.”

“Well, you’ve finished work for the day, haven’t you? That would mean time for fun.”

“My after-work projects are crochet and listening to serial killer podcasts.”

“Ah yes, I remember. You hold spikey instruments and learn about how people kill each other. A laugh a minute, I’m sure.”

“Cheeky, aren’t you?” Orla narrowed her eyes at me.

“Cute. Endearing. Sexy. Handsome…I’ll also accept those descriptors.”

“Fine, just one. It’s best to get it out of our systems andthen I can rid you of this notion that we’re in a relationship.”

“I wholeheartedly agree with this plan.” I didn’t want to point out the flaw in her logic that kissing someone again rarely disavowed a relationship, as then I’d talk myself out of a kiss, which would just be plain stupid after thinking about it constantly since I’d left her.

I moved slowly, inching slightly forward, and cradled her face in my hands.

“Impossibly beautiful. Your eyes look like mini universes. Incredible, up close, the depth they have.”

“I don’t need pretty words, Fin.”

Oh yes, she most certainly did. Because I suspected that nobody had taken care with her before.

“Luminous skin. I love when it flushes pink after I’ve said something that excites you. Like now.” I brushed a thumb across her bottom lip, and Orla’s eyelashes feathered across her cheeks. “A perfectly pink mouth, with lips made for mine.”

Her breath came out of her lips in a soft whoosh, warm and wet against my finger, and I couldn’t hold back anymore. Leaning forward, I captured her lips with my own, sinking into the kiss as the world stilled around me.

I’d been right to think Loren Brae might become my home. All lingering doubt left my mind as Orla’s kiss ignited me, a need to possess growing inside of me. Angling her head, I deepened the kiss, needing a taste of her. She surprised me, like she had the other night, by meeting me head on, her hands threading through my hair.

It drove me a little wild when a woman grabbed my hair like that.

When she crawled into my lap, straddling me, I let her, just happy to have her closer to me. I brought one arm around her back, supporting her, and traced my hand down her side. She was tiny, but so very strong, and her thighs gripped me as she rocked back and forth, lost in the kiss.

I wanted to spear upward, to drive myself into her, to take us both over the edge that we clearly so craved.

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