Page 73 of Wild Scottish Fortune

“If you’re suggesting what I’m thinking, then yes, one thousand percent you can be in control.” I raised my hands and then made a great show of sitting on them. “There. See? All yours. Please. Show me anything you’d like.”

“Nobody has ever just let me…explore before.” Excitement flashed and I bit back a groan as Orla shifted, reaching out to trace a hand across my chest. She sent me a flirtatious look, still biting that gorgeous lower lip, and a shiver of anticipation ran through me. I hadn’t expected this side of her, and it was another aspect to Orla that I found myself falling for.

She had a mischievous side, it seemed.

“I told you that I would give you anything you liked. Explore away. I’m yours.”

My heart is yours. My body is yours. My future is yours.

I left that part unsaid, my pulse picking up as she unbuttoned my shirt, trailing a finger across my chest and down to my pants, where I wasvery clearlyaffected by her touch.

“You’re so strong. Stronger than you look,” Orla said, bringing both hands to my chest to stroke my muscles, and I grinned at her.

“Us posh lads do love a personal trainer.”

At that she paused, her mouth gaping open.

“You do not have a personal trainer.”

“I don’t, no. But I’ll get one if it keeps you touching me this way.”

Her lips curled up in a sultry smile and she shifted to straddle me, and I groaned as she settled over my hard length, still imprisoned in my trousers. Rocking slightly, she made a soft cooing sound of delight that would forever be imprinted on my brain.

“This feels nice.”

“It does at that.” I gritted my teeth, calling on my power to keep my hands under my legs, even though I wanted nothing more than to touch her until she cried out in ecstasy. Instead, I waited, allowing her to discover my body at her whim, and prayed that I wouldn’t embarrass myself in my pants as her fingers stroked my skin gently.

“Is it hard for you? When I do this?” Orla rocked over me, a teasing light in her eyes, before lowering her lips an inch from mine.

“I’m hard for you, if that’s what you’re asking.” I grinned as she chuckled, and then her lips were on mine, and I groaned into her mouth. She deepened the kiss, her tongue slipping inside, and desire shot through me as herslick tongue toyed with mine. I sucked gently, her soft mewl of surprise delighting me, and I wanted to thrust upward, to rub myself against her core. Instead, I stayed still, though it was becoming difficult to breathe, as our kiss intensified.

Orla broke away, burying her face in my neck, gasping as she continued to roll her hips over me, her body showing her what she wanted even if her heart wasn’t ready for it. She was all strength and beauty, a powerhouse of a woman, and I wanted to sink myself inside her until the only words on her lips were my name.

She pulled back, removing herself from my body as she stood, and I almost whimpered I was so desperate for her hands on me. But still I sat on my hands, not touching, keeping my promise to her.

“You’ll really let me do what I want, won’t you? And I’ll be in full control?”

“I’ll give you anything you want, Orla.” I’d meant the words when I said them, and I’d repeat them a thousand times over if she needed to hear it.

“I want to taste you.” Orla licked her lips and the blood drained from my face as a rush of desire washed over me so hard that I swear I had wee dots dance across my vision from need. “I want my mouth on you.”

“By all means,” I said, gritting my teeth. “Be my guest.”

Orla dropped to her knees in front of me, and I lifted my hips as she unbuckled my trousers, pulling them and my pants down my legs. I sprung free and I swear I almost lost it when she smiled, kneeling between my legs, my hard length at her lips.

When she took me inside, her soft lips encasing me, aslippery slide of wet heat on my hard length, I almost shouted. I wanted to close my eyes, to loll my head back and stare at the ceiling, anything to make this experience go on longer. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t look away from where this entrancing woman took her power by pleasuring me. Unable to touch, only able to watch, caught on the slippery slope into love, it was the most erotic experience I’d had in my life.

Her small hand cupped me, fingers surrounding my length, and stroked, making soft sounds of pleasure that vibrated against me, her tongue wet against my skin. She sucked, the motion pulling deep, and I groaned, wanting to bury my hands in her hair. Over and over she licked and explored, leisurely taking her pleasure, while I did everything in my power to pull myself back from orgasm. I never wanted this moment to end.

Was there ever anything as beautiful as watching a woman take power in the bedroom? Granted, we weren’t in the bedroom, but even so, I’d never expected this of Orla. The more she explored, the more excited she became, her body writhing on the floor as her kisses intensified, until she suddenly pulled back, her mouth making a soft popping sound when she stopped.

Her lips were slick, and I held my breath, wanting to kiss her so badly it made my stomach clench with pain.

“I want more,” Orla whispered.

“Whatever you want,” I promised her, wincing at the need that filled me. “But bloody hell, Orla, will you let me touch you? I’m dying over here.”

Sweat had broken out on my brow, and I was physically shaking with my need to touch her.

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