Page 75 of Wild Scottish Fortune

“Oh, Fin, oh, I’m close,” I cried, grabbing his hair and holding his face close, not even caring that I was now rocking against his face, riding his hand, needing him to bring me to completion. When he pulled back, I whimpered.

“Not yet, darling.”

“Noooooo,” I moaned, my body shaking with need, unable to believe how quickly I’d been close to orgasming. Fin had the gall to wink at me and I glared at him.

“Get back to work,” I ordered, surprising even myself, but damn it, I craved that orgasm I could feel hanging close.

He laughed and I wanted to punch him.

“Oh I plan to. But darling, the first time you come for me is going to be when I’m buried so deep inside you that all you can think about or feel is me.”

Oh, when he presented it like that, I could see the merits.

“I can promise that the only one I was thinking about was you,” I insisted, my legs shaky as I rolled my hips forward, hopeful for more. Fin bent, kissing his way down my inner thighs, and I sighed, thinking I was getting my way. When I heard rustling, I peered down to see him pulling a condom from his wallet.

“Come here,” Fin said, after he’d protected us, and gripped my hips. Moving forward, I straddled him and moaned as I felt him at my entrance. Shifting, I tried to take him inside me, but he held me still, his eyes on mine. Leaning forward, Fin captured my lips in a searing kiss.

“Mine,” Fin said against my mouth, and my breath left me as he slid deep inside of me.

Holy hell, but I needed him. All of him. I hadn’t known it, not until this, that he would consume me so. My body stretched around his hard length, and I moaned into his mouth, gasping as he rocked his hips up into me, the pleasure excruciating. Desire built once more, and I mewled into his mouth, sucking his tongue as I rocked on him, my orgasm looming close. Just as I was about to shatter around him, he pulled me off.

“No,” I cried out, knocking my foreheadagainst his. “No, no, no.”

“Not yet, darling.”

Fin shocked me by lifting me, shifting down on the couch so his face was between my legs, and then his mouth was on me, his tongue slick with my need. I jolted forward, whimpering as I rode his face, needing the release he promised me. Never had I been so enthralled with a man before and when I almost broke, he pulled back.

“I think I hate you,” I declared, furious that he was withholding my pleasure.

“No, you don’t.” Fin grinned as he gripped my hips, expertly bringing me back to his length, teasing me.

“Yes, I do.” I might, if he kept this up, and Fin threw his head back and laughed before kissing me until I couldn’t think straight.

“Gorgeous Orla, my stunningly tough warrior. Look at me.”

I didn’t want to. Caught between fury and desire, I wanted to ride him until all I could feel was pleasure rocketing through my body. Instead he held still, his gaze on mine, forcing me to connect.

“Say you’re mine,” Fin said, still not allowing me to slide onto him.

“Fin,” I gasped, my body shaking with need.

“Say it,” Fin demanded, refusing to let me take him inside, his arms like steel around my hips.

“You’re…” I gasped as he nudged me, little bolts of pleasure shooting through me.

“I’m what, Orla?” Fin rocked gently, teasing me with his tip, waiting until he got what he wanted.

I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want it too.

“I’m yours,” I said, giving up, giving in, knowing I was falling over that edge anyway.

“That’s right, Orla. You’re mine. You’re my every fantasy and I finally found you.” With that, he drove into me, and our eyes caught as pleasure took us both at the same time, our bodies convulsing together as the promise we made to each other blossomed.

Somehow, even when I’d thought I’d been in control, I never really had been. Or maybe we both were or not at all. Was that what love was? Giving over of control? Or was that simply just good partnership? I buried my face in his neck, not sure what to do next. I’d just bared myself for him and now I wasn’t quite sure how to proceed now that we’d finished.

“Do you like pizza?”

“Pizza?” I looked up at him, confused.

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