Page 60 of Highland Hearts Holiday Bookshop

“Should we?” Rosie asked, her eyes heavy with lust, lipstick smeared around her swollen lips.

“Let me take care of you,” I said, tracing a finger across her pants. Silk here too. “You’re close.”

“But … what about you?”

“Shhh. The rules of mistletoe are very clear,” I said as I slipped a finger beneath the silk and found her ready and wanting.

“The rules address this situation?” Rosie arched her hips forward, giving me better access, her wet heat almost undoing me.

“Of course. The lady shall always have her pleasure.”

“Oh, I can get on board with those rules.” The last word trailed off in a moan as I curled my fingers inside of her, reaching that perfect spot that made her thighs tremble. I stroked leisurely, bending forward to lick my way across her neck, as Rosie bucked her hips against my hand.

“There’s a bonnie lass,” I breathed at her neck. “I’ve been wanting to touch you all night.”

“You have?” Rosie gasped, squirming as I increased my pace, my mind short-circuiting at how wet and tight she was.

“Aye, lass. This silk skirt and those red lips? I’ve barely been able to look at you for fear of embarrassing myself.” Her legs clenched, another soft moan slipping from her lips, and I kissed her. “Let go, lass.”

Rosie licked into my mouth as I took her over the edge, her soft body shaking as she rode the wave of pleasure, her lips hungry on mine. I waited until she’d relaxed against me, and then removed my hand and straightened, beaming down at her. Bringing my fingers up, I licked them, and she gasped. Her eyes fixated on where I lazily tasted her on my hand, and it took everything in my power not to ask her to give more of herself to me.

Never had I seen a sexier woman than Rosie—skin flushed, silky skirt pulled up to reveal soft thighs, lipstick smeared across her lips. Her eyes were sated, her expression loose and happy, and I wanted to pick her up and carry her to the bedroom and dive into all that softness and beauty. It had been over three years sinceI’d had sex, and before Rosie landed in Kingsbarns, there hadn’t been a woman who’d even tempted me to look twice. And it wasn’t only because of the demise of my marriage. I’d felt lost, hurt, angry…all the feelings associated with divorce. And yet, when Rosie arrived, it was as if my eyes had been finally opened again.

What is it about this woman that makes her impossible to resist?But she only wanted to be friends, so I might never find out what she felt like wrapped around me.And if I don’t stop going down that path mentally, we’ll never leave this room.

Shite. There were four crazy women outside that door…here to talk Christmas windows.Can’t get less sexy than that.

“We should get back out there.” I jerked my thumb toward the door.

“Shit, I totally forgot the Book Bitches. They’ll be knocking down this door soon if we don’t come out.” Fear crossed Rosie’s face.

“They absolutely will. You know they’re not above stealing a peek.”

“Oh, they totally would.” Rosie groaned, and then looked up at me, laughter on her face. “You’re covered in lipstick. They’ll know what we’ve been doing.”

“I think they’ll suspect it anyway.”

Rosie reached up and rubbed her thumb across my face. Our eyes caught and held, and I turned my face to kiss her hand.

“Oh Alexander, what am I going to do with you? We’re supposed to be just friends.”

“We are,” I promised her. Anything to keep her happy.

“Friends who kiss?”

“That was more than a kiss,” I pointed out and her cheeks flushed.

“Friends with benefits?” Rosie asked.

“If that’s what you want.” I bit the inside of her palm and her mouth dropped open, her thighs clenching around me once more. Bloody hell, it would take all my power to walk out of here without asking for more. As it was, I’d need a few moments to cool down before I could go out in public.

“I think I might. I think I just might.”

“We can try it out. See how it goes.” I’d never considered suggesting friends with benefits, but maybe Rosie had the right of it. It might fulfill our needs without forcing us into an actual relationship that neither of us wanted to be in. An image of her on a date with the Boston lad brought a scowl to my face. “So long as you don’t have this arrangement with others.”

“I’ve been here a week. How many arrangements do you think I have?” Rosie demanded, easing back from me and sliding her skirt down her legs.

“Your friend did suggest you ride a train of men through town.”

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