Page 64 of The Rescue

He dips down so my eyes travel up to his big beautiful eyes, his face is still slightly sullen.

“I’m really sorry about last night, I never wanted you to feel like that. That will be one of my biggest regrets not acting in that moment. I hope over time you can forgive me for being a fucking fool.” His face is serious, and I can see the regret in his eyes.

His jade green eyes twinkle against the fairy lights outside the parish hall, and I start to slowly forgive him. He’s so sensitive, so complex, and so handsome.

“I’ll understand if you don’t want anything to do with m—”

I grab him by the shirt and kiss him with need. I’m done talking about this, about our fears of commitment, about what could happen between us. I want to live in the moment even if just for one night. I’m willing to take that risk. We’ve played this back and forth game for too long now.

He kisses me back hard and a small groan rumbles in his chest. He wraps his strong arms around my waist and lifts me slightly off the ground. Our bodies are pressed up against each other. I can feel his heart beating hard against my breasts. Our kiss is passionate and leaves us both breathless. He slowly puts me down on the ground but doesn’t take his hands off me. He looks down at me with a seductive smile, and my knees nearly buckle.

“Do you want to go back inside?”

I hear a slight lack of enthusiasm in his voice about going back into the hall as he looks at me with sultry eyes. I feel the burning desire slowly engulf me, and my skin is so sensitive the light brush of his fingers on my face drives me crazy.

“No, I don’t want to go back inside,” I barely get about, before he’s eagerly dragging me away from the parish hall and back to the cafe.

24

Rabbie

I hardly remember how we got back to the cafe,but I do remember how I was filled with jealous rage when I saw Angus Anderson put his grubby little hands on her. How seeing her dance with him made me want to rip my eyes out.

I know I closed up last night, but tonight I’m not holding back. We crash through the back door of the cafe, a tumbling mess. I swiftly kick the door shut behind us. Our hands are roaming over each other as we kiss each other with so much need that I’m scared I’m going to leave bruises on her lips.

Her soft little moans are driving me crazy. I need to remind myself to not lose control but, fuck she’s been on my mind since she came crashing through the door on that windy day.

She’s pawing at my chest, tugging at my shirt but I want to enjoy her first. I’ve made up too many scenarios in my head for this to be over quickly, I’m going to take my time. I grab her by the thighs and pick her up. Her legs wrap around my waist, asI walk over to the large stainless steel kitchen island. We don’t take our lips off each other as I gently sit her down on the counter top. The playful look on her face is all too enjoyable. I’ve been obsessing over this since the first week I met her.

A playful look spreads across her face as she bites her bottom lip. I run my fingers over her bottom lip and down over her chin. Her breath hitches as I slowly trail my fingers down through the opening in her shirt, and over her delicate collarbone. She’s fidgety, and I like to see her like this, needy and wanting.

I run my hands up her legs, and under her tartan skirt, her legs are silky soft and warm. She can’t take her eyes off where my hands are travelling too. I can hear her laboured breath as she nudges against me. Fuck, I’m so hard for her. I’m going to try and keep my calm and take my time but I’m a ball of nerves. I haven’t been with a woman in a long time. I’ve had a few casual relationships my younger years but I never took it any further than that. And since I’ve become the owner of Sweet Treats, it’s been well over a year or more. I can’t remember exactly.

I want to make this moment last so I go through the memorised recipes in my head, just to keep some control. I push her knees wide, and she gasps with an excited look on her face. The green in her eyes has disappeared and she’s looking at me like a feral cat. She bites her lip and smiles at me.

A fire lights within me, and the overwhelming need for her takes over me.

“I need to taste you, mo beag,”

I catch a sparkle in her eyes as she leans back on her elbows on top of the stainless steel island. She places her feet wide on the counter top, spreading herself for me. Of course, she’s wearing those fucking cowboy boots. My knees feel weak, and my heart rate is going at a rapid pace. I push her tartan skirt up higher, and my breath catches when I get a glimpse of her blue lace thong.

“Blue, for Scotland,” she laughs.

A small smile pulls at my lips. I run my hands up over her knees and the inside of her thighs. I can feel her vibrating with anticipation. I finally make my way up to her hips and hook her thong, she lifts up for me so I can pull them down over her legs. I throw the blue thong on the floor, not taking my eyes of hers. I step back and take her in. And what a fucking sight she is.

“You look so fucking beautiful, spread out on my kitchen island, mo beag,” I tell her.

Her eyes widened, and her throat works hard to swallow.

My mouth begins to water at the sight of her wet centre. She hasn’t taken her eyes off me once. I can tell she’s holding her breath like I am. And I can hear a whooshing breath leave her body.

I step forward, sink to my knees, and bury my head between her legs. I thought her sweet vanilla scent was the best thing, but the scent of her arousal is much more intoxicating. I kiss the inside of her thigh and she quivers under my lips. I’m going to tease her a little bit first, just like she’s been unconsciously teasing me for weeks, and a little punishment is deserved for the stun she played in the parish hall. My kiss is quickly followed by a bite to her soft inner thigh. She yelps loudly, and jerks from the unexpectedness of my bite. I place my hand on her and hold her still on the kitchen island. I find a deep pleasure in her restlessness. I can tell she’s been needing this for so long by the way she’s squirming under my touch.

“You have no idea how fucking delicious you look, mo beag.” I take a deep inhale of her arousal.

“Then hurry up,” she pants.

I smile against her inner thigh from her impatience. I kiss her softly again before looking up at her.

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