Page 111 of A First Sight

I gave her a kiss. “While I was waiting for you at the station, I talked to a guy from the evidence room, andconvincedhim to speed up the process. They just delivered it.”

“Youaremy Scottish hero,” she said as she returned my kiss.

“You know, before we left for the cabin, I called a violin restaurare in Italy, and he promised me he can restore your mom’s Stradivarius back to its original shape.” I kissed her again. “Maggie, let me send it to him.”

She wrapped her arms around me, as I felt her tears. “Thank you, Drake. Yes. You’ve given me the best day in my life.”

We sat for a moment, and as we settled on the couch, the violin case safely put away, we drank our wine in silence for a few minutes before she turned to me.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I shouldn’t have left without a word or a note.” She shook her head. “I should’ve talked to you, discussed what I wanted to do. Even if you would’ve talked me out of it.”

“I probably would’ve followed your lead, no matter what.” I leaned over and brushed a few stray hairs back from her face. “Please never scare me like that again. If you’re going to do something dangerous, I want to be there with you.” I locked eyes with her. “Because I love you, aye?”

Color flooded her cheeks. “I promise. Because I love you too.” She smiled. “Aye?”

“You do?” I cupped her face between my hands. “You don’t have to say it just because I did.”

“I don’t say things I don’t mean,” she said.

“Neither do I,” I murmured before covering her mouth with mine.

The decadent flavors of her and wine burst across my tongue, sending my blood rushing to my cock. I pulled her soft, heavy locks from the twist and let them spill across my skin. The faint scent of her strawberry hair products still lingered.

Her tongue slid along mine, the two twisting together as she grabbed my shirt, tugged on it. I broke the kiss long enough to pull it off and took her mouth again. Her hands slid down my torso, leaving fiery trails behind. I lost myself in her kiss. I didn’t want her to stop. But when her fingers neared my wound, I involuntarily flinched.

She froze.

I pulled back enough to rest my forehead against hers. “Please, love. I’m fine.”

“You’re hurt.”

“The only thing that’ll keep me from making love to you right now is if you don’t want it,” I said firmly.

The turquoise depths of her eyes had darkened to the color of the sea. Desire written there, clear for anyone to see.

“Let me make love to you.” I ran my thumb along her bottom lip, groaning as her tongue darted out, flicking against my skin.

“Only if we go to the bedroom, so we have more room,” she said. Her eyes heated with desire.

I smiled and pressed my lips to hers in a brief kiss. “Okay.”

Lacing her fingers between mine, she stood and led me to the bedroom.

“On the bed,” I said as I removed my clothes. “I plan on tasting every inch of you.”

She made a soft, pleasing sound, and I breathed a sigh of relief, knowing she wouldn’t argue.

As she stretched out on the bed, I climbed on, waiting until she was settled before I reached for the belt of her robe and tugged it free. I watched as I parted the fabric, exposing her soft, porcelain skin. Tight breasts that were a perfect handful tipped with peach-colored nipples that hardened as I watched. A flat stomach and trimmed curls between slender legs.

“Beautiful,” I breathed as I slid my hands up her legs before nudging them apart. I dipped a finger into her pussy, making her catch her breath, then raised my hand to my mouth. She watched with heated eyes as I licked my finger. “Delicious.”

A flush bloomed on her face and chest, sending a rush of arousal through me. I loved making her blush. “You don’t need to be embarrassed. It was a compliment.”

“I guess I’m still a little shy.”

“You deserve to enjoy this as much as I do. You’re beautiful, and I worship the ground you walk on.”

I gazed at her with hooded eyes as I slid down. I put her legs over my shoulders, my wounded side protected, as I positioned my mouth over her hot little pussy and looked up the line of her body to meet her eyes. While she watched, I ran my tongue from bottom to top in one long lick. She shuddered, her hands convulsing on the blanket beneath us.

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