Page 20 of 40 and Flashing (the Scotsman)
She didn’t think she’d turn him down.
As Kevin prepped his house for the finale, she tried to resist the urge to squirm against Gavin. Was it getting hot in here? Please, don’t let that be a hot flash creeping up. Which reminded her, had she shaved her legs—and other important things— in the shower this morning? Was she really having this internal monologue while Gavin seemed completely absorbed in the movie? She needed to get ahold of herself before she got her hopes up about things she really didn’t need to be thinking about right at this moment.
Onscreen, Kevin grasped his brother’s tarantula and placed it on the robber’s face. Gavin laughed so hard at the man’s scream that she thought he might fall off the couch. His amusement had her chuckling right alongside him.
“You were probably exactly like Kevin as a kid, weren’t you?”
Grappling his laughter under control, Gavin shook his head. “No, my da wouldn’t have put up with any nonsense. But what little boy didn’t dream of playing pirates? Protecting his booty, setting booby traps for the enemy?” He turned his back on the screen, snuggled down on the couch, and laid his head on her chest, wide, innocent eyes staring up at her. “Then we got older and fell into other booby traps.”
A bark of laughter left her. “That is a terrible pun. Just terrible.”
He rubbed his chin lightly over her breast, the hard line of his jaw catching her suddenly hard nipple through her shirt. “It made ya laugh, didn’ it? It couldn’t have been that bad then.”
Her breath cut off in her throat. That touch… Laughter forgotten, she stared into those wicked amber eyes and forgot all the questions and concerns and silly little scenarios rolling through her head. All that mattered was that look and those lips and getting more of that touch.
“Gavin…”
Reaching up, he tangled his fingers into her hair and urged her head down to meet his. “Scarlett.”
Their breath mingled as lips brushed lightly against each other. Gavin’s tongue flicked against her bottom lip. “Come down here.”
She scooched down until their bodies aligned perfectly. Gavin curled one leg over hers and pulled until their limbs were scissored together. Against the front of her thigh, a hard length made itself known.
So he hadn’t been as involved in the movie as she’d thought. When she pressed her thigh against him, Gavin’s eyes closed, a flush of desire rising along his cheekbones. “Ye’re dangerous, lass.”
Her lips tugged up into a smile. “I don’t think it’s me who’s dangerous. When I said you were lethal this afternoon, I meant it.” He was. Pressed between him and the back of the couch, overwhelmed by his body, his scent, his sheer presence, she knew for a fact that she’d been right—and now all she wanted to do was revel in it. In him.
Gavin pushed one arm beneath her neck, hooking it around to hold her upper body firmly against him. The other hand went to her hip, gripping, then down to her ass. “Ye’re a luscious handful, Scarlett.” He squeezed. “Ya feel good against me.”
She did a little exploring of her own, found the hem of his Henley, and slid her hand beneath it. His back was smooth, warm. Hard. Digging her fingers in barely made an impression. She arched closer. “You do too.”
He didn’t waste any more time on compliments, for which she was grateful. His mouth descended on hers, and then she was experiencing his kiss again—that mobile mouth, the taste of chocolate and something distinctly him, that agile tongue. She loved kissing, and Gavin was the best kiss she’d ever received. Time passed, seconds falling into each other without awareness as she lost herself in that kiss. Only his touch on her bare skin brought her back to reality.
One firm hand slid beneath her shirt, long fingers gliding along her side. Up, then down. Up, then down. So close to where she truly wanted him, but so far away at the same time.
“Is this all right?” he asked.
She bit her lip. Nodded. Her body rolled into him, undulating in a way she couldn’t control. “More, Gavin.”
He grinned. Coming up on his elbow, he ducked his head into the hollow of her neck and shoulder and began to nibble along the sensitive skin there. Scarlett threw her head back, giving him room, delighting in the zing of pleasure flowing from her throat to her nipples to her core. And when his hand swept up to her breast? She groaned. “Yes.”
Gavin nudged aside the fabric, his fingers finding her bare tip. A cry left her as he pinched the rigid nub. Her fingernails dug into his back.
The doorbell rang.
Both of them froze. Surely she hadn’t heard that. No way would someone be dropping by her houseright now,right when she and Gavin were about to—
Ding-dong.
“Shit.” Gavin shuddered against her.
Her thought exactly.
“Can we get away with ignorin’ them?”
She clenched her eyes shut. “TV’s on. Lights are on. I’d say no.”
A knock sounded on the door. “Gavin! Scarlett!”
