Page 25 of 40 and Flashing (the Scotsman)
Before she could respond, the carriage rocked to a halt. Glancing up, she saw that they were outside her house. “Delivery service?”
“Thank God,” Gavin said.
He had her out of the carriage and had tipped the driver within half a minute. With a sharp wave, he dragged her toward the door. She’d have laughed if she didn’t feel equally as urgent about things.
Inside, she locked the door, turned, and found Gavin tearing off his outer layers. “This first time might be fast,” he said, fingers fumbling the buttons of his shirt.
“Not too fast, I hope.” She joined him in stripping.
“I haven’t worried about bein’ too fast since secondary school behind the gymnasium, but ya do something to me, lass.”
She nearly preened. She did preen when she slipped her dress from her shoulders, allowing the heavy material to slide down her skin, revealing the silky emerald lace bra she wore. The matching panties and garter belt came next, then silk hosiery. Gavin hissed.
“Those better come off,” he warned, nodding toward her legs. “I don’ want to tear them.”
A shiver went through her, but she made an equal show of removing the delicate silk, easing it down each leg before doing the same with the garter belt. When that cleared her feet, Gavin allowed a rough curse free and gripped her hand. They were heading for her bedroom so fast the walls actually spun.
Christmas lights twinkled outside her bedroom window, illuminating the way as they crossed to her bed. Gavin threw the covers back before laying her out for him to admire.
“Such a bonnie lass ya are, Scarlett. My sweetheart.” He traced a finger from the center of her throat, between her breasts, down her stomach to the edge of her panties. “Let me have these.”
She lifted her hips, allowing him to pull the cloth down her legs. Her breasts shimmied with the movement, her heart racing, her stomach fluttering with anticipation, and between her legs…God, she was so wet. So needy. Come to think of it, it might not be Gavin who went too fast.
In the near darkness, Gavin straightened next to the bed and shoved down his boxers. Soft white light illuminated the ridges of his muscles, the wide shoulders and chest, the heavy thighs. And between those thighs… She reached for him.
He grinned at her greed but didn’t deny her. Instead he crawled onto the bed on all fours, giving her complete access. When she wrapped her hand around his cock, he groaned loud and long. “Aye, just like that,” he whispered, voice like gravel. “Don’ be shy now. I’m wantin’ ya just as bad.”
And to prove it, he centered himself over her and pulled the cups of her bra down, not even bothering with the clasp. When one nipple popped free, his mouth was there, drawing her in, taking as much as he could get with each hard suck. Scarlett arched with a cry, desperate to give him more. He made quick work of the other side, then moved between them, giving her breasts equal treatment that drove her nearly to the edge.
She dragged her fingernails lightly up the rigid length of his cock. “Gavin, please.”
His teeth scraped her nipple. Her core clenched hard.
“Please, now.” She didn’t want to orgasm without him inside her. “I need it.”
Raising his head, he looked hard at her before nodding. A quick glance over the side of the bed drew a curse.
“What is it?”
Gavin hopped up and sprinted for the door. “Be right back.”
She had no more than a minute to wonder what he was after before he returned, a foil packet between his fingers. She grinned. “Forgot something, did you?”
“Luckily no’ fer long.” He tore open the foil and wrapped the condom carefully down his beautiful cock. When he climbed back onto the bed, she had her arms open for him.
“Bet one of yer heroes never forgot the rubbers,” he muttered against her breast. Teeth scraped her nipple gently, and then he was back to sucking.
“Lots of things don’t happen in romance novels,” she admitted distractedly. “Doesn’t ruin the real thing.” Because the real thing was pretty damn fantastic.
Gavin laid his weight down on her, and everything inside her went still, absorbing the feel of him, glorying in his weight. She wrapped her arms around his back and pulled him even closer. Gavin switched to her opposite breast, and she surged up beneath him, a thrill shaking her when he barely moved.
“Gavin.” Her fingernails scraped against the skin of his back, and she trailed them down, down, down until she could palm the firm globes of his ass. Her legs parted instinctively, letting him in. “Gavin.”
He knew what she needed. Curving his back, he slid his cock between her legs. She brought her knees up, her heels urging him forward.
He raised his head. “All right?”
“God yes.”
