Page 32 of 40 and Flashing (the Scotsman)
She lifted her other foot.
After he removed that shoe—and tossed it—he crawled onto the bed next to her and flopped down to stretch out on his back. “I know what you mean. Lincoln added ten pounds to my waistline, and the dance floor took it away.”
“And those desserts.” Scarlett groaned. “Claire did such a good job.”
“That cake…” Gavin said.
“The crème brûlée…” Scarlet said.
A laugh rumbled through Gavin’s chest. “We’d best just agree that the whole thing was fantastic or we’ll go through the entire menu.”
He had a point.
Gathering what energy she had left, she hiked up the long skirt of her bridesmaid’s dress, got to her knees, and wobbled over to straddle Gavin. He smiled up at her, his lopsided grin tugging at her heart. Bending down, she kissed that grin away.
“Mmm.” He returned the gesture with enthusiasm, his hands going to her hips to hold her in place. “That was nice.”
“I may need a nap before we go any further.” She couldn’t help laughing. “It’s times like these that I feel my age.”
“What do ya mean? We’re in the prime of our lives, darlin’.” He began a soothing rub up and down her thighs that did more than soothe—it shot tingles through her lower body that might have a shot at waking her up a bit if he kept going.
She sat down on his thighs, centering herself above a particularly interesting part of his anatomy, and raised her hands over her shoulders to fish for the zipper to her dress.
Gavin narrowed his eyes. She watched them brighten to light amber as her movements gently rocked her over his cock. One hand rose to her cheek, his thumb rubbing along the soft skin there. “I love the pink that rises in yer cheeks every time ya get aroused.”
She barked out a laugh at his frank words. “I guess I’m just not used to such a forthright man friend.”
“Man friend.” He frowned. “I’m not sure how I feel about that description. Man friend.” He said the words as if testing them.
“Any other suggestions?”
Gavin opened his mouth, closed it, opened it again. “My brain is too tired to come up with one.”
“Gavin Blackwood, speechless?”
“Not speechless, just…” He ran his hands up her thighs again, this time taking her skirt with them. “Aye, okay, speechless.”
Having wrangled her zipper sufficiently down, Scarlett pulled the sides open in the back and began removing the sleeves. “I don’t blame you. It’s been a long day.”
He reached up, tugging the material down her neck, over her breasts, down to her waist. “But a bonnie one.” Fingertips began to trace circles over her skin.
She closed her eyes, tipping her head back to enjoy the sensation of Gavin’s fingers on her body. A sigh escaped.
“How about a bath?” Gavin asked.
“In the massive tub?” She opened her eyes and grinned down at him. “The one where you first read my book? Then showed up and demanded I fill you in on the rest of the story?”
He spread his hands wide. “And look how that turned out.”
She tipped herself to the side. “How can I resist that invitation?”
The tub truly was massive. As she stripped her dress off, Gavin turned the water on, leaving it to run while he undressed. She was a bit sad to see the tux go—he’d been so sexy in it, like an old-fashioned Bond figure—but seeing him without it was better. Gavin naked was nothing short of a masterpiece. As his shirt came off, she admired the width of his heavy shoulders, the narrow strip of dark hair that ran down his chest, his belly, and farther, into his slacks. He unbuckled his belt, slid his pants down, and she got to drool over his long legs covered in short black hair. He was the epitome of masculine like this, stripped down, primal. She thought she could probably stare at him forever.
Gavin got down to his boxers and moved over to test the water before crossing the bathroom to where she waited. “Turn around.”
She turned. Gavin released the clasp on her bra, allowing it to slide down her arms without help as he kept her breasts in his hands. There was something about the relief of that weight that had her sagging back against him. His fingers began to lightly play with her nipples. The sensation made her core clench.
“I get the feeling you’re a breast man, Gavin.”
