Page 8 of Dear Kilted Scotsman
“But I don’t want you to go,” he admits, but I see the hesitation in the truth of his words the moment it leaves his lips.
"Well, you could have fooled me."
He only shakes his head, apparently not understanding my anger. “I don’t—”
"You can't kiss someone like you did and then turn around and ignore them like you did with me.”
“You think I didn’t like that kiss?” He steps towards me. “Do you know how hard it was not to take you in my arms and kiss you like you’ve never been kissed before.”
“But you ignored me.”
"I had to put some distance between us because I knew if I got close enough to smell the floral scent of your hair, to feel your body close to mine, to taste your sweet lips,” he says, his voice wavering on that last part. “I want you so bad it hurts. And I know I’m not strong enough to hold back when you are so close.”
He wraps one arm around my waist and cups my face with his hand. I can barely pull in a breath when he looks at me like he is right now. He rests his forehead against mine.
“Please stay,” he whispers.
6
BRIANNA
“Okay,” I breathe out, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Are you sure?” he asks, his voice rough with emotion. “I’m not sure I can handle losing you if we go beyond this.”
I'm barely able to nod once before Colin cups my face in his hands and crushes his lips against mine. The pent-up sexual tension that simmered between us all day heats up quickly and boils over.
"Can anyone see us?" I ask as he kisses a scorching hot trail down my neck. I look over his shoulder, but we are far enough away that no one can see us where we are.
But Colin doesn’t take any chances. He cups my ass in his strong hands and lifts me like I weigh nothing. My dress is flowy enough that I’m able to wrap my legs around his waist as he walks us away from the festival and further into the trees.
The press of his hard cock against my aching center with each step intensifies, and I can barely hold back the noises that want to escape me. Colin sets me down on a large rock that is jutting out of the earth. It’s the perfect height for him to press himself between my thighs and thrust against me.
His mouth captures my moans of pleasure as he thrusts against me. But at this moment, I couldn’t care if anyone heard us. All I want is him, and nothing else matters.
I tug at the loose shirt and run my hands up and down the muscled plains of his chest. I reach for his pants' button but remember that he's not wearing pants, but a kilt.
I chuckle to myself, and he pulls his lips away from mine to look me in the eye.
“What’s so funny?” he asks, his tone serious and his expression hesitant.
“I thought the kilt on you was sexy before, but I could get used to this easy access.”
Colin’s eyes soften, and a rumble of a laugh reverberates deep in his chest. “Aye, me too.”
“But here’s the million-dollar question,” I continue, gathering the fabric up.
His eyebrow quirks up slightly, but the smug smile on his face tells me that he already knows what I'm about to ask him.
“What am I going to find under this thing?” I ask and run my hang beneath the tartan fabric and find only his eager cock waiting for me.
“A true Scotsman doesn’t wear anything under his kilt.”
“Good to know.” I grip the thick shaft and run my hands up and down.
“You should probably know that you aren’t the only one with nothing on underneath.”
A hiss escapes between his teeth as he tries to control himself from my words and my touch. “Woman, you’ll be the death of me.”
