Page 9 of Dear Kilted Scotsman
"We don't want that," I tease and stop my hand.
“Dinnae, stop," he growls.
I smile to myself, enjoying the control I seem to have over him, the same way he does with me. I begin to move again, and the friction from my grip and the revelation that I, too, am going commando makes Colin groan. It’s enough to set my pussy on fire. I need to feel him inside me right now. I release him and use both hands to hike up my skirt as quickly as possible. Colin positions himself at my wet entrance and pushes inside me.
Slowly at first, allowing my body to adjust to his size, but he picks up the pace when neither one of us can wait any longer.
But just as quickly as this begins, he pauses and looks around like he’s heard something.
“What is it?” I ask, tucking myself against his thick chest.
He shakes his head. “Nothing.”
We both have reason to be paranoid that someone could see us, but there is a level of not caring when you are so far gone in a moment like this.
I don’t have time to think before he starts moving his hips and pushing in and out, over and over again, allowing the friction of our bodies to build the pleasurable pressure between us. I start to lose myself in this man. Everything is so intense between us that I’ve never experienced anything like it before, and I'm not sure that I can handle this.
Colin cups his hand around the back of my neck and urges me to look at him. The intensity of his gaze is enough to root me here in this moment with him.
I’m falling in love with him.
“Stay with me,” he says.
But I’m not sure if he means in this moment or with him in Scotland for the rest of our lives.
I hold onto him, never breaking eye contact as he drives us both to the brink of this orgasmic bliss. We reach the precipice and tumble over together. My limbs quiver with the reverberations of my release. Colin’s grip on me is so tight, but it’s just what I need to feel like I won’t float away, that he won’t let me go.
Stay with me. His words echo in my mind.
7
COLIN
When I wake up the following day, I reach out across the bed. The need to be touching Brianna, to know she's close is stronger than anything I've ever felt before. But her side of the bed is empty, and the sheets are cold.
After our first time together, we didn't stick around the festival. Brianna headed inside first, leaving me to say my goodbyes before excusing myself quickly. I checked her room first and found her waiting for me there.
“Brianna?” I call out, but she doesn’t answer.
I look around the room and see the Lady of the Loch dress draped over the bench at the end of the bed, but her regular clothes are gone.
Panic like a bucket of ice water dumped on me hits me. I’d gone to pick up her camper van last night so that she’d have her things, but is it possible that she left?
I grab my trousers and shirt off the floor and pull them on as I run down the steps. Ainslie is in the kitchen sipping on a cup of tea, and I nearly landed on my arse, trying to stop in the doorway when I see her.
“Where’s Brianna?” I ask.
Ainslie looks up and shrugs nonchalantly. “I heard her leave this morning.”
I don’t wait around to hear what else she says. I’m running towards the door and swing it open. I stop just outside the door when I see her camper van is still parked where I left it.
“What is your problem?” Ainslie calls after me.
“Where is Brianna?” I ask again.
Ainslie scowls and crosses her arms. It feels like an eternity before she speaks again. “I told you I heard her leave early this morning, but I think she took a walk down to the loch.”
I turn and start running in the direction of the loch.
