Page 16 of Claimed by the Clan Chief

“Wait,” he said, his breaths hot on her skin as he set his big hand on the door.

She didn’t speak, instead she stared at a knot in the frame.

“I think it’s only fair,” he said quietly. “Since you’ve seen my ass that I see yours.”

“You want to see my ass?”

“Of course.”

“Why?”

“You insist on rushing away from me, my bonny lass, and each time you do the last I see of you is your rear. That’s why I’m thinking about it right now.”

He cupped her elbows and raised her arms. “So you only have yourself to blame for this.”

She set her hands, one on the door, one on the wall, flat and found herself freezing into position. Except she wasn’t cold, she was hot. Flames licked over her scalp from his breaths and where his body touched her shoulders and her ass a wild fire raged.

“Good lass,” he murmured then began to ruck up her skirt.

She held her breath as the cooler air washed over her ankles, her knees, and then her thighs.

She wasn’t wearing panties and when the dress lifted up to her waist her bare buttocks were exposed.

“Sweet Jesus,” he murmured, stepping back a little. “You’re a wee minx, you ken that?”

“Why, sir?” A quiver caught in her voice.

“No panties, that’s enough to make a man insane.”

“I… I only have one pair. They’re drying.”

“I’d like to say you should have more, as much of everything your heart desires, but panties. I’m not complaining you don’t have them, lass.”

She blew out a breath, but snapped it in again as he dropped behind her, onto his knees.

He was face level with her ass.

She screwed her eyes tight, embarrassment at being scrutinized this way flooded her, yet at the same time her cunny trembled and her breasts ached with excitement.

“So sweet,” he said, bunching her dress in one hand and holding it firmly in the small of her back. “And delicate.”

He traced her shape with the tips of his fingers. First her left buttock and then her right. He slid through the groove at the tops of her legs and then down the cleft of her cheeks.

“McTavish, sir,” she gasped.

“This sweet ass is filling my head with a hundred sweet desires.”

“I’m glad… I think.”

“Aye, you should be.”

Her eyes pinged open at the feel of his lips, his mouth, his tongue on the round of her buttocks.

He’s kissing my ass!

She’d never felt anything like it. Wherever he touched left a hot trail of lust.

A moan rumbled up from her chest as her clit seemed to pulse with the need for stimulation.

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