Page 22 of How to Lose a Lass

"Damn straight we do. And Scottish lasses know how to shag Americans."

This is the most unusual after-sex conversation I've ever had. Most men want to brag about their prowess, but they don't compliment me.

Calli's puppies had been asleep in the master suite when Gavin and I left the bedroom. Now, they come tumbling out of the hall. Misty and Mandy weave around our feet several times, then leap up to plant their paws on our bellies. I can't resist them. So, I bend my knees to let them lick my chin. Gavin ruffles their hair and scratches their heads, but he's busy cooking and can't play with the furry pair.

After a moment, the puppies both barrel out the dog door.

Gavin glances at me sideways and grins. "I love the way you laugh and smile whenever the puppies assault you."

"Cannae help it. They're adorable." I peer out the sliding glass doors. "Should we call them back in? It is dark outside."

"They'll come back in a minute, then we can shut the dog door."

By the time Gavin has finished cooking our meal, Misty and Mandy have returned to the house. He shows me how to close the dog door, then we sit down on the sofa to eat. Aye, we're still naked. We feed each other and tease each other, and we even shove food into each other's mouths. When a bit of syrup dribbles down my chin, a drop of it lands on my chest.

Gavin licks it away.

The puppies have kept us company. Misty has tucked herself behind Gavin's feet on the floor, while Mandy chose to snuggle up in the corner of the sofa. They're both sleeping, but I don't feel drowsy at all. Gavin suggests we should watch TV for a while to see if we get tired. If not, then we will "have some more fun under the sheets or on top of them," as Gavin tells me. He also suggests we might "get dirty on every surface in the house" because Calli and Aidan will never know how we defiled the premises.

I could fall for this man. He makes me feel...so bloody good.

After the meal is over, and the puppies have eaten the leftovers, Misty and Mandy retreat to the master suite. Gavin says they do that because they always sleep in Calli's room and it makes them feel safe when she's away. That leaves us, the only humans in the house, alone in the living room. We've agreed to remain in the nude. It just feels right.

We've been watching a documentary about the mating habits of tropical birds, only because we couldn't find anything else to watch. Neither of us likes reality shows. But the documentary about birds has an odd effect on Gavin.

He has his arm draped across my shoulders. But now, he dips his head to whisper into my ear, "Something weird is happening to me. Watching this show about birds is making me so fucking horny."

"Aye, me too. It's very strange."

"Maybe we feel this way because the narrator keeps using the word copulate."

"Hmm, that could be the reason." I rotate my head toward him, and our lips brush against each other. "Or maybe you are just a very, very naughty man who cannae stop thinking about sex."

"That's a good point. But I'm naughty only because you are so hot."

I smirk. "You're blaming me? I might need to punish you for that."

"Your willing slave will do anything you want."

"Want to make good on the suggestion that we should get dirty on every surface in the house?"

"Oh, yeah, baby. Let's do it." He nods toward the television. "Should we leave the raunchy bird documentary on?"

I grin. "Why not?"

"Just let me go grab another condom. Got at least one more in the pocket of my jeans." He squints as he surveys the living room. "Where'd I leave my pants?"

"We tossed our clothes into a pile over there." I point toward the far corner of the room. "Stay right where you are. I'll get a condom for you."

I race over to the pile of clothing. While I hunt about for his jeans, Gavin makes catcalls.

"Look at that fine Scottish ass," he calls out. "Just watching those round, sweet tits bouncing is getting me hard. This is a much better show than the one on TV."

Having located my prize, I decide to tease him the way does with me. But instead of making suggestive comments, I hold the condom packet between my teeth and crawl across the floor on my hands and knees, purposely swaying my hips and tossing my hair.

Then I kneel directly in front of Gavin, working my jaw to make the condom packet flap.

Gavin chuckles. "You're the cutest hot chick I've ever met."

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