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I'm desperate to get the cloth off of her and mark her with my body. I pull at the shirt, jerking it over her head until she's free and I'm throwing it far from us. That's when I realize she was only wearing this flannel when she returned to the room. My heart thumps wildly at the notion, glad that I didn't know; I would have gone mad to have her. Fortunes have changed and I'll pump her without mercy tonight until the sun comes up and there's no time left; my last secret will have to wait.

I press my body to hers, urging her back, but there's resistance. She splays her hands across my chest, pushing me back. I almost resist, thinking this is a test of who will dominate, but then I see the devil's smile on her face that's reached her eyes and I fall onto the pillows, pulling her with me.

Kenzie laughs while roughly removing my shorts until they're somewhere on the floor. She wraps her hand around my erection, jerking it hard as I try to suppress my own groans, but it's no use; the flesh she holds in her hand controls me.

I pitch onto my elbows, watching her play with me. Why can't we be two people without baggage who can enjoy a dirty tumble anytime it pleases them?

“What are you planning to do, lass, jerk me off?”

She releases her hold and crawls the length of my body until we're eye to eye, her minty breath wisping my lips. “What I plan to do, my big gorgeous Scot, is to ride you hard.”

I say nothing, just watch her straddle me, my cock twitching as she grabs hold of me again, taking her time to guide my cock inside her sweet, wet pussy until I'm snug in her tight walls.

I thrust upwards, bouncing those beautiful tits. She laughs, tossing her head back, adjusting her body so her chest is high, giving me the best show as she rocks me. We continue at this slow pace until the need arises in me to start the frantic part of this ride.

“Lass, when are we getting to the hard-riding part?”

She stretches over me, her breasts heavy on my chest, me still inside her. She places a light kiss on my lips. “When I'm good and ready, laddie,” she says, mimicking my fake workingman's brogue. Then she wiggles her sweet bum a wee bit to torture me.

I slap her arse with the flat of my hand and it gives a satisfying crack of flesh, leaving a red mark, but no pain. “Get into position, lass. I say you're ready.”

The devil's smile is back as she moves slowly into position. This time, she rocks hard to meet my thrusts. The sight of her is a demon riding on horseback, and a beautiful sight she is.

CHAPTER42

ANTE MERIDIEM

KENZIE

We fall asleep just as the sun is rising. My eyes pop open a few hours later, to bright sunshine and no fire in the grate.

Lochlan lies naked next to me, with dark stubble along his jaw and hair falling over his closed eyes. I want to touch him; he's so beautiful that I'm wishing I was a photographer to capture this moment.

I swing my legs off the couches, grab the discarded shirt I wore last night, and shrug it on to ward off the chill while I pad to the bathroom. Logan should call soon with an update, or he might arrive unannounced with Geordie. Better to be ready.

I twist the shower knob to release water from three nozzles and when the steam coats the mirror, I step in, allowing the hot water to pulsate my body. I sniff the body soap and shampoo lined up in clear containers on the tiled wall and I'm grateful Logan chose neutral soaps instead of a manly woodsy scent.

It's a quick but luxurious shower. I pull on my dress and search the bathroom drawers for something to secure my hair into a ponytail. The search reveals nothing that would work. I'm forced to finger-comb my wet hair, then place it in a loose braid, so that my entire back won't be soaked.

When I returned to the living room, Lochlan is sitting up, bleary-eyed. He smiles when he sees me entering the room.

“I see you've already had a wash; I was hoping to take a shower with you so I could scrub your back. Why didn't you wake me?”

I pick up my phone that’s sitting on a side table. “I wanted to let you rest. You had a busy night, but if I knew you would scrub my back, I just might have given you a shove to wake you for that treat.”

“Are you going to call Geordie?”

“I thought you could call Logan and asked the status on the roads. I peeked outside, and you'd never know a storm had raged last night. Here.” I hand him the phone. “Make the call.”

After a brief conversation, Lochlan tosses the cell onto the couch. “He says there are a few downed trees on the way to the main house. He was able to get a private crew up here to work on clearing the road. They estimate it will be another hour before the road is passable in either direction. There's some good news: they've restored the electricity.”

“Why don't you shower while I make coffee?”

“I will, but I need to finish my story when I return. After the lights went out last night, there didn't seem to be a right time to continue.”

“Do you think we'll have time?” I ask, dreading more revelations. There's a reason you save the best for last or, in this case, the worst at the end.

His confidence has given way to resignation. He shrugs. “We promised no secrets, no lies. I'm only holding up my part of the agreement. I won't be long.”

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