Page 47 of Lochlan

Kenzie crosses the room and comes to stand in front of me. Her open palm comes crashing down on the lid of my suitcase, slamming it closed. I barely have a second to save my hand.

“You gave me a long, detailed warning about your grandfather, but it never occurred to you to let me know that you almost married his protégé?”

“That piece of information is not relevant. It happened three years ago, and we've both moved on.”

“You might have moved on, but Ms. Fiona hasn't. She's planning to save you from yourself.”

I lift the lid of the suitcase and find a pair of jeans. “It doesn't matter what she wants, we were over ages ago.” Kenzie isn't budging. She stares at me for more information. I have none to share. “I don't know how long it will take you to get dressed, but it's fair to warn you that Granda doesn't tolerate tardiness.”

“What will he do if I'm late?” she challenges.

“He will think of new and devious ways to punish you. Don't go down that road, I beg you.”

She yanks her suitcase onto the bed, pops it open, and grabs a handful of clothes. “This conversation isn't over. When we come back here at the end of the evening, I want you to tell me everything. I don't ever want to be ambushed like that again by Fiona.”

I catch her hand before she turns away. I can't have her angry while spending time with my family; we still have to keep up the appearance of being together. She has a right to be angry with me, but I never thought that Fiona would mention our almost-wedding, and especially not the humiliating way it was called off.

“I really didn't think it was important,” I say, pulling her to me. She's still holding the handful of clothes that keeps me at a distance. Kenzie looks up with eyes so dark that it's difficult to see the outline of the irises. Her gaze is hypnotic, and for a few moments, a strong desire stirs inside of me. I ignore that urge when she's near, because lust is an unreliable emotion. She steps closer and I've lost the fight. I fall back to my true nature of acting without thinking and kiss her full on the lips.

The bundle of clothes finally drops to the floor and I have her in my arms, her body pressing against mine. “I'm sorry,” I say into her mouth, then nip her bottom lip. “I swear, I never wanted to hurt you. It's important that you believe me.”

She tilts her head, searching my face for the truth. “I believe you,” she says, almost to herself. “Is this you trying to make it up to me?”

“I could,” I say and capture her lips again. The amazing thing is that she's kissing me back, while her nails drag down my bare back, marking me with deep red lines I know are on my skin. I'm not sure if this is a punishment or a way to turn me on. No matter her reason, I'm in.

This is better than the first time I saw her, when I tried to imagine what it would be like to taste her full, pink lips. They're softer and more willing than they were in my thoughts.

My tongue slips deeper into her mouth and tangles with hers, in a way that I can't get enough of. I want to take her now. The thought overwhelms me and before I can think it through, I give in to my impulse and nudge her toward the bed until she's fallen back between the cases, with me on top of her. I grind her a wee bit, using my growing cock to tease her mound. My mouth is still on hers as she makes a sweet moan. The sound rakes through my body while my hips make another pass to a loud cry that sounds like a wail.

My fingers catch the hem of her skirt, roughly yanking up a handful of white wool. I'm holding back during our first time, trying not to be coarse, but I'm not used to stopping to discuss feelings. I go on instinct and need.

“I'll talk,” I say in my rougher accent. “Do you want me to tell you all the wicked things I plan to do to you?” Her eyes glint with unmistakable lust. An appreciative half-smile appears while she hums like she's about to devour a meal or me. It's enough of a yes for me to pull her panties down far enough to limit her movement, but I still have the access to what I want.

The smell of her sex is like a red flag to a bull. My cock twitches at the notion of thrusting deep inside her, but I want to taste more of her.

I push up her sweater to expose her breasts, the hard nipples visible underneath the white, virginal lace. My fingers tear at the flimsy fabric, leaving her partially exposed, enough for me to feel and see what I want.

My tongue moves over the nipple, teasing while she sighs. “I want you, lass. You're all I've thought about since we met,” I say. “I plan to eat your pussy. Tell me now if it's not your wish.” It might be late to ask permission after she's on her back exposed to me, but she hasn't objected to my advances. “I want you in this short time we have. We'll have more time when we return.”

“I approve of your plan,” comes her throaty response.

She grabs my shoulders and pulls me back into a kiss. I respond, dominating her mouth a little while longer, until I move down her body, licking as I go to take what I want. Her skirt is already pushed up to her waist. I like her disheveled, like we're stealing a dirty moment in a place we shouldn't be.

Time is growing short. Even if it takes me longer, and I catch the wrath of Granda, I will make her come.

I shimmy her panties off her long legs and push them wide apart. My fingers play in her moisture, while her hand brushes the hair from my face. I would rather shove some fingers in her wet pussy to get her halfway there, but if it's my mouth she wants, I'm happy to eat her.

The first taste of her is pure magic as I suck her hard clit. She gasps and bucks her hips until I run my hands along her inner thighs to stop them from closing. I do a slow lick from clit to anus, soothing her as she relaxes back. It might be too much sensory too soon, but I'll learn her body.

I use my tongue to dart inside her pussy while her hips move forward to meet me as if it was my cock inside her. Her fingers stroke my hair as she guides me. “There,” she purrs, “use your tongue there.”

I breathe her in deep. Her warm juices cover my lips, tongue, and even my cheeks as I attempt to be inside her as far as I can. Her hands grip my hair and I work her harder, not letting up.

She's on her elbows, her breathing coming in hard rasps. “Suck me harder, baby,” she pleads. I comply, wanting it more than she does, if that makes sense. Her moans pierce the air and my fingers dig into her soft bum, keeping her steady until her body bucks and she throws her head back as she releases. I don't stop and continue to eat as more pleasure comes in waves until I wring everything out of her body and there's nothing left when I let her go.

I'm on my elbows, looking up at her. God, she's sexy, with her cheeks flushed a light pink and wisps of hair clinging to her brow. Legs apart, her sex glistens with her juice. She smiles at me, breasts heaving. I stand, glad I had no shirt on for this and that we missed my sweater by inches. There'd be no way to get the smell of sex out of the wool.

I slip back into the old disapproving me and pull her to her feet, pointing her to the bathroom. I slap that perfect bum to hurry her along. “Now get dressed before Granda sends a search party out for us. We only have twenty minutes before we meet them on the trail.”

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