Page 127 of The Wedding Engagement

He tightened his arms around her in response. Liv lifted her hand to touch his face. “I need to tell you something.”

“Wait,” he said, softly. “I have to say something first.” He took a deep breath. “I’m hoping you’ve guessed by now that I want us to be a couple. A family, with Jayce.” He fingered one of the ringlets that framed her face. “I wish I’d known everything you’ve been going through sooner, so I could’ve been there for you. But I’m here now, sweetheart, and I’m not going anywhere. I’ll give you as much time as you need to work through whatever you have to. I can wait as long as it takes for you to be ready.”

He paused to take another big breath, and she lifted a finger to his lips. They were so soft. “You have exactly zero seconds to wait. Because that’s what I wanted to tell you. I want us to make a go of it. Make a go ofus.” She brushed her finger over his lower lip and absorbed the way his eyes darkened in response. “I love you,” she whispered. “That’s what I was coming to tell you that Saturday morning, when Jess answered the door in her tiny undies.”

He laughed softly, closing his eyes. When he opened them again, the moonlight shone on his face, lighting up the gold of his eyes with a silver tone. A smile spread over his features as he brought her closer, resting his forehead against hers the way he’d done that night on Skye. “That is music to my ears. I love you too. I realized after our first time together, but the reality is I’ve loved you much longer than that.” He eased back a little to look into her eyes. “You don’t need to worry about taking a back seat ever again,because you will always come first with me. You and Jayce are my whole world, and I’ve got you. Okay?”

She nodded, tears welling in her eyes as he kissed her softly. But it was mere seconds before the touch of his lips had trails of fire seeping like rivulets down her body, making her breasts tighten and a liquid heat pulse in her core.

Liv buried her fingers in the soft coils of his hair, bringing his mouth down harder onto hers and igniting the tinder that had been gathering inside her all day as she’d watched him in that goddamn sexy kilt.

Arran teased her mouth with his tongue, sliding his hand down her side onto her skirt, his breath hitching as his fingers touched her skin and slid up the outside of her thigh. “I’ve been thinking about this all day,” he murmured. He moved his mouth onto her neck, then lower, kissing and biting the skin of her shoulder. “You look so beautiful. And really fucking hot.”

Something electric shocked into Liv’s core and she pressed closer to him, a hardness digging into her thigh. His sporran, or something else?

Arran shifted her back against the wall and slid both his hands under her skirt and onto her arse, moving them up to where her flimsy underwear rode low on her hips. He hooked his fingers over the fabric and tugged them slowly down her legs, keeping his gaze locked on hers. “Is this okay?”

“Hell yes,” she breathed, and he gave her a wicked smile.

Arran got to his knees, lifting her leg over his shoulder. He brushed his lips slowly up the inside of her thigh, making her shiver uncontrollably. She flattened her palms against the cold wall behind her, willing him to move faster, to reach where she needed his touch. But he kept his movements slow, teasing her until the ache between her legs was agonizingly exquisite.

Arran paused, hovering over her core, the heat of his breath onher skin. Then he buried his face between her legs and she let out a sharp gasp, shuddering in response.

Gripping her backside, he pulled her closer, licking his tongue over the exquisite sensitivity, then driving it inside her. She moaned, hearing the sound echo down the stone stairs and not giving a shit if anybody heard her.

Liv dug her fingers into his hair. Perhaps they’d get caught, but it was too good for her to care. Arran licked his tongue over her, teasing her, kissing her, sucking her. He drove her closer and closer to the edge, until the only word she could remember was his name.

But she needed more. She needed him.

She tangled her fingers into his hair, shifting his head gently away. Then she tugged him to his feet and swung his sporran around to the back, lifting his kilt. “You’d better be a true Scotsman under here.”

“Of course,” he said, his breathing labored as he lifted her against the wall to straddle him. His hard tip brushed against her core and she shivered with anticipation. Bracing them against the wall, he drove into her, catching her gasp with his mouth.

“I’ve never had sex wearing a kilt before,” he breathed.

“Shame,” she said, a smile on her face. “When it’s really rather convenient.”

He laughed softly, then thrust harder, and her smile gave way to an open-mouthed gasp as she was overwhelmed by sensation. The hardness of him driving into her, his hot mouth on her skin, the thrill of sneaking off to have sex at the top of a tower. But most of all, love. She loved him with every fiber of her being.

“Arran,” she cried out, as the ripples of her orgasm tightened around him.

He groaned into her neck, saying her name as he came. He pressed them against the wall, holding her close, her legs still wrapped around him as they both trembled with the intensity of it.

Eventually, he lifted his head to kiss her, before gently untangling them to lower her to the floor. “I could keep those gorgeous legs of yours wrapped around me all the livelong day.”

She laughed. “You can carry me around like that if you want. Cuddled against your front like a koala. I’m probably small enough without the heels.”

He smiled down at her. “I love how petite you are. Petite, but superstrong. A force to be reckoned with in a small package.” He kissed her. “But I have to say, I loved the fact that you kept those heels on.”

She smiled against his mouth. “Noted. And I have to say, I love this risqué side of you.”

He grinned. “The gloves are off now, baby. I’m all yours.”

She nipped his lower lip with her teeth. “Glad to hear it.”

Arran gripped her more tightly. “Careful. Or I’ll need to have you again, then everyone will wonder where we’ve gone.”

Liv laughed. “Come on. We need to get back.” She grabbed her underwear to slide it back on, then tugged him toward the stairs.

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