Page 16 of Refuge for Ailsa

A rumble of a chuckle, deep as thunder, left his ribcage. “Oh, wouldn’t you like to know?”

“I would.”

“Want me to tell you, or want me to show you?”

“I’m a show-not-tell girl.”

He straightened, both feet flat on the porch floor, and pressed a palm to her cheek. “Sure about that?”

“Positive.”

The minute his lips touched hers, Ailsa was gone. There was a current that flowed between them, almost electromagnetic, and she couldn’t have pulled away if the house had exploded. Her hands landed on his waist as he slipped his other hand against her other cheek and pulled her face even tighter into his. The kisses that had been soft and sweet just seconds before became more aggressive, more demanding, and she gave as good as she got. When he released her, the eyes that looked down into hers were different, primal and wild, and when he ran his arms around her waist and pulled her in tightly against him, she could feel his hardness against her belly. “Every part of me wants everything about you,” he whispered against her lips, then nipped the side of her neck, and she gasped.

“So you have no intention of wooing me?” she asked with a smirk, and he leaned back and grinned. “What?”

“Oh, I’m gonna woo you. Make no mistake. But right now, wooing you isn’t the first thing on my mind.”

“No?”

“No. Absolutely not.”

“Are you going to be a gentleman?”

He snorted. “Do you want me to be a gentleman?”

“Hell no.”

“Then don’t expect me to be a gentleman.” Tavish spun her until her back was against the wood siding on the porch, then pressed himself into her so firmly that she wasn’t sure she could draw a breath. “Gentlemen are no fun.” She felt his arms wind their way in between her and the house, then a pinch, and the tension of her bra’s band disappeared. Tavish’s eyes were almost sparkling. “Take it off.”

“My bra?”

Tavish leaned back a little, grabbed the hem of her top, and pulled it up. It wrinkled as it rose, caught the bottom edge of her bra, and pulled it upward too. In seconds, she was standing there on the porch, her top and bra pleated above her bare breasts. As soon as the air hit her nipples, they hardened, and she felt her knees go weak. “Arms up, girl.”

“Here? On the porch?”

One eyebrow popped up as he spoke. “You already made the observation earlier that it’s pretty damn private out here. So yeah. Here. On the porch. Arms up.” As soon as she lifted her arms straight up, he snatched the top and bra and pulled them off over her head, but before she could pull her arms back down, his big hand grabbed her wrists and pressed her hands against the wall. She was standing there, her lower body trapped by his and her wrists trapped in his grasp above her head, naked from the waist up. There wasn’t even time to wiggle before his free hand slid up her ribcage, cupped her breast, and his thumb rubbed back and forth over her nipple. “Damn, woman, you’ve got beautiful tits.”

“Yeah?” She’d meant it to sound sexy, but it came out in kind of a strangled whisper.

“God, your skin is so pale and your nipples are so rosy. You’re fucking gorgeous. Keep your arms up and turn around.”

“Whaa…”

“Turn around, Ailsa. Now.” She spun and he pressed her up against the wall, her breasts squeezed against the siding and her wrists still trapped above her head. There was the sensation of her hair being pulled to one side, and his breath was hot against her neck as he kissed the side of it, then trailed kisses around to her spine and started down, kissing and licking. It didn’t matter when he turned loose of her wrists; she didn’t care. She kept her arms up anyway, trying to relax against the wood, her nipples tingling and her chest heaving. His fingers traced a slow trail down her sides as he kissed all the way down to the top of her jeans. Instead of tugging at them, he grabbed her waist, spun her, and looked up at her.

It was a shock to see him there, on one knee in front of her, until he reached out, grabbed her breast, and pulled it downward until he could reach her nipple. When he took it in his teeth and pulled, it stretched in an indecent way, and he shook his head, waves of pain radiating from her bud where he gripped it. Something inside her belly contracted painfully, and there was a gush of wetness in her panties that she couldn’t miss. When his other hand rose to twist and pull the other nipple as his lips and teeth played with the one already enslaved, she dropped her arms and ran her fingers into his hair right above his ears. The moan that rose from his throat sent shivers up her spine, and she understood. He wasn’t going to be gentle with her. Honestly, she didn’t want him to be. She wanted him to fuck her every way he could think of, and in ways she’d never been fucked before.

She didn’t mean to groan when he turned her loose, but it happened anyway. Looking down, she could see that both of her nipples were bright red from his use, and she could feel everything between her legs pulsing. Unsure of what he wanted, she whispered, “God, Tav, I…”

“You what? What do you want? Want more?”

“Yeah. Please…”

“Please what? What do you want, Ailsa? Want me to twist and pull your nipples until they’re so sore that you can barely stand the feel of your bra?” She couldn’t do more than nod. “Want my fingers in your pussy?”

It was all she could do to whisper, “Yes.”

He stood and stared down at her. “Want me to make you squirt? Want me to suck your clit into my lips and drive you crazy with my tongue? Want me to pound that wet pussy with my cock?”

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