Page 75 of Scotch & Dreams

“Putmedown,youbrute.” She squirmed again.

He spanked her ass.

“Lachlan!” she raged, furiously. “Put me down!”

Violet didn't know what she was more angry about, the fact he'd hauled her over his shoulder and smacked her ass or the fact she liked it! It was like something snapped, and the reserved, keep it calm, cool, and collected Lachlan got shoved aside by roaring, raw Lachlan. If it wasn't Lachlan, she might have been scared, but she knew from the very start that Lachlan would only ever protect her. He'd never hurt her. Good, maybe he'd fucking realize that he cared for her!

Taking her up his front steps, he put her down as unceremoniously as he’d picked her up. Her feet barely touched the ground, and she regained her balance before he leaned in close to her, causing her pounding heart to stall. Her back touched against the cool wood of the large front door.

Lachlan put his arms on either side of her shoulders and pressed his hands against the door, trapping her. She shoved against his chest, pushing him, but he didn't budge an inch. Despite the shiver that ran down her spine, she lifted her chin in defiance.

His recklessly handsome face was close to hers, and his blue eyes glittered wildly. She swallowed hard, wanting to bite and kiss him in equal measure, but instead, she just glared up at him, unable to calm her racing pulse.

“Ye dinnae want to talk?” His voice was edged with something she couldn’t quite put her finger on, but danger was the word coming to mind.

“I—” Before she could answer, he pressed his rock-solid body against hers, and then he moved against her, ensuring she felt the rod that was thick between them. Her breath hitched, and her body betrayed her, again, tingling hungrily at the feel of him.

He dipped his face to her neck. His late-day stubble dragged deliciously against her as he breathed her in. A soft sigh of pleasure escaped her lips.

She whispered his name, “Lachlan.” She wanted to tell him no, to be strong to his charms, but she was losing the battle. His sexy smell was intoxicating, the heat of his hard body slammed against hers, and the hunger in his touch, his breathing—she was melting. Her knees felt ready to give out. She pressed her hands against the cool wood door behind her to try and gather her senses, to ground herself. She shouldn’t go down this slippery slope with him. She needed more from him but was so afraid he'd never give her what she truly wanted—something more than just sex. But as much as her mind tried to warn her, her body silenced it.

He spoke near her ear, his warm breath caressing against her skin as he did. “Let’s no’ talk then.” His burr was rich and deep and penetrated her. His lips trailed softly down her bare neck, and she sensed reserved, strained hunger with every touch of his mouth. Her body felt heavy and weightless all at the same time. She tingled with anticipation. Suspended.

The tension sizzled between them, unlike anything she'd ever experienced. He pulled away to look at her, that same searching look he'd given her in the cask room as if making sure she wanted this.

This time, she answered his unspoken question with words. "Make love to me, Lachlan."

"Och, Christ, V," he breathed raggedly, his voice strained with emotion. "Aye."

Not wasting another moment, he claimed her mouth with a growl that had her whimpering. He kissed her mouth with carnal need, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, not wanting him to stop.

Hungrily, he kissed her. His hands grabbed her butt, hoisting her easily up to him, and she wrapped her thighs around his waist. With one arm wrapped around her waist, holding her strongly, he fumbled with his key and unlocked the door. He carried her in, slamming the door shut behind them.

She tore her mouth away from his. “No more games, Lachlan,” she said breathlessly but determinedly. She couldn’t forget why she’d come here. Initially, she’d hoped to talk things through with him. But as she sat waiting, she’d changed her mind. Fed up with being strung along, she had talked herself out of figuring things out. Enough was enough.

Shit.And now here she was, bravado all but gone. If he couldn’t at least give her some reassurance, then she needed to walk away once and for all. Given the fact that every cell in her body ached desperately for him, she didn’t know how she would accomplish that feat, so she just hoped to God that her gut was right about him and that he’d agree to her terms—No more games.

He still held her up, and she could feel the thick head of his dick pressed against her sensitive core, taunting her cruelly, as they looked at each other eye to eye. Those cerulean blue eyes that were her lifeline could still reach into her soul like nothing else ever could.

“No games, V. I promise,” he said, and maybe it was crazy, but she believed him.

She almost whimpered in relief. For now, that was all she needed. His lips touched hers in a slow, delicious kiss—a seal of the promise made. His tongue expertly teased and tasted hers. Sighing into him, she wrapped her legs tighter around his waist and put her hand on his strong chiseled jaw, and she could feel his sexy crooked smile against her lips, making her desperate to have him inside her.

As if hearing her silent plea, the head of his cock bluntly rubbed against her in her jeans. He knew just how to move against her, despite the layers of fabric between them.

Violet wanted this man. She needed satisfaction. Her body needed him. Her mind needed him. She hoped to God his promise was enough, but she’d find a way to pick up the pieces after if need be. Right now, she wanted him with every fiber of her being, every ounce of her soul.

Lachlan let her down, and she felt bereft, but only for a moment. He turned her around so her back was against the inside of the door. His eyes were fervent on hers as he dropped to his knees in front of her.

“Lachlan, I don’t know if we should…” She didn't even know what she was going to say, but her words were cut short.

“Aye, lass, we should.” His voice was determined, and his Scottish burr sealed the deal. His hands held on either side of her denim-clad hips, and then he ran them down the length of her legs as if committing their feel to memory.

Those big, strong hands on her curves made her feel so feminine. He ran them back up to her hips, and then he went for the button on her jeans. Methodically, he unbuttoned them and pulled down the zipper, exposing the front of her pink polka dot cotton panties. She hadn't anticipated the evening veering in this direction. She scrunched her eyes closed, realizing they weren't the most sexy of underwear, but if Lachlan's reaction were any indication, they might as well have been crotchless lace.

“Och god, lass.” He pressed his face against her cotton-panty-clad crotch and breathed her in like he hadn’t eaten in a week and she was a fresh-out-of-the-oven loaf of bread.

Violet could have laughed, but she was too busy trembling with need as he peeled her jeans off her hips and ass and then down her thighs. He stopped there. Lachlan tugged her cotton panties to the side and then looked up at her before dipping his head between her legs. She felt his warm, wet tongue run the length of her, and she had to fight to keep her knees from buckling.

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