Page 77 of Scotch & Dreams

And then, he began to move, pulling in and out of her, slowly at first, and he caught her moan in his mouth. He drove into her over and over, and she met his rhythm. He pulled back to his knees and hiked her up on top of him, pumping her up and down on his thick length, feeling her juices run down his balls and loving how damn wet she was for him.

“Don’t stop.” She bit into his shoulder.

He held her waist, burying his cock deep inside her and then lifting her up before sliding her back down on him—over and over—mesmerized by the ecstasy on her beautiful face. Then he reached a hand into her hair, pulling those swollen red lips to his and tasting her arousal. She arched and groaned into his mouth, shaking, and he felt her hot sheath quiver and clamp around his cock making his own release explode from him in a roar. He pulled her down hard on his spurting cock one more time before laying her back on the bed where he collapsed down on her.

He was breathing heavy, still coming down from the most epic orgasm of his life, when he realized he might be squishing Violet beneath him. He lifted himself to his forearms, still buried deep inside her, and looked down at her flushed face. She smiled at him with her cheeks all flushed and hair mussed from their lovemaking. It was the best smile he’d ever seen. He stroked a stray piece of hair away from her pretty face and kissed the tip of her nose.

The way he looked at her now tugged her heart wide open. She was afraid to hope that this was more than just the most incredibly amazing sex of all time. Even if this ended up being a huge mistake, she would have no regrets. What she just shared with Lachlan went beyond anything she’d ever imagined. She'd had sex before, but it was nothing like this, not by a long shot. This was something completely different. It felt like they had gone to a different world together. Lost in a perfect dream.

As they lay there, she registered for the first time that his stubble was a bit more than his evening five o'clock shadow. In all the time she'd known Lachlan, he was always clean-shaven, and it was only in the evening that he'd have that sexy bit of stubble. She found the extra facial hair sexy. It fit the rugged wild man who'd carried her in here and spanked her butt. She smiled thinking about it.

"What's that smile about?" he asked, his crooked grin lifting the corner of his mouth.

"Nothing," she said, still smiling up at him.

"No?" He moved in her, and she felt his hardness filling her up again as he slowly ground his hips into hers. "You ken what I'm thinking about?”

She felt breathless as he continued to slowly move in and out of her, gently making love to her. "Mm-mm." She gently shook her head, lifting her legs to take him in more fully.

"I'm thinking I may never let ye leave this bed." He rolled his hips into her again, making her breath catch as the thick head of his cock jammed against her g-spot.

"I see," she managed to say as he started trailing kisses over her jaw and down her neck. "And what about my job?" she asked breathlessly, feeling a building tingle of pleasure.

"I thought you resigned." He looked down at her, still slowly sliding in and out of her body. She wrapped her ankles around his calves, loving the feel of his big muscular body on hers.

"Maybe I changed my mind," she said, nipping his lips. "Do you think my boss will have me back?”

"Aye, I suspect he could be convinced. Ye may huv to make it up to him, though." He leaned to the side on his elbow, pulling her body to face his so he could still make love to her, but he brought his other hand to her breast, his fingers toying with her nipple. And it felt like a button that lead straight to her throbbing clit.

"Mmhmm," she half whimpered. "And what could I do to make it up to him?"

He ducked his head, taking her achy nipple into his mouth. His tongue expertly stoked her desires like he knew her body better than she did. She arched into him, lost in the feeling of Lachlan's mouth on her.

"Ride him." Without warning, he rolled on his back and lifted her on top of him, their bodies still joined.

Violet let out a squeal, but then Lachlan slammed into her from where she now straddled him, hitting her g-spot with glorious precision. She grabbed his hard chest to steady herself and looked down into his eyes that were filled with desire, and then she did what he said and rode him hard until her orgasm rocked her and his chased on the heels of hers.

Chapter 47

A New Day

Violetawokeandquicklybecame aware of Lachlan beside her. His breathing was deep and steady. The room was dark aside from the silvery light from the moon outside that cast a ghostly glow in his bedroom. She shivered and carefully slid out of the bed, trying not to disturb him.

Violet tiptoed to the bathroom. She was so sleepy. She made it quick. She felt chilled as she got back into the bed, and she quickly nuzzled under the covers. Strong, warm arms wrapped around her. Lachlan pulled her body in close to his. It was heaven. She felt so secure and safe in his arms. It felt so right.

She couldn't help the little seed of doubt, though. Everything felt so perfect. The night had been beyond her wildest dreams, but had anything changed? She still didn't know why Lachlan had basically ghosted her, and he hadn't given her any indication that he intended for whatever this was to be more than just a night, more than just a fling. It felt like so much more, but was it? Violet was falling desperately in love, whether she wanted to admit it or not.

Deep in thought, she felt his lips on the back of her neck, and she melted against him. God help her. She rolled over and faced him in the cool darkness of the moonlight, but she could see his eyes intense on hers as he entered her again. Lachlan’s eyes didn’t leave hers as he slowly made sweet love to her. In no time, they both climaxed before drifting off to sleep again in a tangle of limbs.

Sunlight poured into Lachlan’s bedroom. Violet opened her eyes and stretched out like a cat who’d got the cream. She was sore but satiated. The door to the bathroom clicked open, and Lachlan walked into the bedroom. He was cleanly shaven and wore slim-legged blue dress pants with a crisp white button-up shirt and tie. Mr. GQ.

“Good morning, love.” He gave her one of his devastatingly handsome crooked smiles, with his fresh aftershave scent filling her senses.

Mmm, the man was so yummy.

“Good morning.” She pulled the bedding up over her chest and scanned the room for her clothes and then recalled they were all downstairs. Memories of last night trickled through her mind and gave her a delicious shiver.

Lachlan sat on the edge of the bed and tugged the bedding back down off her breasts, dipping his head kissing one nipple and then the other. She threw her head back in a giggle.

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