Page 78 of Scotch & Dreams

"Do ye ken how perfect these are?" he said, gripping one in each hand and sampling both again with his mouth. "Mm, god, I dinnae want to leave.”

"Then don't," she said, tugging on his tie and pulling his mouth to hers. Violet could drown in his kiss.

“Unfortunately, I huv to go," he said, his lips still kissing her.

She reached her hand into his lap and wrapped it around the hard length of him in his dress pants.

"I think you should stay." She let her tongue sweep against his.

He pulled away, panting. "Believe me, if I could, I would. Ye stay, though." He looked at her and stroked her hair from her face. "Make yerself at home. Sally will be glad fer the company."

Violet adored Lachlan's dog, but she'd prefer him as company.

“No, no, I should go too.” She sobered.

“Ye really dinnae have to.” He tried to convince her, but it felt odd to just stay at his house.

And what was he going to do that was so important? It was Saturday. Was he working? God, why didn't she feel like she could just ask him? But there it was. Somehow, even after the epic night together, there was still some kind of barrier between them.

"I have some things I want to get done today." She smiled lightly.

“Aye, of course.” He seemed to understand that it would be odd for her to just stay at his house and wait for him. "Can I see ye later on, though?”

She nodded, mixed emotions warring in her. On the one hand, she was glad he wanted to see her again, but on the other, she could sense that something was going on that he wasn't telling her. It felt like there was so much they needed to talk about, and yet it felt like he was shutting her out somehow.

Lachlan wanted to talk with Violet, but he wanted to wait until they had time and wouldn’t feel rushed. Unfortunately, this morning wasn’t that time, despite him wishing it was.

There was so much he needed to tell her. About Orlagh. About his feelings. The truth was he was crazy about Violet, and last night just solidified it. He had so much he wanted to say. But right now, he had a quick business meeting—one he considered skipping, but it was a new buyer from the States who had agreed to squeeze this meeting into his brief jaunt in the UK, and then he was going straight to the hospital to see how his sister faired. He'd had a text this morning from Alex, saying that she seemed to stir a bit last night, and they thought she might wake today. He was afraid to hope.

It was hard to leave the lass who was still lying naked in his bed, but he had to. For now. God, he couldn’t wait to get back to her.

Violet was biting her Cupid's bow lip, looking pensive. He couldn't leave her without putting a smile back on her face.

“Ye are beautiful, lass,” he said as he kissed her lips. He held the kiss, and then he took her head in his hands and planted sweet kisses on her cheeks and eyes and chin in a fun, playful way until she giggled, that throaty, beautiful sound.That's better,he thought to himself.

She sank further into the blankets, trying to evade his excessive kisses. He wasn’t letting her get away, though. He climbed on top of her, the blankets between them.

He wrestled her, trying to kiss her everywhere. "I told ye I wanted to kiss ye everywhere, did I no’?"

Violet laughed. "I thought you had to go."

He was pulling the blanket off her as she tried to hold on to it.

"I do, " he said, kissing her bare shoulder as she playfully tried to shove him off.

They were laughing and tousling about. Finally, she pulled herself out from under him and rolled him onto his back, sitting astride him.

“Ha,” she said, triumphantly. As she leaned over him, pinning his wrists down, her long blond hair fell about her. She was a goddess.

“Guess ye got me then,” he said, realizing that she really had. There was no way he was going out the door without making love to her at least once more.

He ran his hands up her bare thighs, marveling at their silky softness. She inched down, unbuckled his belt, and opened his pants. He helped her to tug down his pants and briefs enough to free the his dick, which had taken on the identity of a steel pipe.

She lifted herself over him and straddled down on his thick shaft. How did he even consider walking out the door without doing this again? Then she rode him hard and wild, using him to get her fill, and he loved every sweet second of it. He'd happily let her use his body to pleasure herself any time she wanted.

“That's it, love. Ride me. Let me feel ye come."

He flipped Violet on her back and lifted one of her legs onto his shoulder. He pounded into her like a man possessed until she cried out, and he felt her pleasure throb around his cock, milking him until he exploded in one final thrust. He felt drunk with lust as he collapsed down on her, satiated beyond measure. He had no intention of taking her again this morning, but he couldn’t help himself. He craved her like a man craved water after walking through the desert. It was wild, unlike anything he’d ever known. Violet was the elixir of life. He opened his eyes, and in his passion-filled fog, he caught sight of the clock on the dresser.

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