Page 90 of When a Lady Kisses a Scot
“Oh, Gavin,” she whispered, reveling in the pleasure of his touch.
He lowered his head, easing between the apex of her thighs. Her eyes widened with shock. Surely, she misunderstood his intent. Surely, he did not think to—
Oh, my!His intimate kiss seared her.
Trusting him, she closed her eyes.
Delicious sensation careened through her veins, through every cell, every nerve. So intense. So very wicked. Mindless, she arched against him, silently pleading formore.
Pleasure built within her. Throbbing. Pulsing. Driving her mad with a need unlike any she’d ever known.
She shattered, mind, body, and heart.
Tiny ripples of pleasure coursed through her. She clung to him. Whispering words of adoration, he enfolded her in his arms. Their gazes met. In that moment, seeing the hunger in his eyes—hunger for her, and her alone—she felt like a goddess.
She coiled her fingers around his shaft. She’d never touched a man before, not as she touched Gavin, and she reveled in the pulsing of his cock with every featherlight stroke of her hand. Growing bolder, she cradled his bollocks. A low moan escaped him. She smiled to herself. She’d drive him mad with need, just as he’d made her wild with wanting him.
He groaned, low in his throat, gritting his teeth as he fought for control over his own desire. “Much more of that, and you’ll unman me, love.”
He turned the tables then. She lay on her back, her hair in disarray over the pillow. Supporting his weight on his forearms, he kissed her again. His cock pressed to her belly.
“Do you want me?” she whispered.
“Desperately.” His voice came as a husky rasp. “Sophie, I will not leave you with a babe. You’ve my word on that. But if you are hesitant…if you’ve any doubt, you’ve only to tell me.”
“I want this, Gavin.” She coiled her arms around his broad back. “I wantyou. Desperately.”
He kissed her again, a tender caress. Entering her slowly, he filled her, inch by wanton inch. Her body seemed made for his.
When he began to move within her, the profound inner need stirred anew. Her hands clasped his buttocks, and she pulled him deeper still. She rocked her hips, driving him to a frenzy of need, as sensual pleasure radiated from her center.
He was close now, so desperate to take his pleasure. She clung to him, holding him tight, clasping those firm, solid muscles and savoring the joy of this moment.
She felt suspended on a tightrope, each decadent quake of her body bringing her nearer to toppling over the edge.
With a hushed cry, she plummeted into a swirling whirlpool. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, and he held her secure in his arms. A sense of utter completeness washed over her. Had the two truly become one?
His body went taut. With a low growl, he pulled his hips away.
Moments later, he sank against the mattress. Utterly content, she nestled against his chest. He had loved her thoroughly. Tenderly. With satisfying abandon.
He draped an arm around her, gentle and protective. His mouth swept a kiss over her brow. The light touch of his lips felt so right. It seemed she’d found her true home, safe in his embrace.
His breaths slowed, even and steady. In his slumber, he pulled her closer.
If she spent every night in his arms, she’d never tire of this—of him.
With a sigh, she closed her eyes. A peculiar ache permeated her chest. How was it possible to want him so badly, a man she wasn’t meant to have?
She adored Gavin. There was no denying that. His very touch was intoxicating. His passion was exceeded only by his tenderness.
Pity her hunger for him was nothing more than a sweet madness.
Ah, they’d share these days and nights, brought together by fate’s wicked sense of humor. Two souls drawn together by a fierce connection neither understood—but neither could deny. Danger tended to intensify emotion, or so Jennie had warned her. But after the menace that bound them had been extinguished, what would happen then?
Gavin was a wealthy man. Someday, most likely in the not-so-distant future, he’d desire an heir and a spare. She had no aversion to motherhood. As a governess, she’d cherished the time she’d spent with her impish young charges. Someday, she might cradle her own child in her arms and beam with pride as the toddler took its first steps. She’d love her child with a fierce devotion. Of that, she had no doubt. But she wasn’t prepared to settle into a tranquil, domestic existence. Not just yet.
She couldn’t simply cast aside her position at the Colton Agency. She’d been provided a rare opportunity to serve the Crown. Her investigations were rewarding, and at times, exhilarating. She wasn’t quite ready to leave that life behind.
