Page 11 of My Highland Fling
“Gabrielle?”Ramsay’s soft voice dragged her from her unpalatable future.
“I wish to make love with you more than anything,” she said fiercely.“Please.Let me return the same pleasure you gave me.”
His gaze drilled into her, then his broad shoulders relaxed.Those green eyes glittered, and a shadow flickered in them for one moment.No, pure imagination.When she’d been a child, her parents had always chided her for letting her mind run wild.However, her tutor had thought otherwise and introduced her to the world of fantasy and romance in books.Reading had become her secret vice—a sanity savior.
Ramsay shunted her over on the bed and lay beside her, his head on the pillow.He placed his hands behind his head.“Would you like to explore my body?You can touch me wherever you want.”
“Really?”She wet her lips, her gaze doing a visual sweep of his many muscles and his chest’s mysterious dips and swells.Then there was his cock.She clasped her hand against her breast, hoping to still her racing heart.
Ramsay laughed, but Gabrielle didn’t quail at his deep rumble because he wasn’t belittling her.His laughter felt more a shared joke, and the fluttering in her belly grew more vigorous.He winked at her, another encouraging sign.“Which spot are you going to pick first?”
“Oh, that’s easy.”Gabrielle rolled over before pushing up on her elbows.She kissed the tip of his nose and giggled when he wrinkled it.
His eyes glowed.“I’d hoped you were more adventurous.There’s one part of me that’s aching for you.”
“You’re more than a collection of parts, Ramsay,” she purred.“You’re gorgeous, and I want to touch you everywhere.”An understatement.She flattened her hands against his lean cheeks, the heat from his skin searing her palms.Her fingers tap-danced down his shoulder and tested the hardness of his pectoral muscles, the warmth of his flesh.
“You have lots of muscles for a chef.Don’t you have to sample your food?I’d grow to the size of a double-decker bus if I tested every dish.You must exercise.”She walked her fingers down his abs, counting in her mind.One.Two.Eight.“You have an eight pack.Don’t guys exercise all day to grow this many muscles?”
“I like to exercise in my spare time at the community gym, and I take self-defense classes.I run and play rugby with my friends.My hours might be anti-social, but I don’t spend my down-time sleeping.”
“Maybe I’d feel stronger if I worked out more.My mother disapproves of women frequenting gyms.”Her hand rested on his hipbone now.He didn’t have tattoos—not like Gregor.It was well-known the prince had one on his backside.She’d spotted it in a tabloid photo when the paparazzi had caught him skinny-dipping with three young women.Her mother had confiscated the paper before Gabrielle had scrutinized the tattoo.
“Do you do everything your mother tells you?”His gaze was watchful.Thoughtful.
“Mostly.Not today,” Gabrielle amended, going with honesty.
“Do repercussions worry you?”
“No.”Gabrielle mulled that over for long seconds, finally grinning.“Do you sunbathe in the nude?”Daringly, she dipped down to press a kiss to the paler skin of his hip.
“That would be telling.You spend little time in the sun.Your skin is a beautiful shade.It reminds me of fresh cream with a hint of peaches.”
His sincerity rang out, and the longer he stared at her, the more self-conscious she became.
“It’s just me.I’m not judging you.What I am is dying because you’re not touching me enough.I want lips and fingers.Your tongue.I want everything with you.For an intrigued person, you’re not moving at speed.”
His gentle goading prodded her into action.Gabrielle wrapped her fingers around his erection.“You’re warm,” she said in surprise.
“What did you expect?”
Gabrielle shrugged and leaned over him.Her hair fell forward, screening her face, which suited her because embarrassment heated her cheeks.But curiosity filled her, too.She moved closer and dipped her head, gathering the bead of moisture at his tip with her tongue.
Ramsay’s deep groan encouraged her to explore further, but she wanted to please him, and she lifted her head.“Show me what you like.Please.I want to make you feel good.”
His hands wrapped around hers, and he guided her in what he wanted.“Use your mouth to explore, too.The heat of your mouth around my dick…” He trailed off.“It’s a happy place for any man.Explore my balls.Not too hard there, but you don’t have to be so gentle with my shaft.”
Soon, she managed a rhythm that pleased her and had him shuddering and groaning, his low words of encouragement making her hot.
“Enough,” he said suddenly.
She jerked her head up to study his features.“Did I do something wrong?”
“No.”He reached over to grab his wallet and pulled out a condom.
“Ah,” Gabrielle said.“That might come in handy.”
He rolled her body beneath him, and she stared up at him in wonder.Moisture had gathered between her legs—more as she’d touched him.After analyzing the sensations coursing her body, she said, “I feel… I feel needy.”
