Page 6 of My Highland Fling
A cover band started playing.Perfect.
He smiled at her.“Would you like to dance?”
“What if someone takes our table?”
“Don’t worry.We’ll find somewhere else to sit.You can leave your bag with my friends.They’ll keep it and our drinks safe.”
When they stopped by Scott and Liam’s table, the girls had left to return to the castle.
“This is Gabrielle.Can you watch Gabrielle’s bag and our drinks while we dance?”
Scott nodded.“I’m Scott.”
“Liam,” Liam said with a wave.“No problem.”
Ramsay clasped Gabrielle’s hand and drew her into the middle of the dance floor.It was a slow, dreamy ballad playing, and he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her against his body.They fit perfectly, and Ramsay had never felt so happy.So right.
Gabrielle was definitely his mate, and he needed to fashion a plan to make her come around to his way of thinking.
Chapter 3
Clandestine Arrangements
GabriellemeltedagainstRamsay.His body was solid and bore no surplus fat.Not like Gregor, her betrothed.She recalled his oily smile during the video call and shuddered inwardly.While she was aware—because her mother kept telling her—she was overweight, at least she maintained some control.
Somehow, she had to wriggle out of the marriage contract.
Three months wasn’t long.It wasn’t as if he loved her.Prince Gregor was more interested in skiing and the ski bunnies who frequented the bars and trendy hotels.From what she’d read in the gossip papers, he preferred skinny bean poles for his lovers.Thin, she was not.
On the plus side, Ramsay didn’t mind her rounded curves.In fact, she’d caught him sneaking a peek at her cleavage, and that hadn’t been disgust on his handsome face.His rugged features, tanned, despite his indoor job, had held interest.This awareness reflected in his heavily lashed green eyes.Those beautiful eyes and his glorious muscles did it for her.Now that she’d touched him—they were dancing close together—she could attest to his splendid shape.His black hair needed a trim and perhaps product to tame his curls, but she adored the dark stubble on his cheeks.So sexy.Her fingers itched to touch, but no…
Heck, why not?She could touch if she wanted to.He had the right to say no, and she’d respect his decision.
She lifted her hand and felt a faint tremor but continued anyway, her pulse fluttering at her daring—the crown princess touching a man in a public place.Perhaps the sky would fall.Her hand quaked harder.Finally, her fingers contacted his jaw.His stubble abraded the tips as she dragged them the length of his jawline.He turned his face a fraction and dropped a kiss on her palm.His lips were warm and soft, and something precious twisted inside her.She’d never had such an instant reaction to a man.Not that her parents allowed her anywhere near strange men.This was a first.
Ramsay groaned and drew her closer.While she was a highly guarded princess—a virgin—she wasn’t clueless.He wanted her, evidenced by the hard spike of his erection.A ripple of pleasure swept her breasts and sank to the achy spot between her thighs.Intrigue about making love with a man of her choice assailed her, not for the first time.While she’d self-pleasured and experienced a climax, she was curious.Would sex overwhelm her, or was the entire process an exaggeration?
Gabrielle realized she wanted the answer to this question.
“Can I kiss you?”he asked.
The band had started another slow song, and couples swayed together.Ramsay had directed them to the back of the dancefloor, and the dim lighting lent an intimacy to their embrace.
“I’d like that.”
Ramsay bent his head an instant later and pressed his lips against hers.Experience had not prepared her for Ramsay’s kiss.He went slowly, teasing a reaction from her.Her hands settled on his shoulders, and she opened her mouth, allowing him to twirl their tongues together.She tasted the crisp hoppy beer and a sweetness that could easily become habit-forming.She had an addictive personality, which was why she had trouble losing weight.A poor trait of hers, according to her parents.
If she informed her mother she’d happily live on Ramsay’s kisses, that wouldn’t go down well.Probably cause a gigantic scene.
Ramsay backed off a fraction, and his eyes glowed weirdly in the dark.She blinked, and when she focused on him again, the otherworldly gleam had disappeared.
“You are such a temptation.I’m desperate to touch you, lick and nibble every inch of your delectable body.”
A coil of anticipation tightened between her thighs, and she’d never been so self-aware before.Her breasts felt heavier than usual, the friction of her nipples against the silk of her bra a big distraction.The borrowed jeans constricted her muscles, and a sly craving slid into prominence.She’d love nothing more than to fling off every item of apparel and offer her body to him.
“Yes.”She stared deep into those pretty green eyes of his.
“Do you have a hotel room?”he asked.
