Page 9 of My Highland Fling
“You stole my line,” she said with a musical giggle.Not an annoying one but plain charming.He could listen to her all night, watch her expressive face, and memorize every nuance.
“Let me get your buttons.I’m tempted to rip off your shirt, but you look so pretty in it.”He took his time, pausing to caress or nuzzle the silken skin he revealed.She enticed him on every level.It wasn’t her subtle fragrance but the deeper underlying scent that was her.He and his feline reveled in it.Catnip for sure.He drew the cotton fabric down her arms and tossed the garment on the back of an easy chair.Her breasts were magnificent.Rounded globes filled her lacy bra.“Can I remove this?”
“Take off everything.”Her imperious tone lost something because of her broad grin and the sparkle of her brown eyes.
“Your word is my command.”
Ramsay wasted no time stripping off her remaining clothes.Once done, he took a step back to admire her.She was all pale golden skin and healthy curves.Her blonde hair curled around her shoulders while a thin blonde landing strip guarded her sex.Pink nipples tipped her breasts, and they’d pulled to stiff peaks in the air-conditioned room.
She crossed her hands over her chest.“You’re staring.”
“Because I find you beautiful.”
“You should get naked, too.It’d be much fairer.”
“Nothing I’d enjoy more.Pull back the covers.”
“You’ll see my butt.”
His brows rose.
“I’m reliably informed it’s not my best feature.”
“By night’s end, I’ll have kissed that round arse of yours, and other people’s insults won’t matter.”Her appearance pleased him, and he couldn’t see a thing wrong with her.It was apparent from their conversation so far that she enjoyed food and could cook.As a chef, he liked to see people enthusiastic about the food he’d prepared.He had little time for customers who poked at their meals or cross-questioned the wait staff about the ingredients.“Go on, pull back the covers.”
He waited while her gaze challenged him.Finally, she huffed out an impatient breath and turned away.She stomped the short distance to the bed and tugged at the duvet.It resisted her efforts since the room attendant had done a fine job of making the bed.A cute grumble escaped her, and her backside jiggled with her exertion.
“A little help?”she muttered, her tone coming close to cross.While she’d struggled with the linens, he’d shucked his clothes.
He stalked toward her, drawn like a magnet seeking metal.Ramsay drew near and nuzzled her neck.
“You smell good.”
“My perfume,” she said.“My aunt—my mother’s sister—had it specially blended for me on my twenty-first birthday earlier this year.”
He inhaled again and separated the distinct notes of the fragrance.Yes, Gabrielle’s bouquet with its flowers and a hint of sandalwood, if he wasn’t mistaken, but her personal scent of wildness and musk drew him and his feline most.In a little self-punishment, he nibbled at her mating site—the fleshy pad where neck and shoulder met.The delightful aroma intensified, and he couldn’t prevent a groan of pure need from escaping.
She turned in his arms and pressed her front to his.They fit perfectly, and Ramsay allowed himself to kiss her without restraint this time.Too early to voice the words now, but he could show her the truth of them.Passion screamed through him.Yearning.Need.
Ramsay scooped her off her feet without breaking their kiss and settled her on the bed.He followed her down and continued kissing her, feasting on her mouth.He battled the primal hunger that filled him and failed.His desire was too great.She was too much temptation.Somehow, he had to slow down and make sure he satisfied her.Yeah, he intended to please her, touch her, make love to her again and again.
She ran her hands down his back and cupped his buttocks.A low, delighted chuckle came from her seconds before she squeezed.Lust roared through Ramsay so fast he’d swear he blacked out for a second.
“Let me taste you,” he said.
Her pink lips curved in a seductive smile.“Anything.”
Ramsay sighed, taking pleasure in her calm acceptance, her trust because he sensed this wasn’t her typical behavior.She wore her innocence like a cloak.He snatched a quick kiss and pinched one taut nipple simultaneously.She jumped at his sudden move, but her gasp was more groan.
“Like that?”
“Surprisingly,” she said.“I never knew pain could feel magnificent.”
Ramsay growled, the sound more catlike than he’d intended.
She was perfect for him.Perfect.
Pleased with her, he licked and caressed his way down her body.She parted her legs before he could ask, and her feminine scent rose to greet him.His first taste had him purring, and he teased her until she moaned her enjoyment.Her fingers tangled in his hair, and he fleetingly thought he was glad he hadn’t listened to Emily and Tomasine to get his hair cut.They’d told him women liked their men tidy.
