Scandalous in a Kilt (Hot Scots Book 3) by Anna Durand

Author:Anna Durand [Durand, Anna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Jacobsville Books
Published: 2018-04-19T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Two

That night, I was in my room at ten o'clock wearing only my short satin robe—pink, of course—and picking out my clothes for the next day. My mood had soured around sunset, when I figured out I wouldn't see Rory tonight, the sixth night without him since we'd tied the knot. Damn, he had repression down to a science. I'd gotten him riled up good yesterday, and again today, yet he kept his distance.

After setting out my ensemble for the morning, I ambled to the bed and flipped the covers back.

A knock resounded through the door. Two quick, crisp raps.

Rory.

I glanced at the doorway, my mouth open, but I never got the chance to invite him in. The door pivoted inward, and Rory sauntered inside.

My open mouth tightened into a smile, and a sumptuous warmth rushed through me. He was completely nude, with his erection curving up to bob in front of his lower belly.

He shut the door on his way to me, halting a few feet away at the foot of the bed. "You win."

"Just like that? I mean, you could wait a couple more hours and it'll be day five. You'll have won the bet."

"Donnae care about winning." He caught sight of my legs, and his engorged shaft jerked. His taut expression mutated into pain. "I need to fuck ye, m'eudail. Now."

"Oh God, I want you too, baby. So much."

His hands came up to rub my upper arms. "The wager was we'd be naked in your room in four days. Cannae wait another day to feel the heat of your soft, slick body around my cock."

I sagged into him, angling my head up in a silent plea for his mouth on mine.

He skimmed his hands up to my shoulders and down along the neckline of my robe until his fingertips teased my breasts. With one hand, he freed the sash around my waist, and the robe fell open. He pushed the satin off my shoulders, letting it flutter to the floor.

"M'eudail," he whispered, "you are the most beautiful thing I've ever laid eyes on." He dragged his hands over my breasts, onto my belly. "Or laid my hands on."

His touch felt so good I spread my hands on his chest. "I want to touch you the way you've touched me, the other times we were together. I want to feel every inch of you."

"This is what you want for the bet?"

"No. This is extra, and you can say no."

Grasping my upper arms, he pulled me into his body. "Have your way with me, m'eala-fhiadhaich. Donnae let me fetter your wings."

"My wings?" I hopped up on my toes, twining my arms around his neck. "What was that you called me? It sounded lovely."

"M'eala-fhiadhaich. It means my wild swan." His fingers manipulated my flesh, a gentle pressure as gentle as the emotion in his voice. "You are a free and untamed lass, and as elegant and beautiful as any swan."

My throat went thick, my stomach fluttered. An endearment? I wanted to shriek my joy while jumping up and down, but this intimacy between us was fragile.

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