This Scot of Mine by Sophie Jordan

Author:Sophie Jordan
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2019-03-12T04:00:00+00:00

Hunt woke slowly to chirping birds. As he opened his eyes, faint sunlight greeted him and the scent of flowers filled his nose. She rustled beside him. A tangle of hair streamed across his chest. Dark as a moonless night. He threaded his fingers through it. Like silk. He brushed it aside and found himself staring at Clara. Her hair had come unraveled from its plait. She slept on, unaware of the strands of loosened hair everywhere, connecting them.

She wasn’t aware of him at all. She slept blissfully ignorant that she had drifted toward the center of the bed, invading his space . . . invading him. One of her arms draped across his bare chest.

He was aware. Blissfully, wretchedly aware.

Her nightgown had bunched up so that the silken length of her leg wrapped around his hip. He hissed out a slow breath, his body achingly alert to the proximity of sweet feminine flesh against him.

He fought to swallow. Her closeness was too much for any man to bear. He lowered a hand to the limb to push it off him, but then his hand lingered, luxuriating in the soft skin of her knee, the delicate bend.

She sighed and snuggled her face closer up his chest, right beside his face.

He reminded himself that she was sleeping. He told himself to let go of her knee. To remove her from him, peel her off and away.

Easier said than done.

He brought his face down to her neck and breathed her in. She smelled delicious. Like flowers and winter and soap all rolled into one welcoming package. He nuzzled her neck like he was some kind of purring cat desperate to get closer. And then he licked her. Tasted her warm skin with a small, satisfied growl. He followed the taste with a moist, openmouthed kiss on the side of her throat.

Her breath caught just above his ear, feathering his hair. He felt her swallow, her slender throat working against his lips.

Everything in him felt liquid-hot and melting . . . like his muscles had dissolved into heated butter. He wanted to crawl inside her. Roll her onto her back and drive his body into hers until he experienced every part of her.

Every curve and dip and hollow. All her softness. His cock swelled, aching and eager to slide inside her snug heat. The core of her was so close, radiating heat, not far from his hip. So close. Her nightgown was already gathered high, her thigh flung around his hip. It wouldn’t take much. A slight shifting and push and he could be inside her.

The sudden surge of need shook him to the core. It wasn’t like anything he felt before. He’d always been strong and in control.

Right now he did not feel that way at all.

It dragged him back to reality, kept him from going further. It was enough. Enough to bring him back. He lifted his face from her throat and released her thigh . . . only to find a pair of unblinking brown eyes fastened to his face.

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