Her Scottish Savior by Shaw Hart

Author:Shaw Hart [Hart, Shaw]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-02-29T16:00:00+00:00

9

Nova

* * *

Baylor leads me into the Four Seasons and I let him help me up to the room. I think I drank too much wine with dinner but I’ve never had wine that tasted like that. Usually, I can’t choke the stuff down, and I’m guessing that it’s because I could only afford the cheap stuff.

I weave slightly in my high heels, and Baylor holds me tighter to him as he unlocks the door and sweeps me up in his arms. I giggle, wrapping my arm around his shoulders and toeing my shoes off as he crosses to the bedroom.

He lays me down gently on the bed and I sigh, wiggling out of my dress and tossing it over the side. Then I realize that the dress probably costs thousands, and I roll out of bed to hang it up.

“A got it,” Baylor says, picking the fabric up and tossing it over the back of the chair in the corner.

I lay back on the bed, the alcohol lowering my inhibitions, and I crawl under the covers in just my bra and thong. I pull the covers up, slipping my bra straps down my arms and tossing that onto the chair too.

Normally, I would never be this bold but part of me wants to push the boundaries. I know that Baylor wouldn’t hurt me, but part of me wants to tease him. To turn him on like he’s been turning me on all night.

I lean up on my elbows, watching Baylor as he starts to strip out of his own clothes. The sheets slip lower, revealing my pebbled nipples to the cool air, and I see Baylor’s eyes lock on the stiff peaks. His body stiffens as his eyes fill with heat and want and I bite my lip, pleased at how attracted he seems to be to me.

My hand glides up my rounded belly to cup one heavy breast, and I heft the weight in my palm, my eyes locked on his. I grin when I see the way that Baylor’s erection is tenting the front of his pants. My eyes greedily take in his toned body, the way his muscles bunch and tense under his skin.

“Are ye tryin’ta tease me, love?” Baylor asks in a low voice as he steps out of his jeans, standing before me in just his boxer briefs.

“Aye,” I quip, trying to imitate his accent. “Is it working?” I ask with a grin.

“Aye,” he says, prowling toward the bed.

He climbs on, his arms resting on either side of my head as his knees bracket mine.

“But A’m not some wee boy, love.”

He lowers his hips, his erection finding its way between my legs.

“A’m a man, and A’m not someone to be played with,” he says, his lips a breath away from mine.

“Naw, you’ve had a wee bit to drink, and A won’t force ye. Be a good lass and go tae bed,” he says, rolling onto his side and covering us both up.

I roll over, resting my head on his chest and cuddling against him.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.