Loving The Scot: A Steamy Standalone Insta Love Romance by Flora Ferrari

Author:Flora Ferrari [Ferrari, Flora]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-11-16T18:30:00+00:00

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Alana

I stare at the ceiling in my hotel room, willing myself to close my eyes and drop off to sleep so I can get the night over with faster.

It’s still early.

I ate dinner and came straight to bed, wanting to get to my date with Finlay tomorrow as quickly as possible.

Sleep, though, isn’t coming.

I probably haven’t used up enough energy.

After our lunch, Finlay dropped me off outside the hotel, and I went to the in-house spa to swim in the pool, thinking it would burn off some energy.

After a few laps didn't take away the buzzing in my blood, I showered and took special care to make sure my body was as spotless and smooth as it could be – even if he’d basically already seen me, I still wanted to make an effort for tomorrow.

I definitely don’t want to be sitting there thinking that I wish I had shaved while he’s making me feel things like he did this morning.

And oh, what he made me feel. I recount the events in my head, my hands straying across my body to try to remember where his hands had been.

It feels like he branded his touch on my skin.

I recall every touch and every flick of his tongue. It was so overwhelming at the moment that I didn’t know how to contain myself.

I could go back there again with my eyes closed, lying on that couch, his head between her legs.

My cheeks burn again just remembering, but at the time, it hadn’t felt embarrassing at all. It felt natural, so right, instinctively trusting him that there was nothing to be afraid of and nothing to be nervous about.

He would look after me.

I grab the hotel pillow and press it against my face, trying to blot out the memory so I can try to get some sleep.

It’s so hot, the memory running through my head, again and again. I’m getting wet just thinking about it, my face heating even though there’s no one here to know I’m having these kinds of thoughts.

What is it going to be like tomorrow?

I can barely contain myself. The excitement is just too much.

Finally, somehow, sleep comes – but only to dream of him, knowing that the morning can’t come soon enough.

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