Scandalous Scotsman - M.J. Fields Page 0,22
your teeth and call me tomorrow.”
“Wait, Tonya. I can’t— ”
“Call me later, Lizzie. Goodbye.”
Still Wednesday
Lizzie
After brushing my teeth, rinsing with mouthwash, and even doing a quick pit, vag, and butt bird bath, I open my bathroom door to step out and run into a wall of hard, hot, unmovable body, feeling my breath leave me in a gasp.
With one of his hands, he grabs my waist, steadying me. He wraps the other around my hair and pulls it back, forcing me to look up at him. “I’m a father to a little girl who lost her mother in an accident four years behind us.”
“I’m—”
“I’m set to win custody from her maternal grandparents, and she’ll be moving into her new home in three days.”
“That’s wond—”
His grip tightens. “She’s not yer concern, but she’s my everything.”
“I unders—”
“Is this truly what you want, Elizabeth Bloom? A man to ravage yer body who is tellin’ ye truthfully he can never hold yer heart?”
I swallow back the emotion caused by his words and allow desire to take hold. Not a difficult transition with him so close. Then, without reserve, I answer, “Absolutely.”
“I’m a surgeon, Elizabeth Bloom— I help people heal— but I’m warning ye, this happens, I may break ye.”
Gripping the hem of his shirt, I slowly begin to pull it up. “I’m unbreakable, Dr. Stew—”
His grip tightens, causing my scalp to prickle, as he closes his lips on mine. “Ethan,” he corrects in a hungry growl.
His lips surround mine before I even get to call him by his name for what would be the very first time, but all care is lost when he slides his hand down my waist and cups between my legs, lifting me in a way I never imagined being lifted.
I grip his hair as his velvet tongue slides across my lips and his fingers glide across the fabric of my panties.
Crying out, my lips part, and his hot, wet, delicious tongue slides between them, caressing my already quivering tongue.
A whimper escapes me, and then I slide mine against his, eliciting a throaty growl that vibrates through my entire body as he releases my hair, firmly slides his hand down my back, and grips my ass, fingers of both hands flexing, kneading my skin softly. The gentleness in his touch contradicts the way he controls the kiss, devouring me.
It isn’t until he’s leaning forward that it registers that, while being consumed by his touch, his scent, his taste, he’s carried me to bed.
Knowing he didn’t take the stairs, he took me to my parents’ room, I close my eyes so this moment is not disturbed by my surroundings.
His lips leave mine, and then he pushes up on his knees. When he doesn’t touch me, I open my eyes.
His voice gruff and throaty, he asks, “Have ye changed yer mind?”
I close my eyes, inhale, and smile as I shake my head. “Not a chance.” I hook my ankles around his broad back and reach for the hem of my yellow floral sundress, slowly pulling it upward, watching his beautiful green eyes grow darker as his chest rises and falls, heavier and heavier.
“Tá tú go halainn, Elizabeth Bloom.”
“That’s beautiful,” I whisper.
“It is what I said.” He reaches behind him, pulls his tee-shirt over his head, and tosses it aside, and I do the same with my sundress.
“Christ,” he growls as he leans down, cupping my breasts in his hands, stroking his thumbs across my nipples, and then back again as they harden beneath his touch. “I’m gonna need to fuck yer pretty tits.” He squeezes my nipples, pulling them out, pleasure nearing pain, as he releases one then the other. “But first, I’m gonna fuck yer cunt until ye never threaten me to fuck another.”
He stands off the bed and unbuttons his shorts as he looks up at me through his sexy, messy waves that have fallen over his eyes.
I nod and lick my lips as I watch him drop his shorts. They part when I see not only is he incredibly large but uncut.
As much as I’ve always hated the streetlight right outside this window, I’m now incredibly thankful that Margie complained so much they moved it from her property and, of course, it ended up in front of our house.
“Wow.”
He looks up while stepping out of his shorts. Nostrils flaring, he walks to the end of the bed.
“As much as I’ve enjoyed this boot, it’s time it comes off.”
I lift my leg, and he takes it off. When his eyes