Too Scot to Hold (The Hots for Scots #8) - Caroline Lee Page 0,20

her back as he lowered his lips to hers.

Of course, this meant his plaid fell off.

But when she whimpered joyfully against his lips and wrapped her arms around his neck, he decided he didn’t give a shite. Besides, she was pressed against him now, her pelvis cradling his engorged cock in the most perfect way.

By St. Luke’s testicles, he’d missed holding her. Missed kissing her. She tasted of tart apples and the floral scent which always tickled his nose when she was near. With another growl, deep in his throat, he dragged his tongue along the seam of her lips, and she moaned and invited him in.

Soon her fingernails were digging into the skin of his shoulders and she began undulating against his cock, dragging the hot junction of her thighs along his hard length, and Graham was in very real danger of spilling his seed against her chemise.

“Vina!” he gasped, pulling away from her lips. But he lacked the discipline to leave her entirely and trailed kisses along her jaw. “Saints bless me, Vina, I am sorry. I am sorry ye felt such pain.”

“And I am sorry ye— Ooh,” she moaned, when he reached the spot below her ear which had her tilting her head to one side. “Graham, please.”

Seven months of bitterness flew right out the window when she begged him like that.

“Aye, lass,” he growled, scooping her against him. “I’ve missed ye.”

She was still gyrating against him, and he was grinning when he dropped his lips to the tops of her breasts. She tasted just as delicious as he remembered.

Suddenly, she gasped and broke away, her hands scrambling for the ties at the neckline of her gown. He straightened, ready to ask her what she was doing, but when she pulled on the ribbon and the chemise fell from her shoulders to pool around her waist, ‘twas fairly obvious. He stepped back to give her enough room to kick the linen to the floor and toe off her slippers, then he reached for her hips, his cock jutting proudly between them.

“Now we’re more even,” she whispered breathlessly, dropping her hands atop his. He was surprised when she tugged at him, stepping toward the bed with a desperate grin. “And I need ye, Graham.”

“No’ as much as I need ye.”

They fell atop his bed together, her legs wrapped around his, and his mouth dropping to the smooth skin of one of her breasts. As his tongue found her nipple, he spread the fingers of one hand across her lower back and dropped the others to the curls hiding her sweet spot.

She was just as wet as he’d hoped she’d be.

With a moan, she arched against him, digging her fingers into his scalp. ‘Twas all the encouragement he needed as his thumb found her clitoris, and his fingers parted the folds of her labia.

“Graham!” she gasped, her hips thrusting upward. “Please!”

“God’s blood, I’ve missed ye.” Missed this. “Ye taste divine,” he murmured against her skin, before closing his lips around her opposite nipple.

“Graham! Make me—” She broke off on a gasp, then tried again. “Now! Make me yers!”

Seven months. Seven long months of believing she no longer loved him, but this hadn’t changed: He still wasn’t worthy enough to take her virginity.

So he didn’t answer, couldn’t answer. He rolled to one side, taking her with him, his fingers still deep inside her core, mimicking what he desperately ached to do to her, as the pad of his thumb teased her clitoris.

She was panting, a desperate prayer repeated over and over again, as she twisted under his ministrations. And then her small hand gripped his cock, and they both shuddered.

“Vina,” he croaked harshly, “I’ll no’ last if—”

“Good! I want—”

Her claim was cut off by a moan, and he echoed her when she stroked him once, twice.

In moments, she’d found a rhythm, matching his. ‘Twas not the most skilled touch, but ‘twas hers, and he had to focus to keep from spilling in her hand. Her first, he kept repeating.

In the candlelight, her eyes had gone wide, and he sensed her orgasm building from the way she pushed against his hand. Last summer, over the course of a few nights together, he’d learned to read her signs and felt blessed for the chance to experience them again.

Thinking to help her along, he leaned in and claimed her lips with his.

Around his fingers, her pleasure burst, her inner muscles squeezing his digits as she whimpered against his lips. Her hand tightened around