Too Scot to Hold (The Hots for Scots #8) - Caroline Lee Page 0,50

she was surprised when he twisted her back to face him, shoved both hands down her bodice, and cupped her breasts.

“Excellent,” he groaned, and lowered his lips to the tops of the plump mounds.

‘Twas not the first time he’d kissed her there, but the intimacy of the moment made her gasp with pleasure, especially when his teeth scraped against the sensitive skin above her nipple.

Her hands clawed at his shoulders as he bent over her tits, and she was irritated he was still wearing so many clothes.

“Graham, please—” Her plea broke off with a relieved gurgle when he did exactly what she’d wanted and closed his lips around her nipple. “Aye.”

When he chuckled again—actually chuckled—she felt the reverberations through her chest clear down to the junction of her thighs. The vibrations caused her to jerk against him, desperate for the contact she’d been craving.

Suddenly, Graham broke away and straightened. He was breathing heavily, but his lips were still pulled up just slightly. “Ye taste better than ye ever have, Vina, but I find myself anxious to skip to the bedding.”

“Husband, I’ve had yer mouth on my tits afore—I’ve had yer mouth everywhere—but what I want is…”

When she trailed off, his brows rose. “What do ye want, Vina?”

She stepped back and looked him up and down. Then she pointed at his shirt, his kilt, and his boots in turn. “I want those clothes off of ye, I want ye naked on the bed, and I want that”—she pointed at the hard length tenting his kilt—“in here.”

When she used both hands to frame the junction of her thighs in the crudest way possible, his lips twitched again.

“Ye are a demanding lass, are ye no’?”

She nodded solemnly, loving their wordplay. “I’m a desperate lass, who’s waited a year to be made a woman. Yer woman.”

“I like the sound of that,” he growled, then reached for her.

The rest of their clothes seemed to melt off them, and then they were curled around one another in the bed.

‘Twas not their first time together in this bed, or any bed. ‘Twas not the first time they’d been naked together either.

But ‘twas the first time she’d become fully his.

As his large, gentle hands roamed over her back, he whispered, “Are ye ready?”

She quirked a brow and glanced down at his erection, jutting against her belly. “Even more ready than ye are, I’d say.”

“Impossible. But I’ll make ye ready.”

With that promise, his hands continued to stroke, but his lips joined the endeavor. Soon, she was on her back, her arms splayed, and her heels planted against the coverlet, arching against his tongue. She was panting with readiness when his lips found her pearl and began to gently suckle, his fingers stroking her ever closer.

This wasn’t what she wanted.

“Graham!” she whimpered. “Stop!”

His fingers continued their deft movements, even as he lifted his mouth from her. The fact his lips glistened with her essence was enough to make her clench around his fingers, and she willed her pleasure at bay.

“I dinnae want it like this, husband.” She tried for her sternest voice. “I told ye what I want.”

His lips twitched. “Aye, ye did, but I’m no’ a small man, and this will make it easier for ye.”

Oh.

Oh, my.

“Is-is that yer professional opinion?”

He nodded solemnly. “As a doctor, ‘tis my responsibility to ensure yer comfort.”

Comfort?

Vina swallowed. “Carry on,” she managed in a weak voice, as her head dropped back against the pillow.

He did, and soon, she was whimpering again, her arse arching off the mattress to push her aching core against his mouth.

When he chuckled again, she felt it throughout her soul.

And then he was lifting himself, looming over her, as he settled between her legs. “Now,” he drawled; his lips twitching wickedly, “ye are ready.”

She didn’t have time for aught more than a gasp as he slid into her, and they both groaned at the sensation. For her part, Davina held herself perfectly still, trying to get used to the feeling of being so filled by him.

“Ye are mine,” he whispered tenderly, and when she opened her eyes, she saw so much love, so much pride, shining in his expression, the discomfort ceased to matter.

Blowing out a breath, she relaxed under him and realized that helped the tightness as well. So she lifted her arms up to rest on his shoulders and smiled. “No’ quite yet, husband.”

He flexed, just slightly, his cock sliding out, then back in again, just a fraction of an inch.

It was enough to make her gasp,