Page 83 of Lachlan in a Kilt

"I know what you are,mo leannan," I say as I drag my mouth up her jawline, from her chin to her ear. I forge a trail down her throat, punctuating my words with feather-light kisses. "Sweet. Kind. Strong. Stubborn. Clever."

Moving my mouth even lower, I graze my lips across the slope of one breast and follow it down.

Her head falls back, and her spine arches.

I slip my tongue under the edge of her bra, drawing a gasp from her.

"Beautiful," I whisper, nuzzling the valley between her breasts. "Sensual. Soft. Irresistible."

"I—" She stops abruptly after speaking that single word, her breasts heaving.

"The bonniest of all," I murmur, diving one hand inside her jeans to palm her erse.

She sucks in a breath and opens her thighs.

I tilt my head back to gaze into her golden eyes. "Are ye ready for me?"

Erica says nothing, but desire burns in her eyes.

With lazy strokes, I caress her erse inside her jeans, loving the warmth of her skin and the way her flesh yields to my fingers. I rub my chin over the mound of her breast. "Find out for myself."

I hold her close as I ease her down onto the bedspread then get rid of her clothing before I shed mine. Her naked body is spread out beneath me, and I can't resist taking a moment to admire every curve and swell—and the scent of her desire for me. Aye, she wants me as much as I want her, and here in this room, I need to show her exactly how much she means to me.

Kneeling at her feet, I close my fingers around her ankles in a light hold, barely grazing her skin. When I skim my hands up her calves, she shivers faintly—and my cock starts to harden. Her breathing has become more labored, her breasts bouncing with every rise and fall of her chest. Those taut, rosy-red nipples bob in front of me. I should be ravishing her, but instead, I gaze at her body with reverence while I take slow, deep breaths to savor the scent of her.

My tongue sneaks out to moisten my lips.

She lifts her head, her body held up by her elbows. "Wha—"

That word cuts off when I glide my hands over her knees and higher still. She lets out a long, shaky breath. I ease her legs apart with both hands and touch my damp lips to her inner thigh, kiss my way up to the apex, and hesitate there. Fuck, she's perfect. Her body, her smile, her voice, everything about her is wonderful.

With my fingertips, I caress the curly hairs on her mound, amazed anew by how soft those hairs feel. I plant a wet kiss on her hip, earning a ragged moan from her.

She stretches a hand out to comb her fingers through my hair.

I turn my face into her palm, darting my tongue out to taste her skin, then I move my head down between her thighs where the scent of her envelops me, sweet and musky and rich. Our gazes connect, and I swear I feel a genuine connection between us, though I know that's bollocks. She believes I want only sex from her. That's what I told her, and it's the reason she doesn't feel comfortable telling me about her problems. As much as I long to comfort and help her, all I can offer her is this—sex, but imbued with all the confusing, conflicting emotions she inspires in me.

I seal my mouth over her clit, suckling and licking it, stimulating her nerves little by little while she watches me, her face tightening from the pleasure ratcheting tighter every second.

Erica aroused is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.

Lifting my head, I crawl up her body, skating my hands over her skin, caressing every inch of her while licking and nibbling my way over her belly and breasts until my face hovers above hers. I wrap my hands around her breasts, my thumbs drawing circles around the nipples.

She blows out several short, uneven breaths. "What are you doing?"

I flick my thumbs over her nipples. "Worshiping you."

"Lachlan—"

"Shh." I slant my mouth over hers with firm pressure, then soften the kiss, rubbing my lips back and forth, running my tongue along the seam of her mouth. Her lips part for me, and I murmur into her mouth, "Let me show you."

"Show me?" she whispers.

No explanations. I'm going to show her and hope she understands.

At the instant I thrust my tongue between her lips, I plunge my cock inside her and lower my body to cover hers. My breaths fan her hair across her cheek while she writhes and moans into my mouth and I push my tongue deep, in time with every stroke of my cock. I stop fighting what she makes me feel, stop trying to hide it for as long as I'm inside her, using my body to show her what she means to me. I rove my hands over her body, exploring it with all the tenderness I'm incapable of expressing any other way. I take her slowly and sweetly, and when I come with one long, powerful thrust, I feel Erica's climax break through her too. Wave after wave of contractions grip my body as every muscle inside her fastens around me in the most incredible embrace.

Tears roll down her cheeks.