The Highland Fling(77)

I reach up behind her and unhook her bra. The straps fall quickly, and she lifts up, tossing it to the side.

“Jesus fuck, you’re sexy.” My hands travel up her torso to her ample breasts. I cup them and pass my thumbs over her nipples as she continues to grind against me. Her back arches, pressing her breasts farther into my hands, and I take that moment to squeeze a little harder. With a light moan, her mouth falls open. She doesn’t hold back, doesn’t stand for shyness. She’s confident, she takes what she wants, and she’s sexy as hell doing it.

“Rowan,” she moans again when I pinch her nipples. Her hips move faster, her hands landing on my stomach now, and I swear I can sense her orgasm moving to its apex. Her fingers dig into my stomach, her breaths shorten, and her eyes squeeze shut as I roll her nipples between my fingers. “Yes, oh my God.” She falls against me and her lips descend on mine, while her hips buck up and down, until finally . . .

“Oh fuck,” she whispers, drawing out her orgasm, our underwear the only barrier.

When her hips slow down, I flip her to her back and yank off her thong, followed by my boxer briefs. My goddamn dick is painfully hard as I reach for a condom from my nightstand and roll it over. Bonnie is still lightly panting on the bed, her eyes shut.

“Lass.” Her eyes open. “Are you okay?”

She smiles. “Perfect.” Holding out her arms, she welcomes me into her embrace, and I hover above her, slowing down the evening just slightly so she can gather herself. With one elbow propping me up, I give myself a chance to glide my fingers over her soft skin, to her puckered nipples, and then all the way down to her pubic bone. I repeat the path over and over again, savoring the feel of her skin and watching how so easily she is turned on, how quickly she can recover and be ready all over again.

“I want you inside me,” she whispers.

“I want inside you too, lass. Desperately.”

Her hands cup my face, and as she spreads her legs, she presses her mouth to mine, letting her tongue tell me exactly what she wants. Positioning my cock at her entrance, I slowly push in and catch her exhale on my lips as I stretch her open.

“You all right?” I whisper.

“So good,” she says, so I move a little bit deeper, ever so carefully, pumping in and out, easing in. “So, so good.”

My hand cups her face, and I tenderly drag my thumb over her cheek as our kisses become fervent, much needier than before, but I’m not urgent with my thrusts—I keep those controlled and really focus on her mouth, on making that connection.

That is, until she wraps her legs around my hips and pulls me in all the way. She gasps while I grunt, my eyes nearly rolling to the back of my head.

Warm.

Tight.

Goddamn heaven.

That’s what she feels like. Fucking heaven.

“More, Rowan,” she begs. “I need more. I need you to move.”

I need it too.

Keeping my mouth on hers, I lift up slightly for a better angle and start to thrust in and out of her. I take it slow at first, dragging out each pulse, making sure she can feel every inch of me. And with every second that passes, I pick up the pace until we’re both breathing heavily and our bodies are slapping together, our movements becoming erratic, our pleasure mounting.

“God, I can’t get deep enough,” I say before moving my mouth to her neck, then down to her breasts.

“Flip me over.”

Taking charge, I do just that and prop her ass up. I get up on my knees, position myself at her entrance, and drive forward.

“Oh my God,” she cries out, squeezing tightly around me. “Yes, Rowan. Oh my God, yes. Just like that.”

I grip her hips, my control starting to waver as I pump into her over and over again. Her moans tear through the silent night.

“Never been this good,” I say. “Never.”

“More. Harder.”

I pick up the pace, really slamming into her. My heart rate feels out of control, my movements sloppy and out of sync, but it doesn’t matter as my orgasm builds at the base of my spine and starts to spread through all my limbs. I’m about to come, and I’m about to come hard.

“Yes, Rowan. Yes. Oh my God.” She clenches around my cock, her orgasm ripping through her, and in seconds, my balls tighten and a feral groan flies out of my mouth. I’m coming right along with her.

“Mother . . . fucker,” I call out, blackness surrounding me, nothing in my entire life ever feeling this damn good.

I pump into her a few more times before we both collapse on the bed.

Sated.

Pleasured.

Fucking spent.

I kiss the spot between her shoulder blades and then the back of her neck. She turns her head, and I find her lips. I slowly kiss her for a few more seconds before I pull away and take care of my condom.

When I return to the bed, she’s worked her way under the covers and has a corner pulled down for me to climb in. Once I’m situated, she’s like a magnet to metal, quickly pressing herself to my side and resting her hand on my chest.

I gently run my hand through her hair and listen to the light rain that’s started to pelt the roof.

“I love the rain,” she says quietly. “We don’t get much of it out in California, but when we do, I always make sure to open a window, sit back, and just listen. I feel spoiled that I get to hear it all the time here.”