God, that man.
Once in my room, I was faced with an immediate crisis.
What to wear to go get donuts with Dair?
I selected my cream knit set with black stitching on all the edges (armholes, hems of top and pants). The top was sleeveless. The legs were wide and had very wide ribs in them. It was together, but casual and comfy.
Perfect.
I’d done my face regime already, so I rubbed in some tinted moisturizer, some under shadow base on my eyelids, stroked on mascara, spritzed on my perfume and put on some black Chanel T-strap sandals.
And I was ready.
Dad was up by the time I came down and I greeted him while Dair smirked appreciatively at my outfit, his gaze unabashedly aimed at my ass.
Chad told me I was beautiful all the time.
Odd, but I’d never felt beautiful, not even when he said it to me.
Until Dair.
Dair took my keys again, and I didn’t fight him. I liked driving, but if he was one of those men who had to be behind the wheel of any moving vehicle, it wasn’t worth arguing about it.
We were out of the drive and on the road when Dair asked, “What were you and Mum talking about?”
“She’s staying longer to have some peace before she has to go back and deal with things.”
“Aye. She told me. She told you too?”
“Since I’ll be here another couple of days, she wanted to be sure I was okay with it.”
“And you said yes.”
“Of course. And I’m glad. You and Davi both live in Edinburgh and she lives out in the country. She shouldn’t be alone now. I can keep my finger on her pulse, be there for her to talk to, and report back to you if I have any concerns.”
Dair said nothing for several minutes, which I thought was strange, and then he swung into a pull off, which I thought was more than strange.
I turned to him.
“Is everything o?—?”
I got no more out.
His seatbelt was back. My seatbelt was back. Then I was in his lap, and he was feasting on my mouth.
Oh my God.
Yes.
We made out, hot and heavy, in my car pulled off Senator Highway, and we did it as I put grave effort into memorizing the feel of his hair, the taste of his mouth, his fresh, spicy, minty scent, and the dominant moves of his tongue.
I knew my hair was no longer in its messy bun when he tore his mouth from mine and shoved his face into the side of my neck.
I struggled to calm my breath, especially when I could feel the warmth and harshness of his against my skin.
It felt like a triumph to make a man like Dair breathe that heavily, but by damn, I’d done it.
“Your sweetness is doing me in, lassie,” he murmured there. “Especially considering I’m going to be thousands of miles away from ye come tomorrow and I can’t thank ye properly for being all you can be.”
