Her awareness sent a jolt of sensation to my dick. Maybe I’d had too many whiskies, after all.
She stepped away, pressing against the building. “I just needed a breath of air. I’ll see you back in there.”
I smirked at her attempt at dismissal. “I’m not leaving you out here alone.”
“It’s Ardnoch, Fyfe.”
“Aye. But once upon a time, this place was considered the crime capital of the Highlands.”
Eilidh chuckled. “It’s been quiet for a long time.”
“Has it? Because I thought Carianne had to run down a bloke to save Callie from being shot in the face last year.” I referred to the mess Callie’s French ex had sucked her into and how my high school ex had surprised us all by extracting her from that situation.
Carianne was at the wedding reception earlier but left with some bloke. Last month she’d moved to Inverness with her new partner, and I doubted we’d see much of her going forward. Callie mentioned Carianne had thrown herself into her relationship with this single dad and wasn’t interested inanything or anyone else now. We’d exchanged a few words. I was grateful for her and how she’d saved Callie, but that was the extent of any feeling between us.
“Fair enough.” Eilidh snorted. “But before then, it was quiet for a good while.”
I settled next to her against the wall. “You happy, Eils?”
“Happier than I have been in ages. I’m so glad Lewis and Callie found their way back to each other.”
I nudged her. “You know Lewis told me that you’re the reason they did. Apparently, you invited them to the same party in London and it was deliberate.”
“You have to remember that I was still friends with Callie. I could tell, despite her gorgeous French boyfriend, that she was changed by losing Lewis. That she hadn’t gotten over it. And Lewis …” Eilidh pushed off the wall, turning to face me. “My God, how many times did you catch him creeping on Callie’s socials?”
I chuckled. “Aye, more times than was healthy.”
“Right. And they wouldn’t tell anybody what happened between them and I thought if it was so awful, neither of them would still be hung up on the other. So I took the risk and shoved them together.” I could see her cheeky grin in the dark. “I didn’t think they’d sleep together and get pregnant.”
I gave a bark of laughter. “Then you don’t remember how horny for each other they were as teenagers.”
She wrinkled her nose adorably. “Do not say the wordhornywhen talking about my brother.”
Unable to stop myself, I reached out to stroke a thumb over her smooth cheek. There was that rushing sound in my ears again and a foggy need blocking out my rationale. “It’s so fucking good to see you like this.”
“Fyfe—”
I crashed my mouth over hers, swallowing her words, my hand sliding around the nape of her neck to hold her where I wanted her. She tasted of champagne and something that was all Eilidh. Her whimper made my blood flush even hotter as I turned and pressed her up against the building, pushing my body into hers.
Her tongue licked at mine, her arms around my back, fingers curling into my shirt as she moaned and arched her hips against me. I pulled at the silk of her dress, trying to get under it. To feel her wet heat, to sink inside her.
Aye.
Fuck. Aye. I needed that. I wanted it so badly, my heart felt like it was about to explode.
“Eilidh!” The young female voice cut through the haze in my head. “Eilidh!”
Then Eilidh was pushing at my chest.
I forced myself to release her, stumbling back. She stared up at me in shock, lips swollen from my kisses. “That’s Mor,” she whispered.
Shit.
Oh my fucking … what the hell was I doing?
“Eilidh …” Her name came out thick and hoarse as I shoved a hand through my hair and stumbled back. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I’ve had too much to drink. That won’t happen again.”
Hurt tightened her features. “Really? You’re pulling the ‘I’m drunk’ card again.”
