His nostrils flared. “Really?”
I pressed a palm against his naked chest, my fingers flexing against the feel of him. “It would be casual, though.”
Fyfe instantly dropped his hand and retreated, his expression shuttered. “Casual?”
“I’ve been thinking … before either of us can decide what we want from the other, we should make sure we’re sexually compatible.”
“Wearesexually compatible,” he bit out angrily.
“You don’t know that.”
“I fucking do.”
“Millie,” I hissed, turning to make sure he hadn’t woken her up.
“Eilidh …” Fyfe’s jaw clenched as he gritted out, “I am not having casual sex with you.”
“Then we’re at an impasse because I’m not getting into a relationship with you until we see how physically compatible we are.”
He stepped back into my space, bristling in a way that had my blood pumping. His voice was rough like gravel as he declared, “I am going to kiss, lick, suck, and fuck every inch of you, Eilidh, until you come in my mouth, on my face, around my fingers, and all over my cock. And I’m going to have all that from you knowing I have your body as well as your soul. No compromises.”
His declaration along with the remembrance of that dream I’d had caused wet heat to pool between my thighs.
Wow.
Okay.
I had never been more aroused in my whole life.
Fyfe ducked his head toward mine. “Can you speak?”
“No!” I shoved his chest, sliding past him. “I’m all …” I gestured down my body.
He faced me slowly, grinning that cocky grin. “Are you wet, sweetheart?”
“Not in front of the baby.”
His eyes dropped to my chest and darkened. “Your nipples are hard. I can’t wait to taste them.”
Literally, it was like he’d taken my breast in his mouth, his words had such an effect on my body.
I flapped air at my face, trying to cool down, somewhat panicked by the way he’d taken control of this conversation.
He chuckled. A dart down his body told me he was not unaffected by his filthy words or my reaction.
“If you say one more dirty thing to me, Fyfe Moray, I can promise you that the appendage tenting those pajamas right now will get nowhere near me. Ever.”
He considered this. “But you’ll want me to say dirty things to you in the future, right?”
I made a scoffing sound. “You know … well …I mean …”
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
“Casual only,” I warned him.
“Nope. Not happening.”
“You’re that convinced we’re compatible? All in or nothing?”
