"You damn well better."I can't even muster an eye roll.My legs already feel like jelly and my throat is as dry as the Sahara when Kirk steadies me with one palm at my lower back.The exact spot he palmed last time we were alone and unbuttoned, I get an involuntary shiver that is not, repeatnot, because I'm cold.
"Dinnae think, just step," he explains, squeezing my waist a little."The more ye look down, the more your brain decides to sabotage you.Commit."
I slide my left foot forward, toes curling over the edge of the nylon ribbon.Immediately, it droops under my weight.The world wobbles and tilts like I've downed five gin and tonics.My other foot can't even find the surface, and Kirk's arms close around my torso, catching me before gravity gets the chance.
He kisses my forehead."Told ye I'd catch ye."
"Nice rescue," I mutter, half annoyed by my own clumsiness, but also by the way his chest is pressed flush to my back now.I can smell faint traces of whisky and his woodsy cologne.I'm about to make a snarky remark, but he slides his hands even lower, bracing my hips with a grip that's equal parts sensual and supportive.
I shake my head."You're a real hands-on guy, hmm?"
"And you are bonnie when you're petrified," he replies."Go again."
Shit.I want to punch him and also kiss him, possibly at the same time.
Kirk holds my hand while his thumb traces lazy circles over my pulse point, which doesn't help at all.I want to laugh, but my throat is too dry.My heart pounds like it's running at six times the recommended operating speed.Still, I step up again, gripping with my toes, and this time I look straight at Kirk's eyes.
Not at the sliver of blue line threatening to kill me.Hallelujah.
I stagger, but this time I do not fall.Maybe because Kirk moves with me, step-for-step, my hands out like a sleepwalker, swaying but not toppling.He's beside me the entire time, offering the barest touch when I need it, just the pads of his fingers grazing the inside of my elbow, the way a dance partner gives only enough to let you think you're doing the waltz alone.
"I'm doing it!"I whisper.Then I virtually scream, "I'm freaking doing it!"
He flashes that devilish grin."Aye, lass, ye're a natural."
I make it for all of three steps before the line buckles, my left foot skids off, and the next thing I know I'm airborne, leaping for the nearest solid object---which turns out to be Kirk.He wraps both arms around me, catching me in a classic damsel save, and I crash into his chest with enough force that our teeth clack together.
Instead of teasing me, he simply holds me, letting his arms act as guardrails.His hands glide up my sides and down again to guide my hips whenever the line quivers dangerously.We're face to face, within kissing distance.Maybe I'm imagining it, but I swear his pupils have blown wide.
As I gaze into his mesmerizing eyes, every ounce of fear has melted away.We're only three feet off the ground, yet I feel as if I'm flying above the clouds.Kirk gave me that feeling.And crazily, I'm getting so turned on that I can feel my panties growing hot and slick.My clit pulsates faintly too, a sure sign that I'm alarmingly hot for this man.
And I love it.
Kirk hoists me off my feet and into his embrace, hops off the slackline."What should your next adventure be, lass?"
"Fuck me right here on the grass and---oh God, please---make me scream, Kirk.I need your dick inside me again."
He chuckles in a way that makes my toes curl while I still have my shoes on."Aye, lass, I mean to fuck ye like nobody has ever fucked ye before.I guarantee it."
Chapter Sixteen
Kirk
Gretchen just begged me to fuck her, and I swore I would pleasure her like no one else can.Why did I make that vow?My is cock already growing harder, and the intoxicating scent of her cream is driving me mad.If I tore her clothes off, I know I'd find her knickers drenched.Mhac na galla, I need to lick and suckle her clit until she's writhing and screaming beneath me.But after our first sexual encounter, I vowed to myself that I'd wait until we know each other better before we shag again.
My vow lasts approximately seven seconds.
That's when the lass catches her bottom lip between her teeth, letting it gradually slide free.Andtapag, now I'm breathing harder.
Gretchen gazes at me with confusion in her eyes."What's wrong, Kirk?And what bizarre language were you just speaking?"
I wince."I said that out loud, aye?Tapagis a general Gaelic exclamation."
"Ah...nothing.But as much as I'd love to have a poke with you, I dinnae have time for that."I shove my hands into my trouser pockets."I almost forgot I agreed to do a stunt for the Thane Buchanan Distillery.It's part of a television and social media advertising campaign."
She puckers her lips in a way I've come to know well because it means she's irritated."You're ditching me."
"No, lass, I absolutely am not."
