She shakes her head, but her slight smile assures me she isn't angry.Once we're back in the flat that I've come to think of as our home, Gretchen gives me the surprise I've been hoping for.She takes me into the bedroom and insists that I lie down on my back.Then, while we're both still fully clothed, she climbs onto me with her hips straddling mine.
"Your dream has come true, Balfour.I'm going to fuck you until your eyes roll back in your head and the bed starts bouncing."
How do I respond to that declaration?I grin.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Gretchen
I have a sexy, brawny Scot between my thighs.How many women can say that?Although we're both still clothed, I'm already so wet that my panties are drenched.I grind against him, not thinking, just moving in an erotic rhythm.The friction of denim on my sensitive flesh makes me gasp and shiver with delight.
"Mhac na galla," Kirk snarls."Ye're driving me mad, lass."
He takes hold of my hips with his big, calloused hands, guiding my movements as he thrusts upward.Even through our clothes, I can feel how hard he is.My head falls back as a breathy moan escapes my lips.
"That's it,mo leannan."His hot breath tickles my neck."Let me hear ye moan."
Good heavens, the scent of him, pure sweat and man...it intoxicates me.I lean forward, bracing my hands on his broad chest, gliding them up and down, over and over.His breathing grows ragged, and he fists his hands while writhing like the ravenous beast I worship and adore.I can't wait for him to consume me.
"We should stop," Kirk tells me, but his body betrays him as I roll my hips into his hardness again.
"Can't wait.Fuck me now, Kirk, please.I need your cock inside me, or I'll go insane."
"Ahm already there, lass."His blue eyes darken as if storms are brewing in their depths."But I cannae claim your body when you're on top."
Shit.Of course he can't.Though I'm dying to feel him inside me, what I need right now is for him to rip my clothes off right this minute.But when he tries to sit up, I wag a finger at him, "Uh-uh-uh, Mr.Balfour.You will not move unless I say you can, and I will be the one undressing and screwing you.Got it?"
"Oh, aye.But how do ye mean to undress me?You're on top of me."
"Whoops, I keep forgetting that.Damn, I want you so bad I can't think straight."I wriggle some more, strictly to drive him wild."I have skills you've never seen.Stripping a hot stuntman naked will be a piece of cake."
His mouth curves into a lascivious grin."I'm waiting, lass.Show me these skills yer bragging about."
I return his grin with one of my own, feeling bold and powerful while straddling this mountain of a man.With deliberate slowness, I slide my hands down his chest, reveling in the sensations of every ridge of muscle on his body flexing beneath the thin fabric of his T-shirt.When I reach the hem, I slip my fingers underneath, touching bare skin for the first time.
"Christ," he hisses while I go on exploring his mouthwatering body.
"Patience, Balfour," I tease, inching the shirt upward to reveal his taut abdomen lined with defined muscles."Good things come to those who wait."
I shift backward on his thighs, creating just enough space that I can push his shirt higher.Kirk lifts his hips again, allowing me to remove the shirt completely, tossing it onto the floor.For a moment, I can't move or breathe at the sight of his magnificently sculpted torso.His broad shoulders taper to a narrow waist, and a light dusting of sandy hair covers his pecs before trailing downward in a tempting line that disappears beneath his jeans.
"Hurry it up, lass.I'm dying to gorge myself on your cream."
I glide my fingertips over his skin lightly enough to make him shiver in a disarmingly masculine way."Dinnae leave me hanging, Gretchen.My dokey might explode."
Hiswhatmight explode?Later, I'll ask him what that word means.
I've become fixated on the button of his jeans, and I need to focus intently to keep myself from simply shredding his clothes.Kirk Balfour might be the craziest man on earth, but I can't think while his hard length is straining against the denim of his jeans right beneath my fingers.
"Now for the real challenge."I work his belt buckle open with a practiced flick of my wrist.
"Impressive, lass.Ye've got untapped skills."
At last, I get rid of the button on his jeans, then slowly, torturously, I drag the zipper down, down, down.The way his chest heaves proves how much he wants me.
"Lift your hips," I command, and to my delight, the mighty Kirk Balfour obeys without hesitation.
I slide off his body momentarily, tugging his jeans down his powerful thighs.His black boxer briefs do little to hide his impressive erection, and my mouth waters at the sight of it.
