‘Can’t have my Cass going without for too long,’ he said. ‘You need this, huh?’
‘Yes…’ Her breath was ragged. ‘Please… I do...’
And then he filled her again, pushed almost half of his hand up into her, those strong, thick fingertips finding that place within that made her cry out and buck into him. How was there anything else besides this? How had there ever been anything else besides this man? He was her everything and he was giving her everything.
‘Oh, Niall. Please. Keep doing that. Please. Please.’ She begged in time with his rhythmic thrusts.
‘Are you imagining this is my cock, Cass? Filling you, deep inside you, making you come so hard.’
‘Yes!’ Truthfully, she was. The longing for him inside her was like the need for air, for water, for fire. ‘I can’t wait for you to fuck me.’
‘Oh, I will, don’t worry.’ He urged into her most tender spot again, then dropped down, his tongue once more slicking, perilous and skilful, over that swollen pink bud. It was too much. So much. Carli’s climax was coming, swirling in,uncoiling the final knot of tension in her core and demanding she lose control as her back arched up, her head fell back and her sex clenched desperately around Niall’s fingers. He was right, she was going to come so hard that the deer on the other side of the loch would be startled, but who cared when her world was spinning and Niall Butler had his mouth on her like he did and was practically devouring her climax at the same time as giving it to her.
‘Oh my God, Niall,’ Carli groaned, unable to hold back any longer. ‘Fuck! Fuck… Fuck!’
Carli’s orgasm crashed through her like a mini earthquake, the sort Scotland might have, rocking and throwing her world into wild abandonment for moments of bliss that felt like forever and forever and forever. And Niall was there holding his fingers inside her, pulsing them at the right moment, letting her come and come and come around them, until gradually the tremors were diminishing like rings on a loch after a skimmed stone, and finally only tiny aftershocks existed and slowly he parted from her.
Carli opened her eyes to catch him watching her face, like a satisfied artist admiring his work.
‘What?’ She turned her head away, bashfully. ‘Stop.’
‘Don’t be getting shy now, Cass. You’re fucking beautiful.’
Turning back, she took him in, all mussed-up hair and satisfied smile on his face. He was a sight for sore eyes.
Speaking of sore, his erection was still trying to wreck those boxer shorts.
‘Don’t worry about that,’ he said, not missing a trick.
‘But…you…’ Surely, he deserved to take as much as he had given. And honestly, she wanted to, to watch him fall apart like he’d made her.
‘No.’ Niall raised his palm. ‘Tonight is about you. End of.’
‘Um…okay. I was worried that you might not be able to…’
‘Stop. I’m fine. I told you, I have self-control. So, are you a bit warmer now?’
She laughed as Niall encouraged her onto her side and slid in behind her and wrapped his arm across her front. His breath hot on her neck. How could she be cold with this huge man as her blanket? ‘I’m quite hot,’ she said.
‘Aye,’ he murmured. ‘You’re not wrong about that. Now try to get some sleep because we’ve got a busy day dealing with that hotness tomorrow.’
Chapter 22
Carli
The morning’s weather was what Scottish people called ‘dreich’. Once you lived in Scotland and learned that word, it was hard to forget as so many days fit the description perfectly. When the iron sky hung low and a curtain of mist or drizzle hung over proceedings. It could be atmospheric during the autumnal months, but much of the time dreich was the sort of weather you wanted to hunker away from under bedcovers or by the fireside.
‘Dreich today, huh?’ Carli said to Niall as his strong arms encased her from behind and he kissed the nape of her neck.
‘Aye,’ he said. ‘Minging. And those clouds over there are ominous little fuckers. The rain isn’t done with us yet, unfortunately. So, I was thinking…’ He turned to face her. ‘I’ll find us a hotel room, get cleaned up, and then I can leave you to carry on with your trip alone.’
‘Oh.’ Carli’s hopes plummeted. Why was he offering to leave her, after last night? She hoped it was the famous Butler manners.
‘Niall, come on. You made me a promise that last night was for starters.’
He beamed. ‘Okay, just checking, and you passed the test.’
‘Don’t test me like that again.’ She playfully slapped his arm. ‘Or you’ll pay.’
