Duncan raised his glass.‘Aye, fair enough.The Glencairn Suite should more than make up for it.’
‘Thanks, mate.’ I got up, reaching for Lydia’s hand.I was one minute away from throwing her over my shoulder like some caveman.She made me pathetic.She let me pull her to her feet, her fingers lacing through mine.
‘Lawrence,’ Duncan called, and I turned, cocking my head.
‘Try not to break the furniture, aye?’ Duncan’s laugh echoed through the quiet bar, empty apart from us.
I shook my head, and Lydia’s replying giggle made me want to do just that.We stared at each other in the lift up to the suite.I was near panting, watching Lydia’s chest rise and fall, her pupils dilated.She bit her lower lip and I couldn’t stop lifting a finger, dragging it out, and rubbing my thumb against it.I wanted to kiss her right there, but the lift doors opened.We went down to the end of the hallway, where a door was marked as the Glencairn Suite.I pushed the card against the pad, relieved when the door gave way, and pulled Lydia in behind me.
I didn’t waste time.I pushed her up against the door, making sure to cushion her head with my palm.I kissed her hard, unable to hold back, but she answered with a moan into my mouth and wrapped her legs around me, and I ground us into the door.
‘Ren,’ she rasped, her voice sounding raw.She swivelled her hips, pushing into mine.My palms glided over her hips and arse.I grazed a thumb over her nipples, making her arch for me.It was as if every moment spent hiking, talking, and just existing that day had been wasted time.Time I hadn’t been inside her, time I hadn’t heard her moans.
‘God, you’re so beautiful,’ I murmured into her neck.‘You drove me insane today – bending over to tie your boots like that, knowing damn well I was right behind you.’ I gave a gentle bite to her neck.‘I wanted to drag you behind that stone church and have my way with you.’
She gasped, then chuckled.‘Blasphemous.Bed,’ she panted.‘Now.’
I obliged, carrying her through a small sitting room into the main bedroom.
‘Later, we’ll talk about how insane this suite is.’ She laughed breathily.‘But right now, I need you.’
I grinned as I pressed her into the bed and stepped back, pulling my T-shirt over my head.I went to climb on the bed, eager to feel Lydia’s lips on me again, but she planted a palm on my chest.
‘Jeans too.’
I smiled, shaking my head and unbuttoning my jeans.‘You have no idea how hot you are.’
She cocked an eyebrow.‘How do you know I don’t?’
She peeled off her own top, revealing a bright pink lace bra, making my nails dig into my palms.
‘Are they a matching set, Lydia?’ My voice was low, teasing, as I took in the sight of her.I was down to my boxers now, so my hands slid to the waistband of her jeans, undoing the button, dragging them down her legs – just enough to see the matching pink thong underneath.
Fuck.
I planted a slow, deliberate kiss over the thin fabric covering her, feeling her body twitch under me.
‘Did you wear these for me?’
‘Maybe,’ she breathed, shifting under my touch.
I kissed lower, right over the lace, swiping my tongue just enough to make her gasp.
‘Ren.’ She huffed, wriggling to kick off her jeans.‘Stop playing.’
I smirked against her, my hands sliding up to her bra straps, pulling them down just enough to palm her breasts, my thumbs flicking over her hardened nipples.
‘Tell me you wore them for me,’ I murmured against her heat, pressing down with my tongue again.‘Say it and I’ll take them off.’
Her blue eyes flashed – a challenge.I grinned.She loved this game as much as I did.Another slow lick, another stuttered breath.She held out for a little longer, grinding herself into my face until she couldn’t take any more.
‘Fine.’ Her voice was breathless, desperate.‘Yes.I bought them for you.I wore them for you.’
Triumph burned hot in my chest.I stepped back just enough to take her in, my grin slow and satisfied.
I helped her shuck off her jeans, throwing them to the corner of the room, and I lay on the bed, pulling her on top of me.We kissed for a little while longer, until the roll of Lydia’s hips was too much to bear, and she took me out of my boxers, tugging me until I grabbed her wrist.It was too much, and she knew from one glance.
‘I don’t need any foreplay,’ she said huskily.‘I want you now.’
