Her hands fisted the straw as his fingers completed a successful incursion, locating her center with pleasing accuracy. Oh, for the love of measurable data! The man had a gift for applied geography.
Warmth. Pressure. Contact. Contact. CONTACT.
Her brain detonated.
This was no longer a field study.
This was a Highland invasion.
She gasped sharp enough to merit a footnote.
Field Observation 31.6: Labial contact with Highland fingertips results in immediate neural overload and loss of vocabulary. Repeat trial advised.
His breath was ragged now, matching hers.
He dragged one finger slowly through her center, then circled, gathering slickness with the thoroughness of a man mapping his new favorite country.
“Tavish—”
Groaning, he leaned in, his mouth brushing her ear as his thumb pressed on her clit.
“Soaked already,” he muttered, “and I’ve barely touched ye.”
She nearly levitated.
“It’s perfectly natural,” she blurted. “You see, the female body releases a combination of chemical signals in anticipation of—of heightened physical stimuli. It’s a defense mechanism to reduce—”
Tavish groaned, half in exasperation, half in hunger. “Christ, lass.”
“—friction,” she finished weakly.
He caught her face between his hands, thumbs brushing her jaw. “Ye think too much. Stop explainin’ it and just… feel it.”
Her breath caught. “That’s hardly scientific.”
“Aye,” he said, leaning closer, his lips a hair from hers. “That’s why ye’ll like it.”
Her back arched off the cart as his fingers slid inside.
Saints above. She was going to need a new classification system.
Possibly a new religion.
His rhythm was patient, curling within her, finding places she didn’t know existed—much less responded like that.
Wanton moaned, an involuntary acoustic reflex that could have startled sheep within a one-mile radius.
Cheeks heating, she covered her mouth with her hand.
Tavish chuckled darkly. “Ye can scream, Flùr. I want to hear it.”
Field Note 31.7: Oral encouragement from subject increases pelvic responsiveness by 312%.
He kissed her again, tongue tangling with hers, swallowing her cries as his fingers penetrated her, building pressure, sensation, madness.
She writhed beneath him, hips rocking into his hand, thighs trembling, brain gone to static.
She had opened her mouth to declare the experiment a success when Tavish went rigid above her.
