“No,” I chided, pulling back just enough to stare at her – to share air as her thigh nudged between mine. An accident, probably. She was too short to cause any friction, but Inearly groaned at the promise of it, suddenly desperate to do the same to her, and my next words came out far too roughly. “Say it, Isla, word for word.”
“Isla?” Cameron questioned again, an impatient edge to his voice. I bet he was sighing. Checking his ugly watch because she dared to make him wait. “We didn’t get to finish talking . . . I’m really sorry to do this again, but I need to cancel my afternoon with Teddy. Something came up with the house. A mix-up with the new bathroom tiles. Annie wants to drive out to Inverness to pick them up ourselves—”
My disgust for this man was so visceral, I could taste it. Invertebrates had more of a backbone than he did.
I saw the exact moment Isla made her decision. Her entire face set aflame. “Screw him,” she hissed, hands knotting in my belt, dragging me into her.
“Fuck.” The grunt was real, but I let it loose nice and loud as my fingers slipped under the hem of her borrowed T-shirt, shaping the small of her back. “Can I touch you like this? No further.”
Isla’s head knocked the door as she nodded her agreement. “I’m –god—” I dragged my lips up her throat without pressure. The ghost of a kiss. Her entire body bucked, making the wood creak beautifully. “I’m being taken care of,” she said loudly.
I grinned into the curve of her shoulder.
“So good, Isla.” A groan rumbled from deep in my chest. Loud. Deliberate. My fist thumped the door over her head when her cold fingers scraped over my hipbones. I had enough sense to keep my groin as far away from hers as I possibly could. “Your turn, better make it good,” I whispered, hardly even aware of what I was saying.
Her lips were parted, pink. So pretty. If I kissed her rightthen, I had a feeling she’d kiss me back. Let me finish what I’d barely even started yesterday in Brown’s.
Her hot breath felt as sticky as my skin in the few places where our bodies touched, and yet, I didn’t think I’d ever been so turned on in my life. Her fingers dragged higher. I glanced down, every muscle tightening at the sight of her rings against my ribs while her hips bucked in the smallest roll.
Fuck, was she as turned on as I was? I wanted to know. It was suddenly all I could think about. Kissing all the way down her stomach and feeling those hands curling into my shoulders. Isla’s jewelled eyes staring down at me as I hiked her skirt up around her hips.
Would she let me if I asked? If I told her I only wanted to look. Only a glance to find out if she was soaking through her underwear.
“Isla.” I’d never heard my voice so frantic. Like I might break apart the second this ended. My tongue let loose without my permission. “I could make you feel so good, honey. Flip that silly little skirt up and let you ride my thigh. Make him regret the day he was born, what do you think?” She gasped, and I realised I’d fucking whispered it. Those words for her, not him.
I started to draw back, but she clung to my shoulders, hooking a leg around my thigh.
Is this real?I couldn’t be sure, even as my cock brushed against her hip and she flexed in answer. Seeking and testing.
We were just high from all the tension. Our bodies getting caught up in the act, I reasoned.
But when she whispered, “I think I can definitely give him one more.” I didn’t hold back, rolling my lower body against hers in a way that had her sighing, squeezing hereyes shut. I squirrelled her reaction away into my long-term memory, so I could replay it until the end of time.
“Alistair,” she whimpered.Begged.
But hearing my name was like being doused in cold water.What the fuck was I doing?
I flinched away, backing up until I hit the sink. Ending the moment almost as quickly as it began. Smoothing my hand over my face like it might possibly put me to rights.
We stared at each other in the dim light. Her features so innocently shocked, I wanted to laugh.
She looked as stunned as I felt.
Finally, I asked, “Think we lost him?” Trying and failing to sound teasing.
“He probably took off after the first groan.” Isla’s chest was heaving, legs slightly spread, T-shirt still rucked up around her waist. She looked like she’d just been fucked against the door. Another ten seconds and I had zero doubts we would have been doing exactly that. “I need to find Teddy,” she said, dragging a hand over her hair. “She’s going to be gutted when she finds out about Cameron.”
“Probably.” Neither of us moved.
The space between us crackled, like we’d hooked ourselves up to a generator. Fully charged with nowhere to expend it.
“Alistair—”
“Just part of the act, right, Lang?” I cut her off. No clue what she’d been about to say, but I knew I wasn’t strong enough to hear it. “Maybe we should have outlined this part a bit more thoroughly in the guidelines.”
Had that truly only been that morning? It felt like a lifetime ago.
“Right.” She nodded, finally unpeeling herself from the door. I turned to the mirror, watching her reflection as shetied the front of the T-shirt into some kind of knot, exposing a pale strip of skin above her skirt.
