Page 25 of Scot of Seduction

A breathy gasp escaped her lips as her eyes fluttered closed.

“I cannae stop thinking about ye,” he whispered against her skin. It wasn’t quite a kiss, but possessive, almost like a bite. It made her fingers tremble. They were itching to reach up and grab hold of his loose shirt. “I am staying away because every time I see ye, all I want tae dae is bring ye here. Tae this chamber.”

“Wh-what?” she managed to stammer out.

His hand now snaked down to her waist. He cupped the curve of her hip and brought her up against him. Her hands flung to his chest, gripping onto the shirt. She could feel the rigidity of his hips against hers, and then something which was unmistakably hard between his legs.

“I want tae kill Callum every time he sets eyes on ye,” he hissed, moving his face to look her in the eye. “I want ye here in this room with me. I want tae lift those skirts of yers, explore every part of ye that has never been touched by a man before.” He walked forward with her, and she backed up. They ended up against the wall, her body squashed between him and the hard stone, but she had no desire to move away. “I want tae hear ye scream, Cat, scream me name in pleasure. I want tae feel ye release around me fingers, or me tongue, or…” He moved his hips against hers and she gasped again.

Then suddenly, he froze. All the heat turned to ice as he plastered his hands to the wall on either side of her, leaving her a trembling mess with her fingers locked in his shirt.

“That is why I am staying away. Because I shouldnae be thinking any of it.”

Catreena had no words. All she knew was that she didn’t want this to end, and that she wished to feel everything he had just spoken of.

“Tad,” she whispered, then she pulled on his shirt. Her lips brushed his in the softest of ways. The kiss was gentle, a mere tease, then abruptly, his lips collided with her own in a much fiercer way.

CHAPTER TEN

Tad couldn’t stop himself.

She kissed me first.

It was like hell unleashed inside of him. The beast that purred in his chest and that had wanted to breathe fire every time he saw her with Callum was now free to do as it wanted.

The kiss was as passionate as he could possibly make it. He explored every part of her with that kiss, his tongue tangling with her own as he felt her hands bury themselves in his shirt. His hips moved against hers, showing her what more they could be doing.

Having Cat pressed between him and this wall wasn’t helping matters. He was already thinking of dragging that skirt up, watching her face as he entered her, hearing her moan, hissing his name in her ear.

Nae Callum’s name, but me name.

“Dinnae stop,” she begged between her kisses.

That beast inside of him came out more.

He snaked that hand around her waist and dragged her away from the wall, closer and closer to the bed at the far end of the room. Her hands were the first to make a move. She was dragging on his shirt, pulling it up over his head. He broke from the kiss just long enough to help her, then reached for his trews himself, eager to be rid of them, to feel her touch. As he kicked them down, off his feet, he saw her eyes widen.

Those perfect blue eyes glistened as she stared at him in shock.

She would soon find out that a large lover could be a good thing, but not today. For today, he had every intention of showing her only pleasure.

“Dress off,” he said huskily, reaching for her again. She smiled, the most delicious and teasing smile he had ever seen.

She turned her back to him, allowing him to reach for the laces. He damn near tore them off her, then took hold of the gown and flung that over her head. When she was left only in her chemise and corset, he was driven mad by his desire.

He moved her forward to the bed, until she fell upon it on her hands and knees. He gripped her waist, moving up behind her and just rocking his hips into her. The gasp that fell from her was everything he had wanted to hear for so long.

“God, Cat,” he murmured, dragging up the skirt, trying his best to get to her bare skin as fast as possible. “Ye dinnae ken how I have thought of this. How it has driven me mad. How I have nae slept for needing ye.”

“Tad…” her voice was breathy as her hands balled themselves in his bedsheets.

A perfect sight.

He tucked the skirt of her chemise around her corseted waist then ran his hands over her bare rear. She trembled beneath his touch, her back arching in a way that made him want to bury his length inside of her.

Nae yet. Nae today.

With his knee, he pushed her legs apart a little, so she had a wider stance on the bed, then he bent down.