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Clearly, he’s been craving me far more than I realised.
His tongue and lips don’t let up for another half minute, until I’m shamelessly writhing against him.
“Are you close again, Catriona?” The way he says my full name sends another wave of heat through me. All I can do is nod frantically.
“Next time you come,” he rasps, standing, “I’m going to be inside you.”
God above. If it’s possible to combust just from anticipation, I’m about to go up in smoke.
Robbie unbuttons his jeans and pushes them down, revealing black boxer briefs stretched tight over muscular thighs—and even tighter over the impressive bulge straining at the front. Then his boxers join the jeans on the floor, leaving him gloriously naked. My eyes settle on his massive erection with that glinting piercing.
“Please,” I whisper, “let me touch you.”
His eyes hood with lust. “Aye. Touch me, lass.”
But instead of going straight for what’s standing proud between his legs, my fingers trace the chain tattoo across his chest. He shivers under my touch, a reaction I hadn’t expected from someone so commanding. I let my fingertips drift over to his nipple piercing, then down the ridges of his abdomen, following the grooves and dips of his muscles before finally reaching his cock.
The piercing glints at me, wicked and tempting, and I can’t resist running a thumb around it, just to see how he reacts this time. Robbie’s hips jerk forwards—almost involuntarily—his breath coming out in a ragged growl. Emboldened, I wrap my hand around him properly, revelling in the weight and heat of him, the way he pulses faintly in my grip. And his skin—so soft over all that hard steel beneath.
Robbie hisses and captures my wrist. “Enough,” he says firmly.
In one powerful movement, he lifts me up and presses my back against the wall. I wrap my legs around his waist, and the tip of his cock nudges my entrance, the cool metal of his piercing making me shiver.
“Now, McIntyre,” Robbie says, his voice strained, “please tell me you’re on birth control. I never normally do this without protection, but I’m clean and want to feel all of you.”
I nod eagerly, trying my best to squirm against him. “Clean too, and on the pill.”
I’ve barely finished speaking when he pushes inside me in one swift motion. I gasp at the stretch. He’s big enough that it takes a moment for my body to adjust. His piercing touches the deepest place at my core, sending shock waves of pleasure through me. It’s an alien feeling, but so fucking good.
Robbie slides out then in again, setting a relentless pace from the start. The musky scent of our sex fills the small bathroom, and I moan loudly with each thrust.
“So tight,” Robbie growls against my neck, his breath ragged.
He pounds me so hard it blots out everything else. All I can do is hold on while he slams into me again and again, tension building inside me. Our bodies are slick with sweat now, every muscle straining towards something wild and inevitable.
I’m right there on the edge when Robbie suddenly squeezes my hips hard. His jaw clenches, our eyes meet—a flash of heat and vulnerability—and then I tumble headlong into oblivion. The orgasm rips through me, sharp and sweet, and I shatter around him, crying out louder than I knew I could. Robbie’s right there with me, jerking deep inside me, hot and desperate.
For a while afterwards, all I can do is cling to him, our bodies trembling in the aftermath, Robbie’s heart thundering against my chest. He presses his forehead to mine, eyes closed, breathing deeply. When he opens them, they’re raw and unguarded.
“You okay?” he asks.
I nod, not quite trusting my voice yet. I feel . . . claimed. Marked. Thoroughly and completely satisfied in a way I’ve never experienced before.
He pulls out and sets me down. My knees wobble treacherously, but before I can fall, he scoops me up, one arm under my knees and the other supporting my back. He carries me through to my bed and lays me down, then he leans over me and brushes a strand of hair behind my ear.
“I should . . .” he begins, then trails off, as if unsure what comes next.
I press a soft kiss to his lips. “Stay,” I whisper. “Just for a bit.”
At first I think he might refuse. But then he nods and lies down beside me, pulling me close as if he’s not quite ready to let go of the moment either.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
CAT
It’s funny how a man who radiates a certain kind of danger can make you feel so safe.
I lie across Robbie’s chest, my fingers tracing the intricate Celtic knotwork spiralling up his right arm. His heartbeat thuds beneath my cheek, calm and steady—a rhythm I could happily get used to.
