In silence, we drive up to my cottage. I hop out and round the pickup before opening the door for her, anticipation building in my veins. After tea, we walked to Kyle’s ice cream shop, where we both got a cup of white chocolate raspberry ice cream with chocolate fudge on top. The entire drive home, all I could think about was the prospect of tasting the faint flavors of chocolate and raspberries on her lips.
I bring her inside the house and shut the door behind me. “Bedroom,” I say, nodding down the hall.
“Not even going to offer a girl a drink?”
“Want a drink?” I ask quickly.
She shakes her head.
“Then get your sweet arse to the bedroom.”
She takes my hand in hers and leads me to the back, which gives me a moment to appreciate her arse in this dress. Heart shaped and round, it’s perfect. She complained that the dress felt tight thanks to all the shortbread she’s been eating, but I think she looks like a goddamn knockout—and so did every lad who came across her tonight.
I saw the double takes, the way their eyes traveled over her body. And fine, they could look all they wanted, but there was only one Scot she was going home with.
Turning toward me, she goes straight to my shirt, where she starts to undo the buttons.
Wetting my lips, I let her and keep my eyes on hers the entire time. When my shirt is completely undone, she pushes it down my shoulders and lets it fall to the floor. From there, she moves to my jeans, unbuckles them, and unzips the zipper. I push them off along with my shoes and socks and stand in front of her in nothing but a pair of tented boxer briefs.
“Sit,” she commands, and hell, her bossiness is fucking hot. I gladly comply. I sit on the bed as she turns her back to me and gathers her hair to the side. “Unzip me.”
With fucking pleasure.
I reach up and grab the small zipper, letting it glide down her back until I find the end. Slowly, she pushes the dress off her shoulders and shimmies out of it, exposing her matching pale-yellow bra and thong.
Christ, her ass is perfect, but before I can get my hands on it, she turns around and straddles me. Her arms fall to my shoulders as she glides her pelvis against mine.
“Hell, Bonnie.”
Her lips find mine, and they’re hungry, demanding, searching for even more than we had the other night.
She pushes me back against the mattress and leans down, her hair floating to the side, her lips locked on mine as her hips start to slowly grind against mine.
Oh fucking hell.
“God, I love how big you are,” she says against my lips, teasing my mouth open and plunging her tongue inside. There’s a sense of urgency coming off her. Normally, I’d ask to slow down, to live in the goddamn moment, but hell, I’m urgent too.
I reach up behind her and unhook her bra. The straps fall quickly, and she lifts up, tossing it to the side.
“Jesus fuck, you’re sexy.” My hands travel up her torso to her ample breasts. I cup them and pass my thumbs over her nipples as she continues to grind against me. Her back arches, pressing her breasts farther into my hands, and I take that moment to squeeze a little harder. With a light moan, her mouth falls open. She doesn’t hold back, doesn’t stand for shyness. She’s confident, she takes what she wants, and she’s sexy as hell doing it.
“Rowan,” she moans again when I pinch her nipples. Her hips move faster, her hands landing on my stomach now, and I swear I can sense her orgasm moving to its apex. Her fingers dig into my stomach, her breaths shorten, and her eyes squeeze shut as I roll her nipples between my fingers. “Yes, oh my God.” She falls against me and her lips descend on mine, while her hips buck up and down, until finally . . .
“Oh fuck,” she whispers, drawing out her orgasm, our underwear the only barrier.
When her hips slow down, I flip her to her back and yank off her thong, followed by my boxer briefs. My goddamn dick is painfully hard as I reach for a condom from my nightstand and roll it over. Bonnie is still lightly panting on the bed, her eyes shut.
“Lass.” Her eyes open. “Are you okay?”
She smiles. “Perfect.” Holding out her arms, she welcomes me into her embrace, and I hover above her, slowing down the evening just slightly so she can gather herself. With one elbow propping me up, I give myself a chance to glide my fingers over her soft skin, to her puckered nipples, and then all the way down to her pubic bone. I repeat the path over and over again, savoring the feel of her skin and watching how so easily she is turned on, how quickly she can recover and be ready all over again.