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Erica throws a hand up to shield her eyes from the glare of the sun, which has begun its gradual descent toward the horizon. Soon twilight will darken the sky. I can't believe we've spent the entire day together. Feels like minutes, not hours, since we arrived here.
"It's time to go home," I say, my lips barely touching hers. "I've got a surprise for you, and then the real seduction begins." I curl my tongue around her lobe. "If you're ready for it."
Aye, the surprise I have planned for her involves shagging. Cannae wait one more minute to strip her naked and feel that body under me.
Erica skims a hand down my belly to stroke my cock through my shorts.
When she flicks her thumb over the tip, a shock wave of lust shudders through me and robs me of breath. "I want you tonight, Lachlan."
Bod an Donais, I want her too.
A breath gusts out of me. "Thank the stars."
I have never been so relieved and excited at the same time simply because a lass tells me she wants me to fuck her. It's barmy, but I don't care.
Hand in hand, we walk down the path that skirts the house owned by Gil's mate and to the spot where we parked my hired car. I hold the car door open for her, and as I shut it, I gaze up at the ever-darkening sky. The first pinpoints of stars are just visible.
Oh aye, thank every one of those stars in heaven. Tonight, I'm shagging Erica Teague.
Chapter Eleven
Erica sets her fork down on her empty plate and leans back against her chair. A soft moan escapes her lips while her eyes drift half-closed. She looks almost enraptured by the steak and red wine I've fed her, as if she might climax any second. I have never seen a woman enjoy a hearty meal, especially one that includes red meat, with as much blissful satisfaction as Erica Teague displays. It makes me need to throw her down on the table and have her right here in the kitchen.
I clear my throat, shifting a little and making my chair creak.
She takes a deep breath, exhaling it slowly, her face still the picture of blissful ecstasy as she gazes across the kitchen table.
My cock is getting harder. I fidget in my chair, which makes it creak again.
Erica slides her tongue over her lips to lick away the remnants of steak sauce.
Christ, is this woman trying to give me a stroke? But I can't look away from her mouth, my gaze riveted to the movements of her tongue and lips.
She sits forward, pushing her plate away, and folds her arms on the tabletop.
And I can't stop myself from admiring her bonnie breasts, pushed up by her crossed arms. Soon, I'll see and feel and taste those tits. My mouth waters at the prospect. Myslatlikes the idea too, more than it should right now since I'm meaning to take it slow with Erica—even that kills me.
I fidget again, cough into my fist, and swing my gaze up to hers.
"Getting sciatica?" she asks. "These wooden chairs do a number on my butt, for sure. Jayne wanted to put some cushions on the seats, but Gil thought it was too girlie."
Cheeky lass.I narrow my gaze on her. "Could we not talk about Gil and Jayne tonight."
Though my words seemed like a question, I have no doubts Erica realizes my tone means it was a statement, or maybe a command. I keep my attention nailed to her, praying I succeed at communicating to her, without words, that I intend to have her in my bed tonight. Well, in Gil's bed. But he won't be here. Only Erica and I will lie on that bed together.
Maybe she's having the same sort of problem I'm dealing with, because she wriggles in her chair as if she can't get comfortable. "Is there dessert?"
"Oh, aye." I get up, and Erica's focus swerves to my groin, which now lies at her eye level. My erection seems about to split my jeans open. Feels that way too. I saunter around the table to where she sits, holding out a hand to her. "Stand."
"Bossy much?"
I grasp her hand and tug. "Up. Now."
She pulls her hand free. "Ask nicely and maybe I'll do it."
The lass is breathing harder, and her nipples jut through the fabric of her shirt, so I know she likes what I'm doing. It makes her randy. So I lunge down, lock my arms around her waist, and hoist her off the chair. Her feet dangle several inches above the floor. Though she says nothing, she's biting her lip, and I'm sure she feels every inch of my erection pressed into her groin. My body wants me to rub myself against her until she gasps, but I promised her and myself that I'd go slow. Still, I lose ground in the battle to control my lust for her and let myself palm her erse, holding it firmly.
"Dinner was amazing," she says, sounding breathless. "Had no idea you could cook."
