Page 45 of Valentine in a Kilt


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She drags the kilt down over my hips, and I kick it away the second it hits the floor. The lass keeps her head down as she rolls her eyes upward. "Gee, I'm not the only one who went commando tonight."

"Knew I'd need to pounce on you the moment our meal was over."

"Pounce?" she says with a laugh. "You know what? I might actually do that to you."

"Feel free, lass, feel free."

She rises gradually with her hips undulating and grasps the top button on my shirt. Just as she begins to undo that button, she stops and aims a sexy smirk at me. "No, that isn't the way I want to do this. How attached are you to this shirt?"

"Not at all. It's only a piece of fabric." My chest is rising and falling more heavily. I cannae take my eyes off the naked woman who has her body pressed to mine. The scent of her lust is driving me half mad.

She grasps the button with her teeth and yanks. It goes flying and clacks down on the floor several yards away. Rebecca repeats the process with every button until my shirt hangs open. Then she steps behind me, grasps the halves, and rips the fabric off me from behind. A second later, my shirt flies past me to land on the sofa.

The music has changed to another of her favorite songs---"Hungry Like the Wolf." Bloody hell, I'm as ravenous as a wolf, and it's all because of the woman who just literally tore my clothes off.

I kick my shoes off and strip the socks away too. Then I turn round to face Rebecca. For a moment, we stare at each other while struggling to catch our breath. Lust is a powerful thing, and I mean to show her precisely how much like a wolf I am.

"Run, Rebecca, run for the bedroom now. I'm hunting you."

She grins, plants a hard kiss on my mouth, and races for the bedroom.

Whatever madness has come over me, I dinnae give a fuck. This is the most fun I've ever had in my entire life. I gave the lass a head start, but when I finally gallop into the bedroom, I dinnae see her anywhere. "Are ye hiding, Rebecca? The wolf always gets his prey."

I growl and sniff the air.

Her scent permeates the room.

Dropping to my knees, I peer under the bed. Nothing there except for dust bunnies. I want to devour a lass, not a bunny. That won't satisfy my hunger.

Next, I search the closet with no better luck. The bathroom is empty too.

Then I catch sight of a shadow that stretches out from behind the door. I pretend I'm going back into the living room, but then slam the door shut instead.

Rebecca stands there wedged into the corner with her palms on the wall. "You caught me. Now come and get me."

I reach for her.

The clever lass ducks around me and leaps onto the bed. Her tits bounce. When she spreads her legs, I dinnae need any more of an invitation. I race toward the bed and leap onto it to land straddling her body. I'm breathing just as hard as she is.

"Clever lass," I murmur as I nuzzle her throat. "You've awakened the beast in me, and now you're about to learn how much like an animal I am." I shove a knee between her legs, pushing her thighs apart. "Prepare yourself, Rebecca. I'm going feral tonight."

Chapter Sixteen

Rebecca

He must be joking, right? Thane the ever calm wouldn't go wild in the bedroom. Of course, I've always heard that it's low-key men who turn out to be animals in bed. I've never experienced that myself, so I can't confirm or deny the adage. But damn, I want him to fuck me like a wild beast.

Right now, he's hovering above me, not moving a muscle, with his gaze nailed to mine.

"Please, Thane, do something. I can't stand the suspense anymore."

He lowers his body inch by inch, descending so slowly that my pulse revs up from the anticipation of what he plans to do to me. He maintains his unreadable expression as he bends his elbows to lower himself even more, but then he freezes. His biceps bulge, and his lips tighten. He's trying to stay in this position, but I can't figure out why. His face hovers directly above me. And when he bows his head, his mouth is millimeters from mine.

"When I tell you to," he says, his voice rough, "wrap your ankles around my calves. But not until I say so."

"Okay." I have no clue what he wants to do, but I don't care. A drop of moisture falls from the tip of his erection, dripping onto my skin. "I'll do whatever you want. Just please, keep going."

He growls, like the wolf he claimed to be, and my clit pulses. "Spread your legs a wee bit more, love."

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