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I open the stainless-steel refrigerator and remove the gadgets and beakers from the bottom shelf. Since I stopped bartending, at his insistence, I’d begun drafting my own beer. I pull out my latest batch of brew. I place the chilled glass on a silver tray just as Leith rounds the corner. At first sight, he’s as unattainable as he’d been when I watched him from the comfort of half a courtyard away at school.
His dark blond wavy hair is slick atop his head, and he pushes a few strands away from the ocean that is his eyes. His bronzed skin stretches over protective, ropy arms. Basketball shorts ride low along his hips and a dusting of hair branches up across his lower abdomen.
A sharp inhale fuses into my lungs.Damn.
“Take a picture, hen.” My full lips curve ever so cocky.
“Nope, youalright,” I back peddle. He commands my arm with one hand and removes the pint with the other. Eyes wide, I observe his every move while he guzzles the lager, one of the hardest beers I ever experimented on. The amber liquid swooshes until it’s all gone.
In a breathless shock, I ask, “What do you think, Leith?”
“I downed it, aye?”
I shake my head, looking into those dreamy eyes of his. Why is this crazy Scot my most favorite feeling in the entire world?
With how badly Lady treated me, meeting Leith was more than a blessing. His love has opened my eyes. As a giddy feeling surrounds me, I ask, “Of course you downed it. But what about—”
“So good got me begging for asmourich!” His lips find mine, lush yet firm, tongue dipping into my mouth for a taste. As he moans, “how sweet,” I whimper. The notes of honey and orange infuse into the lager heightening the desire brewing in my core. Our kiss builds like a forest fire, alighting my flesh from the inside out. Leith’s arms are my home as he surrounds me fully. Nothing’s better than sex with the one you love, but in these moments, the feel of his mouth along mine almost tricks me into believing his kisses even the score.
Coming up for oxygen, I ask, “But was the beer—”
“Nae, lass!” He growls, grabbing me about the hips.
My ass slams down onto the counter. Heady giddiness surrounds me as Leith’s frisky hands seem to be all over me, kneading my hips, skimming my cheek, tracing my collarbone. “Wait, Leith. Just tell me . . . Yum. You taste good. But from ‘one to ten’ was the beer—”
He clamps the back of my neck, presses his waist between my thighs. “Feck the drink, Chevelle, this right here is a ten. This is a ten. And this . . .” His mouth keeps pressing down on mine, tongue sweet and delectable against mine. Our moans are synchronized.
Teasingly I press my sex to his thick waist. The warmth of him is satiating. “Leith, be serious.”
“This is a ten, but yer pussy is a pot o’ gold.” Leith closes the distance between us. He unloops my overalls one at a time. My mouth falls open, hypnotized by the stroke of his tongue as he pushes my shirt up. “This . . . I have no bloody words, Chevelle. My heart is in there.” His voice grows husky, more Scottish as he says, “Ye stole my entire heart, hen, placed it right in there with yer own.”
His lips clamp on my nipple, his hand clasping around my breast as he suckles. “You will keep my heart safe for me, Chevelle, forever.”
The sound of my name exiting Leith’s mouth is like the chime of a bell during massage therapy. With eyes hazed over, I feel his love from the depth of my soul every second in his presence.
We play this game. He responds in a voice as soft as honey, as deep as the groan of a lion. “Keep my heart safe for me, Chevelle Mackenzie.”
“Mmmm . . .” We’re years into this love story, and I’m still love-struck. Dizzy, I tell him, “Say it again.”
“Chevelle Mackenzie.”
“Okay. I’ll keep your heart safe, guard it with my own. Forever and a day,” I murmur. All the synapses in my brain fire off, causing a major power outage. There go my questions. All I have is a primal need for the Mackenzie.
An incendiary heat sparked in my core and spread across the surface of my skin. Voice filled with desperation, I beg, “Leith, baby, oh . . . I love you. I need you.”
Leith peels away the layers of fabric separating my skin from his penetrating gaze. With one arm, he lifts me up just long enough to snatch the overalls from me and doesn’t even attempt to save my silk thong. The material shreds from my skin and my legs are pressed wide against the cool, marble countertop. Leaning my head back against the marble backsplash, I tremble as Leith’s kisses scorch along my hips and over the thickness of my thighs. He laps my nub, and with tears burning my eyes, my fingers curl into his hair. Pleasure flies down my spine, and my legs fly up and over his shoulders.
My husband eats me with the dedication of a beast. I catch a case of asthma while his tongue flickers over my pussy. He signs his name over every inch of my sex, compelling mini orgasms to pop off like fireworks.
Heart lodged in my throat, I relish in our connection as he climbs back up, thick lips glossed so deliciously. His mouth descends on mine as he murmurs, “Breathe for me.”
With staggering speed, my legs clamor around his waist. I shudder on air with him gliding all the way in. The back of my head hits the stone wall.
“Sorry, hen.”
This time, I swallow a lung full of oxygen, twining his tongue around mine. His touch leaves me hot and bothered, scorched from the inside out. Leith pistons inside of me, hips moving savagely. After a week away, our bodies tether on the same wavelength. We need it quick; we need it hard. All the sappy shit can and will come later. But we’re fighting for a climax. My fingers claw into his ass. His movements more erratic, and his cock pummels my core.
“Leith!” I screech, when my husband drives so deep into my body that I see stars. I purr, wet walls clinching him as he throbs with release. He leans into me for a few long moments. When Leith’s eyes shade, promising round two all too soon, I huff.
