Gift-Wrapped in a Kilt (Hot Scots #4)

Chapter Fifteen

Jamie started to protest, then shut her mouth. He was right, which galled her. She loved this side of him, the domineering and yet tender man who could propel her to the heights of ecstasy with such ease. If she gave in, he would show her intense pleasure the likes of which she hadn't known in months, the kind she'd never known with anyone except him.

And he knew that.

Bound to his body, with his erection trapped between her back and his front, she had a bloody hard time concentrating. She needed to reassert her sex-only decree. She needed to get up and walk out the door to prove she could resist him and he couldn't tempt her into changing her mind.

Her body had other ideas.

Gavin unshackled her arms, sliding one of his hands over her belly to hold her loosely, plunging the other hand between her thighs to cup her sex. He thrust a finger between her folds and swirled it around her opening. "So hot and slick, ready for me to take you any way I want."

"You should do what I want."

"I will." He parted her swollen flesh with his thumb and forefinger, then raked three fingers up and down her cleft, his touch light and maddening. "I know what you like, what you need, so anything I do is what you want."

Her head fell back on his shoulder, her breaths quickened along with her pulse. She couldn't formulate a response, not with his fingers teasing her skin and his firm body surrounding her. The idea of surrendering appealed to her so much she had to fight against the impulse to spread her legs and rock her hips into his intimate massage.

One of his fingers plunged inside her sheath. His thumb found her nub and massaged around it in slow, powerful circles.

She moaned. Oh, this felt too good to fight.

"Tell me something," he murmured. "Why do you think sex without conversation is going to make you happy?"

His finger, the one lodged inside her, stroked her in places where no one had ever touched her before. She clamped her lips between her teeth, desperate to silence the moan building inside her, the one that threatened to erupt even louder than the first moan. Her eyes drifted half shut, and the guttural expression of deep pleasure emerged anyway.

"What makes you happy," he purred in her ear, his voice so husky and lustful it made her tremble, "is all the things I can do to you. Want mind-blowing sex? I'm your man, but it comes at a price." He coiled his tongue around her earlobe. "Conversation after."

"No," she said, her voice more breathless than she'd hoped. Lifting her head off his shoulder took more effort than she'd expected, but she managed to sit up somewhat straight on his lap. "I've told ye fifty times. Sex, no talking."

"You sure about that?" His hand on her belly swept upward to close around her breast. His thumb raked back and forth over her nipple. When she gasped and arched her back, he pinched her stiff peak. "I'm going to talk while I fuck you. I'll tell you all the dirty things I want to do to you and how good it feels to have my cock buried inside you. I'll tell you —"

"No talking." A tiny moan escaped before she could squelch it. If she could've squelched it. "This isn't the arrangement. Told you I'd leave if… oh."

He flicked his thumb across her nipple at the same instant he rasped his other thumb over her clitoris.

And her traitorous body responded. Her legs fell open, her body begging for more, and she let out a long, throaty groan of intense pleasure.

"You've got two choices," he said, still tormenting her with both thumbs. "Stay and let me deliver multiple orgasms or leave and try to find satisfaction on your own. We both know the do-it-yourself kind can't compare to what I give you."

"So arrogant."

"And you like that about me." He nipped the tender skin of her throat, then laved his tongue over the spot. "Besides, you told me once you love how confident I am, in and out of bed."

Damn . She had said that. Months ago, before he started acting like an idiot.

Worse, she'd meant it. She still did. This side of him, the confident and determined man, had been the version of him she'd fallen for eighteen months ago. His vulnerability had made her fall deeper, but he'd hurt her so badly. Though the credit card had stung, his comments about her brothers had left her reeling, afraid Gavin would turn out to be like Trevor.

He wasn't. She realized that in the logical part of her brain. Her heart, though, had more trouble accepting it.

"What'll it be?" Gavin said. "Multiple orgasms, or stomping out to make a point?"

Resistance seemed like the Mount Everest of willpower. Why should she fight this? She wanted him, he wanted her, and she could go back to her plan in the morning. It wasn't caving in if she made sure he understood the parameters.

"I'll stay," she said, "but nothing changes. Tomorrow, it's sex only or nothing."

"We'll see about that."

"Gavin."

He abandoned her breast to lay his palm on her cheek and rotate her face toward him. For a long moment, they simply drank each other in. Her heart sped up, though the acceleration had nothing to do with sex. She loved him, so much.

Gently, he tipped her head back and lowered his mouth to hers. He kissed her softly at first, exploring her lips with slow sweeps of his own, darting his tongue out to taste her skin, and she dissolved into him, surrendering all her self-control.

For now. For one night.

His tongue forged into her mouth, hot and demanding, teasing the roof of her mouth with light licks only to delve deep and rob her of breath. He cradled her head with his big hand, and his fingers on her sex worked her into a frenzy of need. She whimpered into his mouth, desperate for what he'd promised, what she craved with a reckless hunger.

She clutched at his thighs, the only anchor she could find.

With a rough groan, he broke the kiss. "Don't think I'll let you off this easy."

He pulled his hand away from her wetness, wiping his damp fingers on his jeans.

"What?" she said, sounding as dazed as she felt.

"You're not coming yet, not until I'm ready to let you. Got it?"

A traitorous thrill shimmered through her. "Yes."

"That's my girl."

He sprang up, taking her with him, then spun around and dropped her onto the bed on her back. In one smooth movement, he grabbed the hem of his shirt and whipped it off over his head. A second later, he'd doffed the rest of his clothes.

Lying there nude, flat on her back, she took her time admiring his body. Those broad, muscled shoulders. That sculpted chest. Defined abs that narrowed down to his waist. Powerful thighs made for driving into a woman and driving her insane with pleasure. And oh, she couldn't forget the erection curving up toward his belly, waving as if that engorged length couldn't wait to perform its duty.

Suddenly, she couldn't catch her breath. Wanting him stole all the oxygen from the room, eradicated her thoughts, demolished her self-control. She would do anything to feel him inside her again.

He placed a knee on the bed, keeping his other foot on the floor. Poised there, motionless and breathing heavily, he hovered a foot from her body while his gaze roved over the entirety of her nakedness.

"Ah, Jamie," he purred, swiping a hand over his mouth, "you are so beautiful. I love the way your skin gets flushed on your chest and your cheeks turn that perfect shade of pink." He swung his leg up and over to straddle her calves. His hand closed around his shaft and slid up and down it in languorous strokes, but his gaze stayed squarely on her. "You make me crazy, the way you move, the way you feel, the way you gasp my name when I'm —"

"Stop talking." She bit her upper lip, almost frantic from the opposing needs to surrender fully and to reassert her control. How could she have sex with him when she still didn't trust him not to hurt her again? He would never harm her physically, but emotionally… He'd done a fantastic job of that.

But every time he spoke in that silky voice and told her she was beautiful and perfect…

No, no, no, no . She refused to become a slave to her lust for him, to her love for him.

While he stroked himself with one hand, he reached down with the other palm to caress her inner thigh.

Heat scorched through her from head to toe, threatening to obliterate reason. Again. Just when she'd regained an iota of it. Maybe she could slake her needs without surrendering all her control. Yes, that was a good plan.

She flipped onto her stomach and bent her knees, leaning back to lift her bottom.

"Jamie," he growled, splaying both hands on her behind, "sweet Jamie, you have the finest ass in the world. I'd love to nibble on it." He shoved one hand between her cheeks to palm her sex. "Like an hors d'oeuvre to whet my appetite before the main course."

The obstinate man was still trying to control this.

And his stubbornness made her wetter, hotter, achier.

Not so strong and in command, are ye?

She would be. This instant.

"We do it my way," she said, rocking back until his shaft grazed her backside, "or not at all."

The infuriating man laughed and slapped her erse. "Not how it works, babe. If you wanted a submissive man, you shouldn't have hooked up with me."

She opened her mouth to snap a scathing retort but never got the chance.

He flipped her over, and she fell to the mattress with a whump and a bounce. "I get it. You don't want to look at me while we make love, so you can pretend it's nothing but hot sex. I'm not letting you do that."

"You are the most domineering, stubborn, impossible —"

He flopped onto the bed beside her and rolled her toward him until they lay face to face on their sides. One thickly corded arm imprisoned her like an iron bar around her waist. Their position forced her to gaze straight into his simmering, honey-brown eyes, and the heat of him penetrated her skin to warm her on the inside too. His breaths tickled her face, his erection prodded her hip.

"You'll never convince me," he said, his voice soft and tender, "that a sex-only encounter, with no intimacy, will satisfy you. I know my girl, and she's got to have a deeper connection."

Fear. It iced through her, spreading at lightning speed, freezing her muscles so she couldn't move or speak. He was right, and they both knew it. But she could not give in to what the foolish part of her wanted even after the things he'd done and said to her.

She couldn't summon the will to stop him.

He swept his hand down over her bottom and onto her thigh, drawing her leg over his hip.

Cool air teased her swollen, drenched flesh.

Jamie swallowed against a lump in her throat.

With his hand lingering on her thigh, Gavin studied her face. His brows cinched into a tight rivet over his nose. "You're afraid of feeling close to me, aren't you?"

She nodded once.

"Christ." He pulled his hand away from her leg to cup her face. "Am I pushing you to do something you don't really want? I thought you were just being pigheaded." He brushed his fingertips over her cheek. "But if I'm making you feel pressured…"

The anguish in his voice and on his face stabbed a pang through her chest. He truly worried he'd coerced her into this. Maybe she had wanted to take control of the situation, and maybe she had valid reasons for it, but if he'd pressured her she would've walked out the door long before he tossed her onto the bed.

She'd made him feel he'd done something wrong, that she didn't want this.

"No, Gavin," she said, "you have never pressured me to do anything. I have been pigheaded because of what's gone on between us. I always want you. I wish I could keep a distance between us, but it's not possible. This one time, we could do it your way."

"Are you sure?"

"I am." She couldn't tear her focus away from his earnest gaze and the pain revealed in his eyes. Yes, this one time…

She hooked her leg around his ass.

He pushed inside her, slowly, delicately, consuming her inch by inch, every sensation heightened by the deliberateness of his movements and the intensity of the emotions they'd shared seconds ago. They made love at a languid pace, reveling in the closeness and mounting pleasure that bonded them in every moment, in every way. She entwined her arms around his neck, wrists crossed behind his head, her fingers in his hair, and she let the joy of coupling with him sweep away everything else. For now, for this moment, nothing else mattered.

They came together, in perfect sync, their cries and moans echoing through the room. It wasn't the most intense orgasm she'd ever had, but it meant so much more than all the others.

Whatever problems they had, whether they wound up together or apart, she knew one thing with complete certainty.

Gavin Douglas loved her.