“So,” Sean’s voice cut through my internal debate, “have you forgiven that fool for standing you up yet? Or should I be sending him a thank-you note for giving me this opportunity?”
I let a slow smile spread across my face, turning the full force of my attention back on him. “A thank-you note?” I purred, leaning in a little closer. “I think you should be building the man a statue. If he hadn't bailed, I wouldn't have discovered that I have a thing for rugged Americans with terrible motivationalspeeches.”
His laugh rumbled through the elevator, making my skin tingle. “Careful now. I might start to think you actually like me.”Fuck, I was in trouble.
“We can’t have that, can we?” I said, stepping closer.
The doors opened with another ding, and Sean gestured for me to exit first. Ever the gentleman.
Sean fumbled with the key card, and I bit back a laugh. It was oddly endearing to see the smooth-talking American flustered. When the door finally swung open, I let out a low whistle.
“Damn,” I murmured, taking in the sprawling suite. “You weren’t exaggerating about the view.”
Sean grinned, looking pleased with himself. “I never exaggerate about views. Or anything else, for that matter.”
I quirked a brow, a challenge in my voice. “Is that so? Care to prove it?”
The playful energy between us didn’t just shift; it snapped. The easy green in Sean’s eyes bled away, replaced by a mossy, predatory darkness that sent a shiver straight down my spine. The air grew thick, the entire hotel suite shrinking until he was the only thing in it. He didn’t just walk toward me; he stalked, closing the distance in two long, deliberate strides that felt more like a claim than an approach. His hand came up, his palm warm against my jaw, his thumb a searing brand against the curve of my lower lip.
“Are you sure about this?” he asked, his voice a low, husky growl that vibrated through my bones.
Was I sure? No. I was a fucking mess on a collision course with a man who was probably far too good for me. But in that moment, rational thought fled. In response, I fisted my hand in the front of his shirt, yanking him down to me. There was no gentle meeting of lips. It was a crash.A desperate, hungry claiming that was all teeth and tongue and the unspoken acknowledgment that we were both past the point of no return. His hands weren’t just roaming; they were mapping my body, learning the territory, staking a claim on every curve and dip. My fingers, suddenly clumsy and urgent, fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, a frantic need to feel his skin against mine overriding everything else.
We didn’t walk to the bedroom; we stumbled, a chaotic tangle of limbs shedding clothes like we were on fire. My dress hit the floor, followed by his shirt. When the backs of my knees hit the edge of the bed, I fell backward, dragging him down with me. He braced his weight above me, his gaze sweeping over my body with an appreciative hunger that made my skin prickle.
“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he murmured, the words a rough prayer against my mouth before he captured my lips in another searing kiss.
His mouth left mine to wage a delicious war on my neck, the scrape of his stubble a perfect, abrasive friction against my sensitive skin. I arched into him, my fingers tangling in the thick hair at his nape, pulling him closer as his lips and teeth worried the frantic pulse point there. A raw sound, half-gasp, half-curse, tore from my throat.
“Fuck,” I gasped.
His large hands cupped my breasts, thumbs brushing over my hardened nipples. I moaned. Sean’s mouth followed the path of his hands, leaving wet kisses down my sternum before capturing a nipple between his lips. His tongue swirled around the sensitive bud, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core.
“Christ,” I panted, grinding my hips against his. His rock-hard cock strained against his boxer briefs, the impressivelength pressing insistently against my thigh. My hand snaked between us, palming him through the thin fabric. Sean groaned, the vibration against my breast making me shiver.
“Patience, princess,” he growled, his voice dripping with lust. He kissed his way down my stomach, pausing to dip his tongue into my navel. My hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more friction.
Sean’s fingers hooked into the waistband of my lace panties, slowly dragging them down my legs. The cool air hit my dripping pussy, making me gasp. He spread my thighs, his hot breath fanning over my most intimate area. “Fuck, you’re soaked,” he murmured appreciatively.
Without warning, he dove in, his tongue parting my slick folds. I cried out, my back arching as he lapped at my clit with broad, firm strokes. “Oh god, Sean!” I moaned, my fingers tightening in his hair.
He slid two thick fingers inside me, hitting that spot that made me see stars. His tongue never stopped its relentless assault on my clit, alternating between quick flicks and slow, circular motions. The dual stimulation had me careening towards the edge embarrassingly fast.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” Sean encouraged, his voice muffled against my pussy. “Come for me. Let me hear those pretty Scottish moans.”
As Sean’s tongue continued to work its magic, my body arched off the bed, my hands gripping the sheets so tightly I damn near tore them apart. His fingers were doing things inside me that I didn’t know were possible, and his lips... oh, his wicked, talented lips.
“Sean,” I moaned, “I can’t... I’m...”
He only responded by sucking harder on my swollen clit, sending me over the edge into oblivion. My thighs clampedaround his head as pleasure washed over me. It seemed like hours before the world stopped spinning, and I could breathe again.
Sean crawled up my trembling body, kissing a trail of wet kisses up my stomach and between my breasts until he reached my lips. His eyes were dark with desire. “Round two?” he asked with a cocky grin, his erection pressing against my still-sensitive core.
I grinned back at him, boldly. “Oh yes,” I said, flipping us over so that I straddled him instead. “I do think so.” Leaning down, I whisper-kissed along his jawline before nipping at his earlobe. “Let’s find out if you Yanks can handle a real Scottish lassie.”
I eased back, my eyes never leaving his, and reached into my purse. Sean’s eyes widened as I extracted a condom, holding it up. “Always prepared, darlin’. Hope that doesn’t disappoint.”
A slow, sexy grin spread across his face. “You disappoint? Sweetheart, never.”
