Lovell, Cooper - Tessa's Highlander (Siren Publishing Classic) (15 page)

Giving her a “come here” finger wag, he said, “Lose the shirt on your way, lass.”

Somehow she managed to convey the message to her feet to step forward. Slowly moving around the desk, her fingers began to work the buttons of the shirt. Despite having been completely exposed to him earlier, he watched as she unfastened each button, intense anticipation written on his face. When she reached the third button, he licked his lips and leaned forward a little. His reaction encouraged her and she decided to make the most of it and give him a little show. She stopped moving, still a couple of feet away. She moved her fingers to the next button, which was just above her navel, and let them linger just above it. Instead of undoing the button, she ran her left hand up the button placket of the shirt, pulling it open a little so the curve of her breast showed. Gavan gasped and leaned back in the chair, his glistening eyes dark with desire, locked on her. She ran her hand back down the placket, keeping it open but making an exaggerated display of running her curled fingers over her breast and licked her lips seductively. She unfastened the next button and repeated the movement on her right side, this time opening the shirt wide enough to show her nipple.

The sight of Gavan rubbing his palm up the length of his now unbelievably huge cock made her pussy tingle.

“Oh, Tessa lass, what are you
tryin
’ tae do tae me?”

She smiled as demurely as she could and opened the last button as she turned to face away from him, not allowing full view of her nudity. He grunted a protest and she smiled.

With her head to the side but not really looking back at him, she pulled the shirt over her shoulders and let it fall to the floor in a puddle. Turning her head a bit farther to take a quick peek at Gavan, she saw him stroking himself, his thumb rolling over his big knob on each upstroke. She turned her face forward again and parted her legs slightly, thinking about the view he was getting as she stood in only her pink lace
boyshort
panties. Sliding her hands around to rest on her ass, she slowly raised and slightly parted her cheeks then released them, aware of the slight jiggle created by the action. Behind her, her Great Scot growled. Reaching up slowly, she pulled the
scrunchie
from her hair, craned her neck back, and shook her head a bit, running her fingers through her mane to free it from its confines. His heavy, ragged breathing permeated the air. Straightening her neck and pulling her legs together, she ran her hands down her breasts, over her belly, and slid her index fingers into the waistband of her panties. She slid her hands to the sides of her hips before pushing the garment down, bending only at the waist to lower it all the way to the floor knowingly giving him full view of her pussy.

She lingered there for a second before he said in a choked voice, “Come here.”

Standing up straight, she turned to face him and walked forward. When she reached the chair she put one hand on each armrest and leaned in to kiss him. He returned her kiss roughly, his mouth hot, strong, and demanding. When his muscular arms wrapped around her to pull her in, she resisted and pulled away. Smiling slyly, she dropped to her knees and took his cock from his hands into her own.

With a rasp he said, “Tessa, this isn’t what…”

She smiled sweetly at him. “
Shh
. You can’t
always
have your way.”

Before he could protest again she took him into her mouth.

She swirled her tongue around his hot, engorged head. Tasting a pearl of semen, she swiped at it then poked into the slit in an effort to find more. Her hands were clasped together at the base, squeezing as she pumped up and down. She moved her head in time with her hands and sucked so that her cheeks pulled in. She could already feel his cock twitching with his nearing orgasm, and he grasped both sides of her head with his big hands to stop her.

“Tessa, I want to be inside you, baby. Here, in my lap.”

She climbed into his lap, knees planted on either side of him in the chair. He reached up and caressed her breasts, running his palms in circles over her almost painfully distended nipples. Tessa moaned and arched into him. He took one nipple between his lips and grazed it with his teeth while his fingers teased and tickled the other. Each suction of his mouth shot an electric line from her nipple to her clit. Her pussy clenched, aching to be filled. He moved his mouth to the ignored nipple and repeated his treatment there. The laving of his tongue across her nipple made her moan and she began to slide her clit against his hot, rigid cock. She trembled at the first touch of her sensitive skin to his. Removing his hand from her nipple, he reached down and slid his fingers between her labia. Her sweet cream was already running in rivulets down the inside of her thighs and she covered his hand with it. As he moved his mouth to hers to kiss her, his finger gathered her wetness and moved to her clit. He brushed across it once, twice, three times when she shuddered.

She pulled her mouth from his.

“Gavan, if you don’t get inside me right now, I think I’ll fall apart.”

* * * *

Her lips were red and swollen from sucking and kissing him. Her eyes were pleading and full of lust.

He pulled himself straighter in the chair, wrapped his arms around her, and grabbed her ass with his big hands.

“When I stand up, wrap your legs around my waist.”

She nodded. The great difference in their size made this an easy maneuver. He angled his hips and slowly lowered her until he felt the head of his cock against her slick opening.

“Oh, God. Gavan! Get in me. I can’t wait anymore!”

She was pounding on his shoulders with the heels of her hands now. Pushing up his hips and simultaneously lowering her, he buried himself inside her. The move caused a sudden intake of breath in her.

“You okay?”

She nodded. “
Mmm
hmm.” She licked her lips, her face a vision in concentration as she once again struggled to accommodate his enormous size into her small body.

Gavan sat back down, pulled her legs from around his waist to drape over the arms of the chair, and sat back. She was hot and soft, surrounding him with a velvet fist that squeezed and massaged his cock. He looked into her eyes and showed her how to use the chair arms under her thighs as leverage. When she began to move up and down with enthusiasm, he sat back. But her full breasts bouncing up and down in front of him was too much and he captured them both in his hands, moving his mouth from one to the other. Tessa ran her hands through his hair, massaging his scalp, and his body literally tingled from head to toe.

Tessa pulled her fingers from his hair and sat up straight, and he watched her hand move down her belly to her clit.

“Gavan, I’m so close. Are you close?”

He replaced her hand with his own, rubbing circles around the hot little button. “Yes, love, I’m close.”

As his orgasm crashed over him, his balls pulled up and an electric jolt ran through the length of his cock. He grasped her clit between his thumb and forefinger and squeezed and twirled it until Tessa threw her head back. She pumped her thigh muscles furiously, moving up and down on his shaft until he felt her climax burst upon her. Her inner muscles clenched Gavan’s cock, milking his cock like a soft, velvet-covered fist. He pulled her to him and she collapsed against his chest.

“You are amazing, Tessa. Why’d it take me so long tae find you?”

He felt her long eyelashes flutter against his flat nipple and he would swear she purred. He hugged her tight.

Chapter Twelve

Their breathing eventually returned to normal and Gavan stood, Tessa still impaled on him, and carried her to the sitting area of the library. Lowering her to the soft fur rug in front of the fireplace, he withdrew from her and leaned to the sofa and grabbed the throw pillows. He gently lifted her head as she gazed up at him and put one of the pillows under her. He planted a whisper-soft kiss on her lips then sat up to gaze around the room.

“In need of something?”

He nodded. “How do we turn on the fire?”

She smiled. She loved roaring fires. “The remote’s probably on the side table.”

He twisted and grabbed it and the remote that controlled the stereo.

He stretched out on his side next to her, arm bent at the elbow, head propped up on his hand so he could look at her. While he traced circles and figure eights over her breasts and belly, they talked.

Tessa told Gavan about her childhood and how much time she and Jaime spent together. Gavan told her about growing up in the Scottish Highlands with four sisters.

“Four sisters? Wow! You were really outnumbered. Where were you in line?”

He leaned in and kissed her. “I was number four, so I only have one little sister, Katie. The rest, Fiona, Eva, and Kendra, bullied me around every chance they got.”

She laughed at that. “Oh, yeah, because you look so
bulliable
.”

To prove his point, he told her a story about when his three older sisters decided to learn how to perm each other’s hair by practicing on him. The outcome was disastrous. Tessa laughed. The more detail he gave her about the results, the harder she laughed until finally, she was curled into a ball against him in hysterics. He laughed with her, his deep, rolling laughter warming her inside. Suddenly, in the throes of her giggles she snorted. Not an intentional snort of disbelief, but an all-out, make-a-piggy-proud kind of snort. Screaming and covering her face, she rolled away from him. He laughed even harder and tried to pull her back to him as she scrambled from his grasp.

Completely embarrassed, but unable to stop laughing, she covered her face and shouted, “Oh God! I can’t believe I just snorted in front of you. I hate it when I do that. Just shoot me now!”

Finally getting a hold on her, he pulled her body back to his. She buried her face in his chest, still laughing, but wouldn’t let him see her face. After much coaxing and cajoling, he was able to lift her face so she could look into his eyes, laughter still shining in them.

“Why would you be so embarrassed about that?” he asked with a kiss to the tip of her nose.

“Oh, embarrassed doesn’t begin to describe it. I’m mortified. I hate it when I snort. It’s just so…unladylike.”

He smiled down at her. “Now, see, you’re wrong. It was actually a very ladylike little snort. Kind of sexy, actually.”

He kissed her and snorted at the same time, which made her burst into another fit of giggles, accompanied by another very unintentional snort. They hugged each other until their laughter finally subsided. For long moments they gazed into each other’s eyes.

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known,” Gavan stated quietly, running his index finger across her bottom lip.

Tessa blushed and rolled her eyes. He tweaked her nose.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me, missy. You have more physical beauty than most women could ever hope for, but inside”—he laid his hand over her heart—“your spirit is just, it’s lovely.”

The words he spoke were beautiful, but the sincerity with which he said them made Tessa’s nose wrinkle in doubt.

“
Wha
? You doubt me?”

“No.” It was barely a whisper. “That’s just the most amazing thing anybody’s ever said to me.”

He rolled atop her, his hips between her lower thighs so the bulk of his weight wasn’t on her. They kissed. It was gentle and sweet. The way he held her made her feel like a she was a treasure. They parted and he glanced at the fire then back at her with one of his sexy, mischief-laden, tongue-tip-between-the-teeth smiles.

“What?” she asked.

“Well, I was just thinking it might be a good time tae get back tae my interesting ideas for your house.”

Her tongue swiped across her bottom lip. “I have to admit, I agree completely with your suggestions so far.”

He turned on the stereo and the room filled with the moody, seductive music he’d discovered earlier. “This is some very sexy music, lass.”