sigh warmed his ear as she pulled back. “But if you’re not up for it, or you’ve changed your mind,” she said on a grin. Her finger teased the vee of his shirt where he’d kept the top button undone. “Well, I wouldn’t want the great Jock Kinncaid to feel pressured into doing anything he didn’t want to do—”
“You are a handful, Kaitlyn,” he told her, clasping her to him and leaning up to set his own wine aside.
“You’ve no idea.”
He raised a brow and grinned at her, his hands rubbing up and down her back.
“Oh, really?” he asked her, pulling her closer.
She wiggled against him, her fingers playing with the ends of his hair against his nape, sending chills dancing over his skin.
“Really.”
“So what should I watch out for?” he asked her, leaning in to kiss her.
Her mouth smiled against his. “I can be stubborn.”
He chuckled as he kissed her, his mouth moving to kiss along her jaw, down her neck. “I think I figured that out for myself.”
“Such a smart man.”
He kissed the skin just beneath her ear and felt her tense against him, but she tilted her neck to the side, giving him more access.
His hands spanned her back.
“What else?”
She ran her fingers through his hair. “I rather like getting what I want.” She took a deep breath when he pulled her lobe between his teeth. “I’d forgotten. I like to know what I want.”
“Hmmm . . . That’s always a good thing.”
“It is.” She pulled back and cupped his face in her hands. “I know this is a . . .” A crease furrowed between her brows. “That is, you have your life. I have mine. We’re just here. This weekend.”
Is that what she thought?
“Maybe this weekend is just the beginning, Kaitie.” He turned his head and kissed the center of her palm.
Her smile was sad, didn’t reach her eyes, and the dimple didn’t wink at him. “I’m not going to think about tomorrow. Or later. Or next week.” Her eyes searched his. “I just want now. I just want this. Us. For now. Can you give me that, Jock?”
His own hands ran up her arms to cup her face, his thumbs rubbing along her jaw, his fingers lost in the hair at the nape of her neck. “Kaitie, I’ll give you whatever you want.” And more.
Her eyes still searched his and he realized for all her spunk, for all her sass, she was still wary, still cautious. But with him, clearly, she was getting over that.
“What do you want, Kaitie?” he asked. “Tell me what you want.”
She licked her lips, glanced beyond him to the foyer, then back to him, a slow smile starting across her mouth. This time, her eyes crinkled and that damned dimple appeared. “You. Here. In bed. I don’t care. I just don’t want to think, Jock. I just want to feel. You make me feel. I don’t know if that’s good or bad. Or what. But I just . . . want this. You. Me. Tonight.”
“And maybe tomorrow?” he said, wanting them back on a lighter note, the shadows gone from her eyes.
“Well,” she said, “I suppose that’ll depend.”
She started to stand, but he shook his head and clasped her waist to him. “I’ve got you.”
She wrapped her legs around him, her arms around his shoulders, and kissed him as he stood and carried her from the room.
He pulled his mouth from hers. “Maybe I want tonight and tomorrow. So I need to know what that might depend on.”
She laughed against his mouth. “How well you perform. I mean, the rumors . . .”
“A handful,” he muttered, leaning against the wall on the stairs and kissing her until they were both gasping.
“Hurry up,” she muttered, raining kisses along his neck. He made it to his room and the bed. Lightning flashed across the room and thunder echoed.
She tensed in his arms. Not from anything they were doing, from the sound. She’d already said she didn’t like the noise.
“Stay with me, Kaitie.”
“I know it’s stupid,” she muttered. “The storms. I just can’t—”
“I’ll make it so you don’t
“You are a handful, Kaitlyn,” he told her, clasping her to him and leaning up to set his own wine aside.
“You’ve no idea.”
He raised a brow and grinned at her, his hands rubbing up and down her back.
“Oh, really?” he asked her, pulling her closer.
She wiggled against him, her fingers playing with the ends of his hair against his nape, sending chills dancing over his skin.
“Really.”
“So what should I watch out for?” he asked her, leaning in to kiss her.
Her mouth smiled against his. “I can be stubborn.”
He chuckled as he kissed her, his mouth moving to kiss along her jaw, down her neck. “I think I figured that out for myself.”
“Such a smart man.”
He kissed the skin just beneath her ear and felt her tense against him, but she tilted her neck to the side, giving him more access.
His hands spanned her back.
“What else?”
She ran her fingers through his hair. “I rather like getting what I want.” She took a deep breath when he pulled her lobe between his teeth. “I’d forgotten. I like to know what I want.”
“Hmmm . . . That’s always a good thing.”
“It is.” She pulled back and cupped his face in her hands. “I know this is a . . .” A crease furrowed between her brows. “That is, you have your life. I have mine. We’re just here. This weekend.”
Is that what she thought?
“Maybe this weekend is just the beginning, Kaitie.” He turned his head and kissed the center of her palm.
Her smile was sad, didn’t reach her eyes, and the dimple didn’t wink at him. “I’m not going to think about tomorrow. Or later. Or next week.” Her eyes searched his. “I just want now. I just want this. Us. For now. Can you give me that, Jock?”
His own hands ran up her arms to cup her face, his thumbs rubbing along her jaw, his fingers lost in the hair at the nape of her neck. “Kaitie, I’ll give you whatever you want.” And more.
Her eyes still searched his and he realized for all her spunk, for all her sass, she was still wary, still cautious. But with him, clearly, she was getting over that.
“What do you want, Kaitie?” he asked. “Tell me what you want.”
She licked her lips, glanced beyond him to the foyer, then back to him, a slow smile starting across her mouth. This time, her eyes crinkled and that damned dimple appeared. “You. Here. In bed. I don’t care. I just don’t want to think, Jock. I just want to feel. You make me feel. I don’t know if that’s good or bad. Or what. But I just . . . want this. You. Me. Tonight.”
“And maybe tomorrow?” he said, wanting them back on a lighter note, the shadows gone from her eyes.
“Well,” she said, “I suppose that’ll depend.”
She started to stand, but he shook his head and clasped her waist to him. “I’ve got you.”
She wrapped her legs around him, her arms around his shoulders, and kissed him as he stood and carried her from the room.
He pulled his mouth from hers. “Maybe I want tonight and tomorrow. So I need to know what that might depend on.”
She laughed against his mouth. “How well you perform. I mean, the rumors . . .”
“A handful,” he muttered, leaning against the wall on the stairs and kissing her until they were both gasping.
“Hurry up,” she muttered, raining kisses along his neck. He made it to his room and the bed. Lightning flashed across the room and thunder echoed.
She tensed in his arms. Not from anything they were doing, from the sound. She’d already said she didn’t like the noise.
“Stay with me, Kaitie.”
“I know it’s stupid,” she muttered. “The storms. I just can’t—”
“I’ll make it so you don’t
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