Read One Hot Scot for Free Online Page B

Aye.”
    Duncan chuckled, the sound rumbling into her own chest. “Ye’re nae making fun of me, are ye, Julia Prentiss?” he asked, dipping one hand down inside her dress where it sagged at her waist and touching here … there.
    She squeaked, jumping. No one had ever caressed her so intimately. And she couldn’t escape the feeling that she would never want anyone else to do so. Ever. For heaven’s sake, they’d barely met, but, this … he … it felt like it was supposed to be. Her, the last person to ever believe in love at first sight, yet here she was. With Duncan Lenox. Naked.
    “If ye’re getting skittish, ye need to tell me, lass.”
    “I’m not skittish. I just don’t want to wake up.”
    His fingers stilled, and he moved around in front of her again. “I dunnae know what this is,” he murmured, trailing a finger down her breastbone, “but I do like it. Faerie magic, or some such thing. That’s what my sisters would say. Or perhaps this isnae yer Christmas gift, but mine.” Shrugging, he leaned in to capture her mouth again, putting his hands on her waist and pushing her gown down to the floor.
    Faerie magic. She liked the sound of that. In his company the Highlands didn’t seem so far from home. Since she’d met him—heavens, had it only been eight hours ago?—her fall into despair and chaos and ruin had stopped dead. And whatever happened tomorrow, tonight she wanted to know what it was like to be in his arms. Faerie magic or not. If he was part of her Christmas gift, well, perhaps Scotland wasn’t as much of a disaster as she’d begun to think.
    Julia put her hands on his chest and shoved. She imagined she could more easily move a wall, but with a grin, he stepped backward and sank onto the bed, drawing her down over him. “ Neo-àbhaistiche bean-uasal, ” he said, chuckling as he ran his hands down her back to her arse, pulling her up against him.
    “What does that mean?” She wanted to hold him and touch him and move against him all at the same time, but she settled for nibbling at the hard line of his jaw.
    “I said ye were an unusual lady,” he returned, his pulse speeding beneath her lips.
    “Just one who’s glad to be alive. And free.”
    Duncan smiled up at her, and the next moment she was wrapped in his arms and pinned beneath him. The reasons she could give him for wanting to be here perhaps didn’t make much sense or sounded like she was merely grateful to him. Inside, though, the wish to be with him felt more like … need than it did gratitude. If she said something so absurd aloud, though, he’d likely flee shrieking into the night. And she did not want that.
    As he kissed her, his hand moved between them again. One finger curled deliciously inside her, and she bucked, moaning again. “Auburn-haired lass,” he breathed, teasing at her with two fingers now, kissing her in time with the motion of his hand, “come fer me.”
    She wasn’t precisely certain what that meant, but the sweet, breath-stealing tension running through her abdomen tightened until she couldn’t do anything but hold onto his shoulders and arch against him. That must be what he’d been talking about, the small working part of her mind said. And then with a pulsing riot of sensation, she shattered.
    “Oh, oh,” she shivered, digging her fingers into him. “Oh, my. Was that what you meant?”
    Duncan chuckled again. “Aye. And I’d like to play now, as well, if ye dunnae mind.”
    Nodding, she settled onto her back again as he nudged her knees apart. Then he replaced his fingers with his cock, sliding slowly, deeply inside her until with a quick, sharp pain, he’d buried himself completely.
    “Are ye well?” he murmured, leaning sideways to take her left breast in his mouth and flick her nipple with his tongue.
    It took her a moment to find her breath again. She nodded up at him, shivering deliciously once more. He began to move, sliding with exquisite slowness out and in again. The heat