Page 90 of The Scot’s Secret

“I like this,” she said.

He pulled up to look at her.

“Like? Then I’m not doing my job correctly.”

He moved a different way then. Using circular motions, he pushed into her and then pulled away. She mimicked his movements.

“Alex?”

It felt so good. He felt so good.

“Clara?”

He looked at her with such intensity that she completely forgot what she had intended to say. She moved her hands from his arms to his backside and forced him even closer.

He smiled.

She loved that smile.

She loved him.

And she especially loved the way he was moving against her—into her—right now. As if sensing that she no longer felt any pain, Alex pushed a bit deeper, withdrew a bit more. That same pressure began to build, and this time, Clara knew what was coming. She closed her eyes in anticipation.

His hands covered her breasts, caressing them while he moved. She matched his thrusts, pushing harder, wanting more.

“I want to feel that again,” she said.

“You will.” His voice, thick with desire, made her feel so powerful. She arched her back and mimicked his circular movements. . . only to be caught in her own net. The pressure built and built until her buttocks squeezed with the release that flooded through her.

“Oh God, Clara.”

With a final push, he tensed and cried out. She pulled him toward her, wanting to feel his entire body atop her. They were still joined, and she was glad for it.

The words she’d thought of earlier caught in her throat. Had she really been about to say ‘I love you?’ It was true, but it wouldn’t matter in the end. Clara would not risk another man she loved. She simply would not.

But those thoughts were for the morrow.

“Well,” she said instead. “That was quite nice.”

“Nice?” He pulled up enough to look at her. “Hell, woman. It wasn’t anything of the sort.”

“It wasn’t?”

He moved so quickly Clara didn’t have time to react. Somehow, he was now underneath her but still inside her.

“I’ll hurt you,” she said, practically lying atop him.

He grasped both sides of her head, pulled her toward him, and kissed her so thoroughly that Clara completely forgot about her position. In fact, when she became aware of it, she could feel his manhood stirring inside her.

Surely that wasn’t possible. . .

Then Clara became aware of several things at once—his legs intertwined with hers, her core pressed against him, his hands splayed across her buttocks. Alex squeezed, ever so gently.

“Yes,” she said, knowing what he was asking.

This time, there was no pain. He moved just slightly, and she immediately understood that she needed to move with him. She met his movements and matched them with her own.

His wicked grin made her realize that she was in control this time—he’d known it all along and had been waiting for her to figure it out.