Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 115308 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 577(@200wpm)___ 461(@250wpm)___ 384(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115308 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 577(@200wpm)___ 461(@250wpm)___ 384(@300wpm)
“No, no, no,” I huffed out as Baird tugged me toward the door. “That didn’t just happen.”
He laughed. “It did. Your aunt is funny.”
“But she knows we’re leaving to have sex,” I whisper-shouted.
“I’m pretty sure she knows you’re not a virgin, My,” he teased, hurrying me down the front stoop and down Dublin Street.
“I just hope she doesn’t tell my dad and Grace.” I covered my face with my free palm.
Baird released my hand to slide his arm around my waist. “You’re so adorable.”
I pouted up at him. “No, I’m not adorable right now. I’m sexy. We’re in a sexy mood. Adorable is for field mice and puppies.”
Baird threw his head back in laughter, almost tripping on a paving stone and taking me with him. I gripped onto him, grinning as he righted himself. There was that look on his face again. Like I was everything. Wow, I could seriously get addicted to that look. “Maia MacLeod, sexy, adorable, wearing your glasses or wearing nothing, I want you all the time, anytime.”
“Really?” I bit my lip, pleased.
“Oh, aye.” He nodded and then waggled his eyebrows. “And at some point, I want you naked wearing only your glasses.”
Laughing, even as my body pulsed with arousal, I replied, “You’re so weird.”
“But sexy, right?”
“Oh, completely. Now let’s hurry up before I combust on Dublin Street.”
“That was the longest walk in the history—” I was cut off, hauled into Baird’s flat and against his body. His mouth slammed down on mine, and I whimpered, wrapping my arms around him. My fingers curled into his lush hair, and I had a fleeting memory of squashing many a fantasy about tugging Baird’s hair out of his manbun. I’d been in denial for a very long time about how much I wanted him. Baird’s kiss was thorough and just a wee bit dirty, and I loved it. I met him lick for lick, suck for suck, flicking my tongue against his, our kiss so deep we stumbled backward. Our momentum forced the flat door shut with a crash and we broke away, gasping.
My laughter was cut off by Baird’s uncharacteristically severe expression. He looked ready to eat me alive. I shivered, my breasts feeling heavy, my skin burning hotter than it was even five minutes ago as we hurried through New Town to his flat in Dean Village.
I was wet and aching and had been ever since he’d made me come.
Anticipation had me shaking. “Do I have something on my face?” I teased on a whisper.
Baird slowly shook his head. “Nah, I’m just … I can hardly believe you’re here and we’re … here.”
He really did want this. Want me. I wish I hadn’t been so blinded by my own insecurities. “We’re really here,” I promised.
He yanked me to him, his hands coasting down my waist and around my back to slide over my bottom. He squeezed gently, and I moaned at the feel of his prodding erection. I rubbed against him, and Baird’s hips undulated against me. “Bear, I don’t want to wait any longer,” I gasped out.
He bent his head and kissed me, and I knew I’d never want to kiss anyone but Baird McMillan ever again. I wanted only his taste, the feel of him. I loved the way his size was dominating and reassuring all at once. My fingers slid under his shirt, tracing the hard, smooth lines of his well-developed six-pack and I sucked on his tongue. Hard.
Baird shuddered and made that growling sound but this time in my mouth.
A mini orgasm fluttered low inside. “Oh!” I pulled back, eyes wide with surprise.
Because it had never been this intense with someone before. This needy. This passionate. Part of me had almost thought all the loved-up couples around me were lying about sex to make themselves feel better.
But they weren’t.
It really could feel like every nerve ending in your body was alive and sizzling and sparking at the slightest touch and sound and scent.
I pushed on my tiptoes to press my lips to his again, moaning into his mouth as the kiss turned wild and dirty and breathlessly exciting. Baird’s hands gripped my waist, and he lifted me with ease, still kissing me as he walked us in the direction of the back of the room. I lifted my knees so my feet wouldn’t drag as I broke the kiss to pepper his bearded cheeks and down his throat.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he huffed out. “I don’t know if I can make it to the bedroom.”
“I don’t care.” I licked his throat. “I just need you inside me.”
Quite abruptly, we slammed into the wall by the staircase, and I let out a laugh of surprise, one that disappeared into Baird’s mouth as my feet hit the floor again. His warm, rough hands tugged at my skirt, yanking it down my legs until it pooled at my feet. We broke apart so I could step out of it and kick off my shoes at the same time. Then Baird’s hands were shoving my knickers roughly down and a rush of wet between my thighs made me frantically shimmy them off.