HighlandHeat

by Tilly Greene

  The side of him that had felt a desperate need to hunt was, for the moment, content. He felt more at ease because his quarry wasn’t merely in sight, but in his grip.

  Late last night, he’d received all the information he needed to know exactly how wrong he’d been about Grace Strachan. In fact, he felt a great deal of pride in how, under her own initiative, she worked to become an extremely successful entrepreneur in a reportedly cutthroat industry. Then there was when she’d said she wanted something different. It couldn’t be more obvious they were meant to be together.

  Through her skirt, he stroked her lush bottom and thought how, like his own tragic start helped mold him, her life helped make her into the woman she was today.

  All the passion he’d experienced upon first seeing her had combined with what he now knew about her and warmed the possibilities before them. The desire to possess her ruled so much of his mind, Hamish found it difficult not to strip her naked and bend this beautiful woman across her desk, claim her as his, as was his right.

  It felt like his right.

  She moaned when he slipped his tongue between her lips to taste her essence. Searching her mouth, stroking and tangling tongues, he couldn’t get enough. Hamish pulled her head closer still and gently turned it to the side so he could delve in even deeper.

  On his next breath, as he inhaled deeply through his nose, he felt like a whole man. This was what his life had been missing. More specifically, he’d needed a beautiful sexy woman who was strong enough to be his other half, in and out of the bedroom. She was smart, full of vision, energy and courage, as well as soft and feminine.

  He was on a passion high and had to do something about it.

  Now.

  A quick hooded glance around the room told him there was a flat surface close at hand. Slowly, while still kissing Grace, he started to back her up until he had her locked between his body and the desk. He released her head and used both hands to start gathering up her skirt until he could reach beneath and grasp hold of her ass. He was stunned by what he found and didn’t find.

  “Shit! Grace, are you wearing stockings?” His unsteady hands caressed their way up her thighs before kneading her bare ass cheeks over and over again. He couldn’t get enough of her soft, silky flesh. There were no straps or fabric of any sort to hinder the sensuous path he took over her body. Her stockings must be the type that stayed up on their own. If he reached higher, he might discover if she was completely nude or wearing a thong, only he didn’t want to know the answer just yet. Sometimes waiting made things even sweeter.

  Besides, he didn’t need to know what kind of undergarments she wore to think about how utterly delicious and wicked she was.

  With her skirt no longer confining her movements, she moved a leg until it slipped around his hip. With that one move, he was lost to whatever she wanted. He’d give her anything and everything, immediately, if he could just get inside her wet heat.

  With his hand on her backside, he pulled her into his body and ground his iron-hard cock against her mound. He didn’t remember ever having the pressure building at his temples not be his mind’s main focus. Right now all he could think about was the sweet, sensual woman wrapped around his body, toying with his senses.

  “Mmmm, Hamish, you’re so lovely.”

  Breathing heavily, he had to accept that he might have heard her say something and didn’t have a clue what it was. Unless she said no and he knew she wasn’t saying that. Having her beneath him was all he could concentrate on. He sucked in a gulp of air. Suddenly he was very much aware of her hands. The slender digits began to seductively spear through his hair.

  Immediately he pulled back from passion’s grip and set about reestablishing control.

  Without panicking, he carefully set her ass on the edge of the desk. It was time he set some ground rules for them to follow. He used his hands to take hold of her wrists and moved them behind her back. Looking at her face, he felt a split second of doubt. He wanted her hands on him, all over him.

  There wasn’t supposed to be anything separating them, they were meant to be free. He wouldn’t allow the disappointment find a hold in him, not now.

  “Don’t move your hands, lass.” The stipulation came out on a whisper. There was no way he wanted to say or hear anything that meant she couldn’t touch him, but he had to. To soften the stupid yet necessary condition, his other hand came up and he used a finger to smooth it over her well-kissed lips. They were damp and eager, partially opened as her breath panted out in great gasps.

  “It’s you who is simply stunning, Grace.” Now he remembered what she’d said and had to set her straight. Make sure she knew he was serious about her.

  Unfortunately, the way she’d naturally settled on the desktop was too much to ignore. With her legs partially parted, she appeared ready to receive his rod. To answer her call, he closed the small distance separating them. Even through his trousers he could feel her heat. If it were possible for his cock to grow harder, it did when she groaned and shifted until her mouth grasped hold of his finger where it played across her lips to suck and chew on.

  It was an erotic sight to behold. There was much more he wanted to see and experience with her. First, he had one question she hadn’t answered yet.

  “Will you accept my apology, Grace? Will you let me make it up to you for being a jerk last night?” Pulling his finger from her mouth, he traced the moist digit down her neck, onto her chest and deep into her cleavage. The dark valley had haunted him until he’d finally slept. Now he was actually touching it. There’d been no relief for the hard-on he’d sported. He’d eventually wakened as stiff as he’d been upon first setting eyes on her.

  “Yes! Yes, Hamish, oh…”

  Her words eased the last hold his brain had on keeping their meeting away from sex. He stopped at the first button after noticing her soft gray eyes following his progress. Hamish felt his heart beat faster when their gazes locked and his fingers stopped moving. On a deep shuddering breath, he slowly and with great dexterity, unfastened the buttons on her blouse before she exhaled.

  Using the same finger that made the journey down her cleavage, he methodically moved each section of her blouse until it was tucked under her arms and her breasts were exposed. For a second, he forgot to breathe and then she inhaled, her chest lifting and expanding before his eyes. He was lost to their allure. He needed to get a hold of himself and the situation, fast.

  “Well now, lass, you possess many fine qualities and I’ll make sure to point each and every one out to you later. Right now, I need to give these two beauties all the attention they deserve and appear to be asking for.”

  They were dazzling. Large, he was sure each mound was more than his hand could hold. They were topped off with scrumptious red, hard nipples that would fit perfectly in his mouth. He could almost taste them. There was a natural droop from their weight he’d noticed last night and now he wanted to see them free. She wore a bra that barely contained them in delightful unsubstantial lace.

  Using his thumb, he softly stroked the slope leading to one nipple, coaxing the point to ride above the top rim of the flimsy cup. It took very little time before the pebbled tip thrust over the edge. Hamish strummed the eager peak. For him, this was better than any present he ever unwrapped.

  “Oh yes,” her voice quivered out on a breath.

  “Do you enjoy having your nipples teased?” He pinched and tugged the excited point before she had a chance to answer. Soft panting gasps of pleasure were pulled from between her lips.

  “Do you, Grace?” The wicked thumb moved to the other breast and smoothed over the glorious hill. This nipple had already found its freedom by poking through the lace cutwork. It was so tempting. He could do no more than lean down and taunt the eager flesh with the tip of his tongue.

  “Ha-mish?” He liked to hear the hitch in her voice.

  “Yes, my sweet little lass.” Not rising from his bent-over position, he kept working his tongue over her excited
flesh while waiting for her eyes to meet his.

  He continued to flick at the poor tormented point until her passion-laden orbs met his. There was something drifting around the gray that called to him. Already he knew he was lost to the wonders her body presented and was excited because there was sure to be much to explore.

  “Yes?”

  “Please, I want more.”

  “More of what?” His tongue continued to work the one nipple until he felt her restless and frenzied movements increase beneath him. At the same time the fingers on his free hand kept strumming the other tip. Hamish was now completely immersed in seducing Grace. Nothing else could find a foothold with him. This was it. He leaned into her until they were almost laid flat on the desk.

  “You,” she finally whispered.

  “Grace, will you come to my home and play with me?”

  While his teeth ruthlessly and gently gnawed on her excited tips, he knew there was one answer she could give.

  “Yes!”

  A few short minutes later, Grace stood before the full-length mirror standing in the corner of her office and fixed her appearance with shaking hands while Hamish made a call on his mobile. After she settled her breasts back into the bra, buttoned her blouse and tucked it in, she checked to make sure she was once again presentable.

  Except for the pointed nipples pressing against her thin blouse, everything was back in order. She assumed he was rearranging his day for this unexpected interlude, but made no effort to eavesdrop. She wanted his possession too much to feel guilty about how he would make it possible.

  Out of the corner of her eye, she took in the powerful man who apparently felt no shame over the substantial hard-on he was sporting. She didn’t bother to hold back her smile. Personally, she took a great deal of pride seeing his cock pushing against his trousers and jacket, especially since she was the one who inspired its impressive salute.

  If she felt the need to justify her actions today, it would be easy to say he’d created this desperate need inside her that begged for release, therefore, he should be the one to satisfy it. Fortunately it didn’t matter. She was an adult, without any attachments, and didn’t want to pass up an opportunity to spend time with the man who had the ability to turn her inside out.

  Sadly, she knew a future with this incredible man wasn’t really possible. She’d take what he offered, then hold the memories and pleasure close for the rest of her life.

  The more she thought about it, the more she realized why she hadn’t recognized him last night. While he was often quoted and discussed in the media, he was rarely photographed. And if he was, then they were generally candid. It was a shame he didn’t sit for a portrait, the man was stunning. If he was on a cover of a magazine or tabloid, no doubt it would sell out. She’d buy a copy.

  Placing her fanciful hat atop her head, Grace moved around the office, collecting her purse, keys and wrap before turning back to face him. She found him no longer talking on the mobile. Instead he was watching her with lust in his eyes. Her pussy throbbed in return, needing him and his touch almost as much as her next breath. It was kind of scary how quickly he’d found a way inside her trust, but he did and she wanted it no other way. Not today.

  Without any further delays, she wanted him inside her, fucking her exactly as he’d mentioned earlier.

  “What?” She asked him as he continued to stand there staring at her.

  “You’re very beautiful,” he said quietly, almost as though everything would fall apart if he were too loud.

  “Thank you.” What a curious man he was. There was something tentative about him, not insecure or unsure, but he was suddenly hesitant. It was an endearing quality in such a powerful person. He could have whatever he wanted and he wanted her. She’d hold on to that for as long as this man held her and store the memories forever.

  “Well then, shall we go to my house?” His arm rose and gestured for her to precede him to the door.

  Instead, she walked up to him and stood close enough so her breasts teased his chest. She slipped her hand under his buttoned suit jacket to hold his covered hard-on. It was her first touch and he felt like perfection. Heavy and solid, this was a tool that knew pleasure. She didn’t stroke or squeeze the rod, merely held it while looking up into his golden gaze.

  The fire in his eyes was intense, the passion and need he felt was plainly visible. She enjoyed seeing those qualities because she wanted to be the woman who satisfied him and all his desires. What had Grace standing before him, holding his shaft, was because she couldn’t go any further without testing his limits as he’d pushed hers earlier on the desk.

  “My safe word is cactus. I enjoy being spanked, teased—”

  “Shhh, it’s all right, Grace, we’ll speak about sexual preferences and more over lunch. Right now, before we take another step, I want you to know I’ll never inflict any pain on you. That’s not something I personally find enjoyable. I want to cherish you, fuck you, immerse myself in you and your body. Push against your limits and make you scream with pleasure, but I’ll never harm a hair on your beautiful head.” Hamish’s sincerity was evident, clear for her to see. She gained a great deal of comfort from his honesty that she hadn’t realized she wanted to hear.

  “What about this incredible cock of yours? Doesn’t it need relief?” Eager to get started, she wanted to go down on her knees right there, unzip his trousers and feast on him until he exploded inside her mouth.

  The wait for him to answer was unbearable. Time seemed to creep forward on tiny feet and still he said nothing. The only hint of what he was feeling or thinking was the fire and lust there for her to see and hold. The bulge in her hand grew larger, harder and beat a mighty rhythm. It felt thick and weighty in her hand. She may have trouble taking this beast in her mouth. If she did, then there was no doubt she’d joyfully treasure as much of it as she could handle.

  Grace wanted, no, needed, to please and seduce him, hear him howling with pleasure from her ministrations. It was only fair since this was where he had taken her in those few minutes spent on her desk. That quickly he’d had her begging, what would it be like if he had hours to work his magic?

  Finally, when she thought she couldn’t wait any longer and would just take what she wanted, he answered.

  “It does, but I want you naked, on your knees and arms behind your back when you take me in your mouth. This way I can see those beautiful breasts quivering and your lips opened wide, waiting to receive me. None of that will I allow to happen here in your place of business. What we have is between us. You should also know I feel no shame in leaving here where anyone can see that I’m hard for you. In fact, for all I care they can imagine you screaming as you come over and over again as I ride between your beautiful thighs. Now, shall we leave?”

  Her mouth opened slightly as she started to breathe deeply. The man continued to ratchet up her lust a notch at a time without so much as an intimate touch. All he did was speak his needs in clear, concise terms and she was lost.

  At every turn, Hamish Buchanan surprised her and she didn’t think she should be. In the space of less than an hour, he’d shown her on the desk behind them that he was a man who had no problem playing her erotic desires to perfection. Once again, she seriously wondered if he could read her mind. He knew exactly what she liked and how to tease those needs until she trembled with lust racing out of control. It took a long minute to regain her equilibrium before she answered.

  “Yes, I’m ready.”

  “You certainly are, lass.”

  With laughter surrounding them, they left the office arm in arm and walked down the hallway to the front of the store.

  “Aimee, I’m leaving for the day, I’ll be back tomorrow.”

  “Goodbye, Grace, Mr. Buchanan. Enjoy yourselves.” The final comment was offered in such a saucy tone, Grace had to look over her shoulder at the older woman. She couldn’t hold back the giggle when her fierce look was met by a waggle of eyebrows from her store manager.


  “We certainly will, ma’am,” Hamish answered irreverently as he looked back and smiled at Aimee and the other women. He opened the front door and held it for Grace to pass through before following. With a wink to her manager, he left with one last thought for them to ponder. “And she may be late tomorrow, possibly not come in at all.”

  Gales of laughter from the women in the shop followed them out the door and into the cool clear day. Grace had known that he was trouble last night, just not how much pleasure she’d receive as well.

  He was simply wonderful.

  Chapter Five

  Hamish drove them through the bustling streets commonly found in the vibrant West End and eventually into Marylebone, where it was much less busy. After a few lefts, rights and roundabouts, he turned onto a quiet, tree-lined, cobblestone road that to her appeared to be straight out of another era. Halfway down, across from a beautiful garden square, he pulled over and stopped the car in front of a grand old Victorian brick row house.

  “Where are we? I know we’re still in London, but it’s like we’ve gone back in time.”

  “This is Montagu Square. About ten years ago, a consortium of builders, architects, historians, homeowners and others, came together and worked out a plan to revamp the entire square. From landscape to the buildings, they paid for the work themselves or found the financing for it.”

  “How did they get everyone who owned property to go along with it?”

  “Most of the residents had voiced an interest at some point during community meetings in increasing their properties value. There were a few families that didn’t want to be involved and were offered fair buy-out terms. One condition was that they were given a chance to change their mind once their home was finished. Those who couldn’t fiscally afford to do anything and yet still wanted to be a part of it were offered no-interest loans. There were also a few homes owned by seniors and the group decided unanimously to absorb the cost of refurnishing their homes for them.”

  “What part did you play?”