Paisley smiled at his tone. He sounded so damn cute when he pouted like that. “How about this, I’ll share if you do. Question for question. Sound like a deal?”
She tilted her head back to look into his face and saw he was giving serious consideration to her offer. “Well, if tha’s the only way I have of gettin’ ta know ye, I guess I’ll hafta say aye though it sounds ta me like we’re playin’ children’s parlor game instead of two full-grown adults getting’ ta find out about one another.”
She ignored his snarky comment. “Would you like to ask the first question?”
For the next while, they shared bits of themselves, asking questions and answering in turn. She learned he had always loved the farm and the sheep and cows and living on the farm. He learned of her dual life, as a prim and proper law office receptionist during the day and an erotic romance writer by night. She learned of his military service, and that on rare occasion he still had nightmares of his time in Iraq, usually when it stormed outside.
The conversation flowed on. Each answer she gave had him asking more and more questions, but she refused to answer more than one at a time, even when he threw three or four at her in a rush.
Then he began to run his hand up and down her side then forward a bit more to stroke the side of her breast. Not overtly sexual, but more like he could not keep his hand still and was petting her like he would a favored pet.
At first, she felt the fabric between her body and his fingers. As her lust and arousal began to grow and fill her, she wished they were skin-to-skin. She wanted to feel his work-callused fingers against her skin.
And then she did. She felt the heat of his hands. She reveled in the roughness of his fingertips as they slid over the side of her breast, sending an ever-increasing heat from wherever he touched straight to her clit.
Opening her eyes, she saw they were still in the Highland meadow on their dream picnic. But instead of wearing the clothes they had fallen asleep in, they were now as naked as Adam and Eve had been before eating the apple that had changed the course of human history.
Her cheek rested just at the edge of the pelt of chest fur that extended from nipple to nipple. It angled up his body to the base of his throat and down to a point at his belly button. Her timid side suddenly rising up, she did not look further down his body to check out his cock.
Rubbing her hand up and down the center of his chest and belly, she smiled when he sucked a breath and made a sound of pleasure. “Ye keep that up lass and we’re sure ta have a problem.” His words rumbled under her cheek, and her smile widened as she poked a finger into the indentation at his navel.
“I can take anything you can dish out, big boy,” she teased, though she wondered if she could.
“Hmmm, ye probably can,” he said before rolling them so she lay flat on her back and he leaned over her looking so gorgeous her mouth went dry. “I’m jes’ no’ sure I could.”
Before she could unravel the meaning of his words, he leaned down and kissed her. His lips were firm as they mated with hers. His beard and mustache tickled as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss. She parted her lips to allow him entrance willingly, eagerly. Her tongue reached out tentatively to meet the bold thrust of his.
When he pressed his cock into the side of her hip, she gasped around their dueling tongues. It was long and thick and hard as it pressed into her soft flesh, making the impression that Ewan MacGregor of the clan MacGregor was as well-endowed in manly flesh as he was in self-confidence.
In response, her pussy overflowed, her fluids dampening her inner thighs in preparation. She gave a soft moan as she shifted, trying to get closer to the man who continued kissing her without going any further with the seduction. She needed so much more than long, slow kisses and brushes of skin against hers. She needed him thrusting his cock deep inside her.
He seemed to feel her urgency but refused to act on it. Instead of rolling over her and inserting tab A into slot B, he broke the kiss and pulled back.
Opening her eyes to frown up at him, Paisley realized they were no longer dreaming. The blue sky that had been over them was now the cold white ceiling of the hotel room.
But her body continued to feel wet, ripe, and ready for sex.
“What the hell?” she asked, looking down and finding that, like in their dreams, they were both naked. “What happened to our clothes?”
* * * *
Ewan was just as shocked as she was that their dreams had affected the natural so intensely. He shifted back then bent his left arm and rested his head in it as he contemplated how to answer when what he really to do was rise over her and fuck her until neither one of them could think past their next heartbeat in order to do it all over again.
Taking a deep breath to hold himself back, he said, “The realm of dreams and the realm of reality is no’ so far apart that one willna affect the other, and in our case they seem ta be bleedin’ tagether, just as Fergus predicted.”
Watching her, he could see she did not believe him. Like most Americans he had met over the years, it seemed she had lost the whimsy in her life, and was unable to see the magic of the unexplained that filled the world around them on a daily basis. While some of Fergus’s predictions had been too farfetched for even him to accept, Ewan had secretly kept track of them over the years and knew her success rate was better than ninety percent.
Instead of launching into a dissertation of Fergus’s theories and his own experiences with the way of dreams and wishes and the magic of nature, Ewan decided to continue their actions of the dream here in the natural. “Does it really matter how we got this way? We’re both hurtin’ with the need fer each other. And frankly I’m grateful ta whatever magic it was that took care of the disrobin’.”
He could see she was still skeptical, still wary, but also still very, very interested in seeing where this could take them. Leaning down, he began to kiss her again. The inferno that had raged in their dreams quickly flared to life again. Before he could shift over her body, she rolled up on her right side and lifted her left leg over his hip.
“Fuck me. Oh God, please fuck me now,” she pleaded as she kissed his cheeks, chin, and then back to his mouth.
Having been raised a gentleman when it came to all things female, Ewan did the only thing he could. Reaching around her hip and between her legs, he positioned the head of his cock at her wide-open entrance. He then forced himself to hold still until Paisley looked up at him, her dark eyes flashing fire.
“Please,” she pleaded.
That single word and the burning need in his own loins sent his hips thrusting forward until he was buried as deep as face-to-face on their side position would allow. As one, they sucked in a sharp breath and moaned its release. She wrapped him in hot, wet heat, and the touch of her did more than squeeze his shaft. It changed something in his heart as well.
In that instant, he knew to the smallest cells in his body that this was the woman he had waited his entire thirty-five years of life for.
As he continued to look deep into her eyes, he saw the instant she felt the connection and acknowledged the truth as well. Then her eyelids dropped closed and the connection was broken. In the next heartbeat, his thinking brain shut down and body took over.
Sliding his right hand down her body, over her ass cheek to wrap it around her thigh just an inch below where it connected with her body, he eased it higher and held it tight as his hips began to thrust forward, plowing the furrow of her pussy with purpose. With each thrust, she made little sounds of aroused need that let him know she was right there with him and they were both quickly approaching the peak.
Three strokes later, she cried out and her pussy tightened down around him. His next stroke pushed as deep as he could then roared his own pleasure as he joined her in the clouds of orgasmic pleasure.
When he could move again, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. She snuggled against his chest, purring her pleasure as they slowly returned to settle in their own bodies on
ce again.
Once their heartbeats and breathing had returned to somewhat normal, he still did not release her. She was a perfect fit against him, and he did not look forward to the moment his cock shrunk and fell from her, once again making them two separate entities. For when that happened, her senses would return and she would kick him out of her bed, and her room, while trying to justify the most erotic encounter he had ever partaken of as a bit of jet-lagged insanity.
The weariness he always felt after a good orgasm rushed through him, dragging him under its spell.
Chapter 4
Paisley lay in Ewan’s arms and wondered how she could cancel her tour in order to follow this man wherever he wanted to take her. Never in her entire life had she felt this comfortable with a man. Not even with her ex-husband had she shared some of the secrets of her heart that she had shared with Ewan in their shared dream.
“Ewan?” she whispered, not wanting to wake him up, but needing some kind of assurance from him that this was not a one-sided attraction.
“Aye, lass,” he murmured, sounding more than half-asleep.
“I think you may be right but I really would like to go on my tour before you carry me off to your kingdom.”
Her words were not met with Ewan’s joyous acknowledgement, but instead the soft snore.
* * * *
The ringing of Ewan’s cell phone woke them, blaring a tune that Paisley thought she should know but in her sleep-befuddled state could not put a name on.
Apparently the tune meant something to Ewan. He jerked from her arms, leapt off the bed, and crossed the room in two strides. As he answered the phone, she smiled at the pale skin of his naked backside as he walked to look out the window. Though they were on the fourth floor, she was not sure that was such a good idea since she had not closed the curtains when she had first come into the room. She preferred natural light to artificial, and a wall of windows with a southern view provided just that.
“This is Ewan,” he answered, sounding all lord of the realm once again. “Aye. No’ yet. Aye. Nae. She said wha’? Well, if tha’s what she wants then so be it. Aye. Thanks for callin’.”
He hung up, and when he turned back, all she could do was stare at the whole naked package that made up Ewan MacGregor. He was gorgeous from his tousled hair to his long, narrow toes. Paisley licked her lips then realized that he was looking at her in the same way she was him. Which reminded her that she was currently naked and he could see all of her as well.
Feeling awkward and self-conscious, she rolled from the bed and found that their clothes were indeed in a pile next to the bed. Picking out her clothes, she tossed them on the bed then turned her back to the big silent man as she quickly pulled them on. As she did, she heard the rustle of cloth behind her.
She waited until a tense silence descended once again over the room before turning to face him. “Bad news?”
“Fergus tripped in the forest this morn and broke her leg. The doctor said she’ll be laid up for a while as old bones dunna heal like young ones.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. I’m sure you want to go to her…” She broke off and looked away, not sure what else to say.
How was she to say the past few hours had been amazing, and though she would follow him to the farthest island of the country if he wanted, she understood that family came before a love affair?
“Nae, lass. Me place right now is here, with ye,” Ewan said, shaking his head and looking pensive. “Which she had the doctor remind me of in no uncertain terms. She doesna wish ta see me unless and until I have ye by me side. And then she’s demanding there be a solid commitment between us.”
“What does that mean, a commitment between us?”
Ewan shook his head as he crossed to stand just inches in front her. “I’ll explain later. Right now, though I’d prefer ta tumble right back on that bed until neither of us can move, I suppose we should do some walking around Glasgow, and maybe find a pub for a bite ta eat.”
Paisley’s stomach answered for her with a long, loud rumble of agreement. Paisley dropped her face as her cheeks burned with embarrassment.
“All right, then,” Ewan said with a laugh. “Shall we go?”
Paisley nodded before she looked at the clock. “I have to be back before six so I can meet with my tour group for drinks and dinner.”
Though clearly not happy, Ewan said nothing further about her not joining the tour. Instead, he sat down and pulled on his socks and boots while she finished putting herself together in order to go out and face the largest city in Scotland.
* * * *
He was tempted to take her to the train station and hop the next one leaving town to keep her from joining the tour group that would be traveling all over the country in the next week, but that would get him nowhere. She had to agree to come with him. That had been one of Fergus’s most repeated instructions. He knew, and she knew, and Fergus knew that she was the one, but until Paisley agreed to go home with him, he was stuck here, in a city he despised, trailing after her as she entered one tourist trap shop after another.
Finally, she checked her watch as she had every few minutes all afternoon and said, “It’s nearly five-thirty. I really need to get back.”
“It’s not far. We’ve been walking in a large spiral around the hotel,” Ewan said, taking her hand in his and guiding her with care through the insanely large crowds in George Square, one of the largest public squares in the city.
Within ten minutes, they had returned to the hotel. This time when the elevator doors opened, he did not step in with her. Instead, he forced himself to stay in the lobby. “May I see ye later?” he asked, holding the elevator doors open.
Her smile warmed his heart and gave him hope that maybe, just maybe there would be a future for them. “I’d like that,” she said, “But I don’t know how long dinner will be.”
“Dunna worry. I’ll be in the bar, waitin’ no matter how long it should take.”
With that, he forced himself to release the door and step back as the doors slid closed.
He was still standing there staring at the door when Collin joined him a few minutes later. “Well?”
“The magic is strong in this one,” Ewan said. “She’s determined ta ignore the draw between us and the magic so as to go on this bloody tour. Did ye get the word abou’ Fergus?”
“Aye. Harry called a few minutes ago. We’re ta stay here until she agrees ta come back with us?”
Ewan nodded and turned away from the elevator. “Let’s get a drink so we can see who all she’ll be travelin’ with on this tour.”
“Ye mean ye’ll no’ be stealin’ her away?” Collin trailed after him as he crossed the lobby toward the bar.
“No’ unless Fergus takes a turn fer the worse. I’m hopin’ that spendin’ tonight with her will soften her will. In the meantime, I want ye ta see about workin’ a refund from the company in case we do hafta whisk her away with us.”
* * * *
Having never been out of the United States before, and never taken a tour except when she was in high school and the choir went to see a musical in Raleigh, Paisley had no idea what to expect as she approached the bar where the group was to meet for a pre-dinner drink. She wore the nametag her travel agent had provided in the packet with the other paperwork and slowly entered the nearly empty bar.
She scanned the room and found the MacGregor cousins sitting at a table in the far corner, each with a tall glass of dark liquid in front of them and a plate of something in the center of the table. As her gaze lingered on him, Ewan looked up and smiled at her as he raised his glass in a silent toast. She nodded once in acknowledgement then blushed and rolled her lips over her teeth to keep from grinning back.
Turning away to keep from mooning over the man who was as exciting in the flesh as he had been in her dreams, she nearly collided with a tall, thin woman carrying a thick notebook.
“Oh, excuse me,” she said, taking a step back.
The woman smiled d
own at her after glancing over her shoulder to the corner where Ewan sat. “’Tis no’ a problem. I’m just surprised they’re not swamped with women wantin’ ta inspect their kilts or find out for themselves what they may or may not be wearin’ underneath them.”
“I’ll volunteer to be the tour’s official kilt inspector,” an older woman joined them.
“No you will not,” the man behind her said as he put his arm around her. “You have no need to know what anyone other than me wears under a kilt.”
“But you don’t wear a kilt,” she pointed out.
“Exactly.”
Paisley laughed with the others before introducing herself to those around her. More and more people entered the bar and gathered up, talking in small groups after getting their first drink for the evening free at the bar.
Two hours later, Paisley had relaxed and met most of her fellow tour members. She was one of the few amongst the forty who was on her own. Most of the others were older married couples, making her feel young and more alone than usual.
She followed several of the women out of the restaurant, the husbands having abandoned them to find a pub with a television to watch whatever sports game was playing on a Wednesday night. While the others continued through to the lobby and the bank of elevators, Paisley turned into the bar, hoping Ewan had not gotten tired of waiting.
She found them still sitting at the table in the corner, with several plates between them. She approached slowly, as they seemed deep in a conversation and she did not want to interrupt.
When she was close enough to hear their words, she realized she did not have to worry, they were speaking a language she did not recognize, much less understand. Gaelic she supposed. Ewan reached out and wrapped long fingers around her wrist once she was within reach. He pulled her into his side and kissed her when she turned to look at him.
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