Kilty Pleasures
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He turned his head so he could press a kiss to her smooth palm. “That will depend on you.”
“Me?”
“I want you to feel comfortable with our final plans. If you agree to come with me to Tulsa for the winter, I need to know you’re happy with the decisions we make regarding MacAlister Estates, and that you’re fine leaving your family behind and living with me. If that takes one week, two or even a month, I’m willing to stay.”
Aileen pressed her mouth to his. The kiss was soft rather than demanding, accepting rather than inciting. When she raised her head, she told him, “Given I’ve been having those same ‘what-if’ feelings about you, I’m more than willing to give your plan a try. As a matter of fact, that’s why I came here this morning, hoping to persuade you to stay a little longer.”
Her admission drew his laughter and he pulled her more tightly into his arms and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “Good. If there’s one thing I’m hoping for, it’s that we’re on the same page about a lot of things…beginning with just how badly I want to scoop you up and carry you off to that big bed upstairs.”
She took his hand in hers and started for the staircase. “Don’t waste precious energy carrying me, city boy. I’m quite capable of getting there on my own.”
Chapter Twelve
Aileen opened the door to the new MacAlister Estate’s corporate office and let herself inside. The small, but functional, space at the back of her brother’s shop was perfect.
She turned full circle, admiring the row of hand-crafted file cabinets against the back wall. The computer desk and plush office chair relocated from the old farmhouse sat in the middle of the room.
“Good morning,” AJ greeted from the doorway. “What time did you want to get together with the others?”
“Ronan should be here by ten. We can start the meeting as soon as he arrives.”
AJ’s hearty chuckle drew her attention to his broad smile. “Wore him out last night, did ya?” Before she could respond, he added, “I get it. He’s been away for a few days, seeing to his business back in Tulsa. No doubt, you had to make up for lost time.”
She shot her older brother a glare and a quick, middle-finger salute. “What happens between Ronan and me is none of your damned business. Not that you’ve got any room to talk. The entire town knows about you and Sally Peterson.”
“She’s a friend, and a good one at that. However, I’m not sleeping over.” AJ took a couple of steps forward until he’d crossed the threshold and stood at the edge of the desk. “I’d wager one of my best rocking chairs, our sainted father isn’t crazy about you staying up at the farmhouse so often.”
“Again, none of your business, brother of mine. And just to be clear, it was only twice in the past two weeks. Besides, I’m an adult, it’s not like they can ground me.”
“I’d be more concerned about what our da might do to Ronan.”
She gave him a second, stronger glare. “Ronan can hold his own. As a matter of fact, he’s coming over for dinner this evening.”
AJ lifted his hands in mock surrender then backed out of the room, his robust laughter echoing in his wake.
Aileen shook her head at her brother’s retreat. Yet, truth be told, he hadn’t been entirely wrong. She and Ronan had shared a rather lusty homecoming, and he’d been out like a light when she’d left for work. The memory of standing in the doorway and watching him sleep pulled a slow smile to her lips.
“Penny for your thoughts.”
She glanced up, the object of her memories framed in the doorway. Rather than a business suit, he wore jeans and a sweatshirt, the tight fit of the denim making her wish they were back at the farmhouse and in bed.
“Good morning, sleepyhead. As for my thoughts, they were of you, so you can imagine just where they were going.”
Ronan shut the office door behind him and closed the distance to the desk in two long strides. “Probably the same place my thoughts go every time I see you.”
She wagged a finger at him. “Well, perhaps for the next few hours, we should both rein in our lust and concentrate on business.”
“Naw,” he countered. “I’d much rather think about you…us…and how fucking hot that ‘welcome back’ sex was last night.”
“It was pretty spectacular, wasn’t it?” She nodded toward the closed door. “However, AJ is in the process of assembling the vendors as we speak. So, hot or not, we need to put on our business faces and go out and meet with the masses.”
He turned and grasped the doorknob, giving it a tug until the door sprung open. “Let’s get this show on the road. The sooner we have this meeting, the sooner we can get back to the farmhouse to finish cataloging the antiques.”
“Catalogue the antiques?” she repeated. “We finished doing that last week.”
He shook his head. “I’m sure we’ve missed something somewhere…likely in the bedroom.”
****
Missed something indeed. Ronan raised his head and pressed a kiss to the silky smooth perfection of Aileen’s belly. “How’d that feel, babe?”
If her gasps for air were anything to go by, he’d done a great job of getting her off. He licked his lips and tasted the tangy sensual cream of her multiple orgasms.
“Great,” she said between drafts of air. “Fucking great.”
He kissed his way up her body, stopping at her midriff, paying special attention to each breast. When he reached the side of her throat, he nipped playfully at the sensitive spot just beneath her earlobe.
“What would you like next?” he whispered against her ear.
She stretched beneath him, her body bending, twisting, unfurling slowly, sensuously, with the grace of a cat, until she’d rolled over onto her stomach. With a slight raise of her hips, she rubbed her luscious bottom against his rock-hard cock.
Her command, muffled slightly by the pillow beneath her cheek was all the encouragement he needed. “Fuck me. Hard, fast, and completely.”
Half an hour of vigorous sex later, Ronan collapsed back on the bed and pulled Aileen into his arms. “Damn, woman. I think you’ve broken me.”
She shook her head, the feel of her long, silken curls dusting his bare chest, teasing life back into his body. “Not broken, city boy, just bent a little.”
He released a long sigh and tightened his embrace. “You know, as great as we are together, it isn’t all about the sex.”
Aileen brushed her fingertips across his forearm. “I know. I wouldn’t want it to be. It’s important to me that we connect on every level, not just in the bedroom.”
“Although,” he teased, chuckling as he spoke, “it is easier to come to an agreement in bed.”
“Don’t start on that again,” she warned. “I’m right about the relocation of those vendors and you know it.”
“Yes,” he conceded. “You were right. I was wrong.” He paused, wanting to choose the perfect words. “I respect your expertise. You realize that don’t you?”
“Yes, and I appreciate your trust. And just so you know I feel the same, I’m more than willing to go along with your expansion plans.”
“What about Tulsa?”
She nodded slowly, her cheek warm against his skin. “I think I’d like to give it a try.”
“We can tell your parents tonight at dinner.”
“Don’t be surprised if they put up a fuss.”
Another laugh escaped him but he buried it quickly. “I’d expect nothing else. However, together, we can handle anything. Even your family.”
****
Aileen shifted in the first class seat and laid her hand against Ronan’s. She was looking forward to spending the winter in Tulsa, and the possibility of getting her consulting business off the ground.
As Ronan had pointed out, there would be a lot more call for her services in a large, metropolitan city, than in a relatively remote area on the East Coast. Plus, there was the added bonus of his network of business contacts to sweeten the prospects.
; “Are you sure about this?” he asked, stroking the back of her fingers with his thumb.
“It’s scary, I admit, but I’m game for almost anything as long as we’re together.”
“I think we made the right decision leaving your brother, AJ, in charge of the winter operations.”
“Me, too.” She squeezed his hand. “And you’ve got all winter to decide who you’ll leave in charge of your Tulsa office when we go back to Glencoe for the summer.”
“I wish your parents had been a bit more agreeable about you leaving.” He rolled his eyes and shot her a grin. “I was getting the stink eye last night at dinner.”
“My da’s still a bit old-fashioned when it comes to his only daughter. Plus, you did turn down a serving of haggis. To a true Scotsman, that’s akin to disavowing your heritage.”
“I can’t do anything about my aversion to sheep intestines. However, if you’re game, perhaps we can do something about making an honest woman out of you.”
She pulled in a breath and met his gaze. “You don’t have to commit to something so permanent just to appease my da. I’m fine with what we have if you are.”
“I’m more than fine with what we have. As a matter of fact, even now, I’m thinking of coaxing you into the ‘mile-high club’.” He nodded toward the first class bathroom. “However, as much as I love your sexy body beneath mine, I also love you, Aileen.”
His freely given admission lifted her heart, fed her soul. “You do?”
“Yes, I do.” He repeated the slow, sensual stroke of his thumb against the back of her hand. “These past few weeks have been wonderful. You’ve taught me to relax and trust my instincts. It’s made me a better business partner, a better boss.” He sucked in a deep breath. “I don’t want my admission of love to put you on the spot. I mean, I’m willing to keep the status quo, if that’s what you want.”
She released the breath she hadn’t realized she’d held. “You’re not the only one who’s learned a few new tricks. You’ve taught me to think outside the box, be open to change both in business and…well…I am on my way to Tulsa aren’t I?”
“That you are.” He lifted her hand to his lips and pressed a quick kiss to her fingertips. “So, it doesn’t bother you that I said ‘I love you’?”
“Not in the least. I’m in love with you, too.” She squeezed his hand in hers, adding, “And your magnificent body.”
About the Author
Like most authors, Nancy Fraser began writing at an early age, usually on the walls and with crayons or, heaven forbid, permanent markers. Her love of writing often made her the English teacher’s pet which, of course, resulted in a whole lot of teasing. Still, it was worth it.
When not writing, Nancy dotes on her five wonderful grandchildren. She lives in Atlantic Canada where she enjoys the relaxed pace and colorful people.
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