Page 28 of One Night in Glasgow (The Scottish Billionaires #15)
Her Scottish accent thickened with desire, transforming my name into something primal that shot straight to my groin. The tiny Brooklyn apartment suddenly felt even smaller, the air between us electric and charged with weeks of separation and longing.
I pulled her closer on the cramped Murphy bed, my hands gripping her hips. “You have no idea what you do to me,” I growled, pressing my forehead against hers. The scent of her perfume mingled with the natural smell of her skin.
“Show me,” she challenged, her fingers tangling in my hair.
I needed no further invitation. My mouth claimed hers in a bruising kiss, pouring months of frustration and desire into the connection.
Beth responded immediately, opening for me, her tongue sliding against mine with a hunger that matched my own.
She tasted like something uniquely her—sweet and addictive.
My hands moved to the zipper of her dress, dragging it down with agonizing slowness. The sound of metal teeth separating filled the quiet room, punctuated only by our heavy breathing. As the fabric loosened, I broke our kiss to pull back slightly.
“Let me see you,” I said, my voice rough with need. “All of you.”
Beth sat up, allowing me to slide the dress from her shoulders. The silky material pooled around her waist, revealing a black lace bra that barely contained her perfect breasts. My mouth went dry at the sight.
“Fuck, Beth,” I breathed, taking in the creamy expanse of her skin. “You’re even more beautiful than I remembered.”
A flush spread across her chest, up her neck, and into her cheeks. For all her bravado, my words affected her deeply. I loved that contradiction. The sharp-tongued socialite who melted under sincere praise.
“Your turn,” she insisted, reaching for the buttons of my shirt with nimble fingers.
I let her undress me, watching her face as she exposed more of my chest. Her fingertips traced the muscles of my abdomen, making them contract under her touch. When she reached my belt, her eyes flicked up to mine, seeking permission.
“Don’t stop now,” I encouraged, lifting my hips to help as she unfastened my pants and pushed them down along with my boxers. My erection sprang free, hard and ready.
Beth’s eyes widened appreciatively. “I’ve missed this,” she said, wrapping her fingers around my length. The first touch of her hand nearly undid me.
I hissed through clenched teeth, fighting for control. “Stand up,” I commanded, needing to see all of her.
She complied, sliding off the bed to stand before me. I remained seated, my hands reaching out to help her step out of her dress. The sight of her in nothing but black lace underwear made my cock twitch eagerly.
“Turn around,” I instructed, my voice thick with desire.
Beth slowly pivoted, giving me a view of her perfect ass encased in lace. I couldn’t resist reaching out to cup the firm globes, squeezing gently. She pushed back against my hands, a soft moan escaping her lips.
I unhooked her bra with practiced ease, sliding the straps down her arms. When she turned back to face me, I was treated to the sight of her bare breasts, pink nipples pebbled in the cool air of the apartment.
“God, look at you,” I breathed, pulling her between my spread legs. “I need to taste you.”
I leaned forward, capturing one tight nipple between my lips. Beth gasped, her hands flying to my shoulders for support as I sucked and licked, alternating between gentle and demanding. My hands slid down to her panties, fingers hooking into the waistband.
“These need to go,” I murmured against her breast before switching to the other, giving it the same thorough attention.
Beth stepped back just enough to shimmy out of her underwear, standing before me completely naked. The sight of her, all pale skin, red hair, and desire-flushed cheeks, nearly stopped my heart.
“Now you,” she insisted, tugging at my remaining clothes.
I stood quickly, shedding my shirt and kicking off my pants and boxers until I was as naked as she was. Beth’s eyes raked over me hungrily, lingering on my erection before meeting my gaze again.
“Come here,” I said, sitting back on the bed and pulling her onto my lap.
She straddled me eagerly, her wet heat brushing slightly against my cock. The contact made us both groan. I captured her mouth again, kissing her deeply as my hands explored her body. The soft curve of her waist, the fullness of her breasts, the perfect roundness of her ass.
“I need you inside me,” she whispered against my lips, rolling her hips to create delicious friction between us.
“Not yet,” I replied, flipping our positions so she lay beneath me on the small bed. “I want to taste all of you first.”
I kissed my way down her body, pausing to pay homage to her breasts again before continuing lower.
The muscles of her stomach jumped under my lips as I trailed kisses toward my destination.
When I reached the apex of her thighs, I looked up to find her watching me, bottom lip caught between her teeth.
“Spread your legs wide for me, baby,” I encouraged, settling between her thighs.
Beth complied immediately, opening herself to me. The sight of her pink, glistening folds made my mouth water. I had to taste it. I wasted no time, leaning in to run my tongue through her wetness in one long, slow stroke.
“Sean!” she cried out, her hips bucking against my mouth.
The flavor, the scent. Like a fucking gourmet meal. I gripped her thighs, holding her in place as I devoted myself to her pleasure. I licked and sucked, finding the rhythm she responded to most. When I closed my lips around her clit and sucked gently, her hands flew to my hair, holding me in place.
“Right there,” she gasped. “Don’t stop. ”
I had no intention of stopping. I slid one finger inside her, then two, curving them to find the spot that would drive her wild. When I found it, her whole body tensed.
“Fuck, Sean, yes!” she moaned, grinding against my face.
I worked her relentlessly, my fingers pumping in and out while my tongue circled her clit. Her thighs began to tremble on either side of my head, her breathing growing more erratic.
“I’m going to come,” she warned, her voice high and desperate.
“That’s it, baby,” I encouraged, redoubling my efforts. “Come for me. Let me taste every drop of you.”
Her back arched off the bed as she shattered, crying out my name as waves of pleasure washed over her. I didn’t let up, working her through her orgasm until she pushed weakly at my shoulders, oversensitive.
I kissed my way back up her body, letting her taste herself on my lips when I reached her mouth. She kissed me hungrily, her hands roaming over my back and shoulders.
“My turn,” she whispered, pushing at my chest until I rolled onto my back.
Beth slithered down my body, her hair tickling my skin as she moved. When her hot mouth closed around the head of my cock, I nearly came on the spot.
“Fuck, Beth,” I groaned, fisting the sheets to maintain control.
She hummed in acknowledgment, the vibration sending sparks of pleasure up my spine. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive head before she took me deeper, her hand working what couldn’t fit in her mouth.
The sight of her red hair spread across my thighs, her lips stretched around my cock, was almost too much to bear. I reached down to brush her hair back, wanting to see her face as she pleasured me.
“You look so fucking beautiful with my cock in your mouth,” I told her, my voice strained.
Her eyes met mine, filled with mischief as she hollowed her cheeks and sucked harder. I felt my control slipping and gently tugged her hair.
“Stop, baby,” I warned. “I don’t want to come like this.”
Beth released me with a wet pop, crawling back up my body. “How do you want me?” she asked, her voice husky with desire.
In answer, I flipped us again, positioning myself between her spread thighs. The head of my cock nudged at her entrance, making us both shudder with anticipation.
“Protection?” she gasped, ever practical even in the throes of passion.
I reached for my discarded pants, retrieving a condom from my wallet. Beth took it from me, tearing the packet open and rolling it onto my length with torturous slowness.
Once sheathed, I returned to my position, the head of my cock pressing against her entrance. I paused there, wanting to savor this moment of reconnection.
“Tell me you want this,” I demanded, needing to hear the words.
“I want you,” she affirmed, her hands sliding down to grip my ass. “I need you inside me, Sean. Now.”
With one powerful thrust, I buried myself to the hilt. We both cried out at the sensation—her tight heat surrounding me, stretching to accommodate my size. I stilled, giving her time to adjust and myself a moment to regain control.
“You feel so good,” I groaned, pressing my forehead against hers. “So tight, so perfect. ”
“Move,” she urged, lifting her hips impatiently.
I withdrew slowly before driving back in, establishing a rhythm that had us both gasping. Each thrust pushed her further up the small bed until her head nearly hit the wall. I wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her back down as I continued to pound into her.
“Is this what you wanted?” I asked, my voice rough with exertion. “To be fucked like this? Hard and deep?”
“Yes,” she moaned, her nails digging into my shoulders. “Harder, Sean. I need more.”
I gave her what she asked for, driving into her with increasing force.
The tiny bed creaked in protest beneath us, the headboard thumping against the wall with each thrust. In the back of my mind, I worried about disturbing the neighbors, but I couldn’t bring myself to care—not when Beth was writhing beneath me, taking everything I had to give.
“You’re mine,” I growled, the possessive words escaping before I could stop them. “Say it, Beth. Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” she gasped, her eyes locked on mine. “And you’re mine, Sean McCrae. Don’t you forget it.”
Her words triggered something primal in me. I hooked one of her legs over my shoulder, changing the angle to hit deeper. Beth’s eyes widened as I struck a particularly sensitive spot.
“There!” she cried, her hands grasping at my back. “Right there!”
I maintained the angle, hitting that spot with each thrust. Her inner walls began to flutter around me, signaling her approaching climax.
“Touch yourself,” I commanded, knowing I wouldn’t last much longer. “I want you to come around my cock.”
Beth’s hand slid between our bodies, her fingers finding her clit. The sight of her pleasuring herself while I drove into her was almost my undoing.
“I’m close,” she warned, her movements growing frantic.
“Come for me, baby,” I encouraged, my thrusts becoming erratic as my own orgasm approached. “Let go. I’ve got you.”
Her body tensed beneath me, her back arching as she came with a cry of my name. The rhythmic clenching of her inner walls around my cock pushed me over the edge. I buried myself deep inside her as my release tore through me, groaning her name as pleasure exploded behind my eyelids.
For several moments, we remained locked together, our bodies trembling with aftershocks. Eventually, I carefully withdrew, disposing of the condom before collapsing beside her on the narrow bed.
In the aftermath, we lay tangled in each other’s arms, our pulses gradually returning to normal.
I pulled her close, her head on my chest, my arms wrapped securely around her. It felt... foundational. Right.
She lifted her head, her eyes shining in the dim light. “I missed you,” she murmured, her voice thick with sleep and emotion.
My thumb brushed her cheek as I gazed at her. “I missed you too. But we’re with each other now.”
She smiled, her eyes glowing. “We are.”
Beth traced lazy patterns on my chest. “Are you really going to stay in New York for a while?”
“Yeah,” I said, playing with a lock of her fiery hair. “Danny’s on it. He’s reworking my schedule. I’ll have to fly out for some prior commitments, but I can base myself here for the next couple of months. We’ll make it work.”
“Good,” she murmured, snuggling closer.
As Beth’s breathing evened out in sleep, I stared up at the ceiling, my mind surprisingly calm.
Of course, there were still complications, uncertainties ahead.
But right now, with Beth warm and safe in my arms, none of it seemed to matter.
The connection between us was undeniable, a powerful force that felt less like a choice and more like an inevitability.
I might have come to New York telling myself it was about making things right, about ensuring she was okay.
And it was. But lying here now, I knew it had always been about this. About finding my way back to her.