Free KiltTease by Melissa Blue

the edge of her dress and balled it in his hand, torn between his need to push her away or drag her closer.
    She placed a kiss on his shoulder then his neck. Breathing slow and steady wasn’t working. Her mouth was too warm and soft. Her tongue too talented.
    She brushed her lips against his jaw. Quinton drifted closer, giving up his need for caution because the need for her was winning out. She’d given him no reason to mistrust, yet, and he’d sat on the sidelines long enough.
    “New rule,” he croaked.
    “I knew it.” She nipped his chin, her fingers back to being nimble and inside his underwear.
    His toes curled as she used her thumb to spread the precome over the tip of his dick. What had he planned to say? “Must not have been important. I can’t remember the rule.”
    She laughed. With that, he took her mouth again, forgetting everything else but the soft cushion of her breasts against his chest, and the warm space between her legs he’d yet to thoroughly explore.
    He lifted her with his good arm, and Kate curved into him so perfectly she felt made for him. It didn’t matter they were in a tower that held a chill. Or that a staff member could come up at any time. Her arse could fill his free hand. Her moans deepened as he kneaded her flesh, and when he glided his fingers over her mound, she was soaking wet.
    “Stop teasing me,” she told him.
    Drugged—that’s how she made him feel. His head felt fuzzy after tasting her, touching her. “Hands around my neck, lass.”
    Her eyes lighted when she knew what he wanted. “But Quinton—”
    He kissed her quiet and lifted her. She wrapped her legs around his waist without another protest. He found the first flat surface and laid her down, never moving his mouth from hers. He wanted to devour every sigh, every moan.
    The throb in his cock pulsed louder than the one in his shoulder. She arched her hips up, her pussy brushing his cock through his slacks. Aye. That’s what mattered. He’d played through the pain for many years. He could fuck through it now.
    “Quinton.” Her voice sounded strained. “We can do foreplay later. It’s been so long for me.”
    His stomach clenched at the depth of passion in her voice. When was the last time he’d felt this desired, not because of what he’d given her or could give her, but because it was him? That truth strummed through him as she nipped at the corner of his mouth.
    But he’d been letting Kate get her way since they’d met. So with a twinge of regret, he moved to rest on his haunches. The dress had bunched around her hips. Like any gentleman would do, he pushed it up to her waist, revealing beautiful thighs, a smooth stomach, and a pussy that made his mouth water.
    He wet the tip of his finger and touched her clit to coax the nub out. She shuddered, but held his gaze, a question in her eyes. With his other hand, he freed his swollen cock from his underwear. The question disappeared as she watched him, lust darkening her irises. His mouth crook into a smile. That had her full attention. He stroked himself from the base to the tip and circled his finger around her clit at the same time.
    “What are you doing?” she sounded aroused and irritated.
    His hand clenched around the head of his dick. It pulsed in his fist. “Teaching you patience. Don’t rush me.”
    She fisted her hands at her sides. “Quinton…” Her deep moan broke off the rest of what she’d planned to say.
    More of that . He stopped stroking them both long enough to spread her legs more and then bent down between them. He inhaled, taking in her musky scent up close this time before framing her pussy with his hands. The nub he’d teased greeted him, erect and wet from her arousal. He flicked his tongue over it to test the taste of her. She squirmed, whimpering.
    Aye. This would be his brunch.
    He lowered his mouth to her entrance and licked back up, slow. When he did it a second time, her hips arched, following his mouth. To reward the