Free My Highlander Cover Model by Karyn Gerrard

Droplets of water still sparkled on his nude, flawless skin.
    “I dinna mean to disturb your cooking.” He smiled sexily.
    “They’re ready. Take a seat.”
    Cailin left the kitchen briefly, and returned wearing a pair of gray sweats. Sitting at the table, he gave her a devastating smile as she scooped the eggs onto his plate. After pouring their coffee, Skye sat opposite and began to eat her own breakfast.
    “Skye, I would like to learn to drive the auto car.”
    What ? That request came out of left field.
    “Why?”
    Cailin shrugged. “I’ve watched you. It doona look that difficult. One pedal goes forward, one stops, and the wheel turns the tires. Simple.”
    Skye took a sip of her coffee. “There’s more to it than that. Rules of the road, watching for other drivers, the traffic lights….”
    “Oh, aye. Red for stop, green for go, yellow for go real quick before it turns again.”
    She laughed. “That’s about it. Tell you what, after we eat, we’ll go to a field I know of and you can drive around there.”
    “As I said before, I am a fast learner, Skye. I’ll be driving to the supermarket in a few days.”
    She didn’t doubt his firm declaration at all.
     
    ***
     
    An hour later, Skye climbed out of the shower, her long, wet hair hanging in her eyes. As she blindly reached for a towel, masculine hands turned her to face the full-length mirror against the wall. The only sound in the black-and-white tiled bathroom was the exhaust fan overhead, busily clearing the humid air from the room.
    “Let me dry you, lass,” Cailin whispered in her ear.
    His gentle touch started at her shoulders. He moved the hair out of his way and with slow, purposeful strokes, dried her damp skin. As the towel moved down her arms, his teeth nibbled on her shoulders.
    “Your skin, ’tis soft as the finest silk and as tasty as the most sinful pastry.” His deep voice seduced her where she stood. He’d just taken her in the kitchen not an hour ago, and still it wasn’t enough for either of them.
    Skye leaned her head back until it rested on his shoulder. His hands continued their task, only the towel had disappeared. He lifted her breasts and caressed them. He flicked her hardened nipples. With one hand still teasing her breast, the other trailed over her stomach.
    “Your lovely curves, Skye, are as lush as I knew they would be.”
    Well, she wasn’t skinny, that was for sure. The men she’d been with also seemed to like her curves, but all their hollow compliments put together meant nothing. Cailin’s soft, seductive words meant everything.
    His fingers teased her curls, and she instinctively spread her legs enough for him to touch her. His teeth nibbled and bit her earlobe, he squeezed her nipple, and his hot words blazed through her.
    “Come for me, lass. I want you so wet you drench me.”
    He plunged two fingers deep into her pussy. She was wet, and not from the shower. He plunged in and out of her, his thumb working her clit while his mouth continued to fondle her earlobe and place kisses down her neck and back again. She thrust her breast into his hand, and he squeezed and pulled, causing her to moan and beg for more. He moved faster, every touch and breath ramping up her coming release. It was going to be massive. Colors swirled in her vision. Her eyes closed in anticipation.
    “Luscious, sweet cunny. I canna wait to plunge my tongue into your wetness, lick and taste you….”
    She screamed, so loud and so shrill it was a shock the mirror didn’t shatter. All while he did this, his hard cock rubbed against her back in total possession. She leaned against him, weak and spent. He pulled out his fingers.
    “Watch me, lass, in the mirror.”
    Her eyes cracked open. He was standing straight behind her, one hand still possessively caressing her breast. He lifted the fingers to his mouth and slowly licked her dew off each one with languid strokes. God, that was hot.
    “Like a decadent pot of honey. Now that I have