Free HighlandHeat by Tilly Greene Page A

her body and knew she had.
    “You smell of our home, lass. Soft heather blowing across
green hills.”
    Grace sighed quietly. Oh, yes, she was definitely in the
deep end here. They were so similar. Thinking of him brought her desire to
submit herself to him rushing to the front. Even if he wasn’t in to the scene,
she had to have him. The flowers had made her weak with joy and his special
scent made her want to rub her body all over him. Her naked body.
    Suddenly she was scared at how quickly he’d been able to get
beneath her skin. Maybe she should put some distance between them. Lifting her
hands to brace them against his chest, she was prepared to push him away,
except they landed on seriously hard pecs. She couldn’t do anything other than
let them rest on him, absorb the feel of him.
    “No!” She gasped breathlessly. To put distance between them
wasn’t what she wanted to do and knew her doubts in doing so were obvious. Her
eyes rose and clashed with golden brown orbs.
    Her fingers clenched against his chest while she thought
about not taking them away, and instead move them down to unbutton his suit
jacket, rip open the fine shirt beneath and smooth her fingers over the muscled
flesh. An image of pressing kisses across his bare chest paused in her
conscience and waited for further contemplation. Did he have hair across his
chest or was it bare?
    “Oh, yes, Grace.”
    “No, this isn’t rig—”
    “Wherever and whenever we are together is perfect for us.”
Hamish held her head still and closed the distance between their mouths,
stopping just before their lips touched. She could feel his breath caress her
lips with each word he spoke. “Nothing will ever be off-limits between you and
me.”
    “We aren’t compatible,” she said without thinking.
    “I think we are.” There was no hesitation about him or his
belief in his claim. The complete assurance he possessed that they’d be
together turned her on even further.
    “Hamish.”
    “Shhh, trust me, everything will be fine.” His tongue
reached out and traced the slightly parted seam between her lips.
    She wanted to believe him, but couldn’t.
    “How do you know? I might like, well, something different.”
    Different, that was putting it mildly. Hamish Buchanan was
well known throughout Scotland and the world. His reputation was impeccable,
never a bad word mentioned about him personally or professionally. The tabloids
painted him as a gentleman, a gentle attentive lover, who had a problem with commitment.
She never heard or read so much as a hint that he was into playing sex games
like the ones she enjoyed. That kind of information would be worth a pretty
penny to a woman who felt jilted and had been left behind.
    The man was powerful and controlling, the side of him that
attracted her most, and she seriously doubted he’d ever pushed it to the limits
while in the bedroom.
    When he paused in his sweet seduction and looked at her with
confusion on his face, Grace could have kicked herself. Did it really matter if
they had a delicious bout of vanilla sex? He had her quivering with need since
last night. Honestly, at this point in time, she wanted him any way she could
get him.
    She blinked, ready to tell him it didn’t matter, when a
naughty grin graced his face. He appeared even more confident than he had
before. It was as if he knew he had the means to ease her needs.
    “Listen to what I have to say, then be truthful and tell me
if my needs don’t meet with yours.”
    Was this man ever not entirely sure about something? All she
could manage in return was a small nod and waited to hear what he had to say.
Thankfully, he didn’t need any more input from her to continue his sweet
seduction of her mind and body.
    “I want you in my bedroom, stripped of everything except for
a pair of these high heels you’re wearing and sheer black stockings. After
that, I’ll strap you onto a spreader bar, something to keep your stance wide
and ready. This way I