Despite the warm temperature, her nipples have hardened, making the tips visible through her tight shirt.
I lower my lips to her ear. "Are you thinking about me?"
"What?" She jerks her head up, blinking quickly, almost as if she'd been half-asleep. "Of course, you're right here."
"No." I coast my hands down her arms to close my fingers around her wrists and raise her hands to her breasts so that her fingertips tease her nipples. When her tongue slips out to moisten her lips, I press my cheek to hers. Her eyes go half-closed, and I lift her hand to my face. "You're aroused, and I can't help wondering what you're thinking of."
"Keep wondering." She sits forward, separating our bodies, and flutters her lashes at me over her shoulder, though the expression seems sarcastic rather than seductive. "A woman has a right to be mysterious now and then."
I smile and shake my head. "Mystery is your forte."
She bends one knee, bumping the picnic basket that sits beside her, then she stretches her legs out and braces her body with both hands on the blanket behind her. Though her eyes are hooded again, her gaze flicks to me.
The sight of her in that position, with her shapely legs on full display and her torso curved, accentuating her breasts… It has me struggling to control my hunger for her. Did she move into that pose on purpose? To drive me insane with lust? Since the lass has been reluctant to sleep with me, I can't believe she'd do that. She does enjoy teasing me, though. Maybe showing off her body is simply another form of teasing.
Not that I mind in the least.
She rolls her head to the side, and our gazes lock. "Tell me again why you chose a picnic for today's outing. After the whisky interlude, I expected something more…erotic."
I make a derisive noise. "No respectable Highlander beds a woman without proper seduction."
"I didn't realize consuming ant-ridden food while mosquitoes suck us dry counted as seduction."
A chuckle rumbles out of me. "Do you always look for the negative?" I wave at the surroundings. "Sunshine, blue sky, a warm breeze, and sand between our toes." I look straight into her eyes. "And the company of a braw, bonnie lass. I'd say this is a perfect moment."
"You're quite braw yourself."
I move over to sprawl on the blanket beside her, propped up with my left arm, one leg bent and my free hand dangling over my raised knee. When we had discussed what to do today, I suggested a picnic, and Erica agreed. She then suggested I should wear a kilt, but I informed her that's not beach attire.
But I have plans for my kilt—plans that involve Erica's naked body.
What she said a moment ago finally penetrates my brain, and I lift my brows. "You know what 'braw' means?"
"I also know 'skelp' means to slap and 'scunner' means a nuisance, which fits Presley to a tee."
My mouth drops open. Not a manly response, but I can't hide my surprise. "How'd you know all that?"
Erica lets her head tip backward and shuts her eyes. "I did a little Internet search for Scottish slang. By the way, please don't ever again refer to sex with me as having a poke."
"Slip of the tongue."
I trail my fingertips down her arm.
Her breasts are rising and falling more than normal breathing would make them do. "I still have no clue what you said to me in the club the other night. Since I couldn't figure out how to spell it, I couldn't search for it. I was babbling about the time, and you said what sounded like—"
"Your bum's oot the windae."
"Right." She flips onto her side to face me, bending her knee the same way I've done with mine. "What on earth does it mean?"
Her position snares my attention against my will, forcing me to gaze at her groin. My fingers clench around my knee, and I suck in a breath. All right, maybe I'm not forced to stare at that part of her body, but I seem to have no conscious control over my eyes. My thoughts transform into fantasies of Erica naked on a bed while I shove my face between those thighs to feast on her cream.
Erica sinks her fingers into the sand.
Is she imagining the same thing I am? My cock is hardening, and I'm sure she can see that. I tighten my hand on my knee, then slacken it, over and over, while my fantasy replays in my mind.
She straightens her leg, dropping her knee and clamping her thighs together. Then she flaps a hand in front of my face. "Hey, wake up."
I blink once, slowly, and wet my lips. I need a few seconds before I can manage to tear my focus away from her thighs and look into her eyes again.