I held up a finger. “First I have something I need to take care of.
He frowned. “What’s that?”
“Just be patient, and you’ll see.” I grabbed my bag and bustled into the bathroom, frantically searching for the sexy lingerie I’d packed just in case.
When I came out, the Scotch must have been delivered because Taylor was sipping from a glass filled with amber liquid and a second one sat in front of him.
“Jesus, what are you wearing?”
My cheeks burned as I toyed with lace trimming the edge of my silk nightie. “I just thought I might have an occasion to wear it.”
“You did, did you? Did you think you might find yourself some hot Scot?”
“It looks like I did, doesn’t it?”
“Aye.” The confident fucker brought his Scotch to his lips and took a long pull. “Then bring your pretty little arse over here and let me inspect you more fully.”
Two steps. That was all it took for me to get to him. He sat down his glass with a little growl and tugged his shirt over his head, baring that beautiful muscular chest.
“I can’t be sweet, not this first time.”
“I don’t want you any way other than who you are. Give me the Scottish bad boy you promised me.”
I kissed him then. Backing away, I slid down to my knees.
“Becca, you don’t have to.”
“I want to.”
I undid his belt buckle and then unzipped his pants.
“I won’t last if you do this.”
“We have all night. Besides, I thought Taylor Savage was known for his stamina on the ice and off.”
“I suppose we’ll put it to the test.”
Pulling down his boxer briefs, I grinned as his cock sprang free, long and thick with a vein running along the underside. I wanted to trace it with my tongue. Sliding my fingers across him gently, I groaned when he hissed and his dick jerked. My tongue darted out, catching the drop of his cum that glistened at the tip. When I looked up at him while toying with his sensitive head and making him groan, he shoved his hands in my hair, holding me still.
“God, Becca, your mouth.”
And then I sucked him slow and steady, over and over. I took him a little deeper each time until he was at the back of my throat and I couldn’t go any farther. But there were still inches to go. So I wrapped my palm around the base of his shaft and stroked in time with the rest of my movements. His thighs trembled as a guttural moan ripped from him.
“Lass, if you don’t stop, I’m gonna shoot right in that pretty mouth of yours.”
I kept going, fingers brushing his balls, which were already high and tight. Then he was pulsing down my throat, his ragged cries filling the air. But I didn’t stop. I sucked and swallowed him down until he finally pulled me off him and dropped to his knees.
“You devious little thing. Lie back and spread your legs. It’s my turn.”
TAYLOR
“Your turn? For what?”
“To play. You tasted me, now I’m going to taste you. I’ve been dying to do this since I took you out for the first time.”
I lifted her onto the bed, then pulled up until it was just her hips on the edge, her legs hanging down, and then I knelt at her feet.
“Go ahead and scream my name when you need to, hen. No one will hear you, and if they do, it’ll just be proof I know how to take care of my wife.”