Page 96 of The Scot

Terric nodded slowly, his hand moving over her hip now.

“Aye.”

When it moved to her inner thigh, Roysa struggled to stay standing.

“I’ve something to confess,” she managed.

His fingers moved closer. So close.

“I already know.”

His fingers entered her then, and Roysa could feel the throbs of pleasure coming already. With just that one touch, she exploded, crying out his name.

One moment, she was against the door, standing of her own volition. The next, Terric had hiked her legs on each side of his body, lifting her up from the floor.

He guided himself inside, and kissed her. Hard.

She didn’t care that the wood scratched her back. Or that it must be hurting him to hold her up this way. Roysa cared only about the sweet sensation of his hips and mouth moving in tandem.

No sooner did the climax abate than Roysa felt it building again.

Harder and harder he pumped, and she held on until . . .

“Roysa,” he breathed. And with a final jerk, he cried out her name. Again she came, panting and attempting to say his name in return. Nothing came out but “T—”

Leaning his head back just enough that she could see his face, Terric moved a strand of hair away from her eyes, smiling. “I love you.”