Page 24 of Entangled With You

I sighed over-dramatically. “Convince me...”

His fingers dipped and played between my legs, I lost myself in it, my breaths coming faster, my⁠—

“Ye are ready for me...”

“I am, god I do, but not yet...”

I arched my other breast toward his mouth. He sucked and nibbled then shook his head and dropped his forehead to my breast. “Please, Kaitlyn...”

I arched toward his mouth more. “You know it takes me twice as long...”

His mouth closed over my nipple, his eyes closed, his breath panting. He pulled away from my breast. “I ken tis true, but I canna — I need...“ His dismay was evident.

I wrapped my legs around his back, tantalizingly close. I shifted down a bit, closer closer — he moaned and it was almost a growl — until I was a second away from him. My arms wrapped around his head, fingers wound through his hair, I whispered, “Say something in Gaelic.”

His voice was wet, hot, breath and vibration, “Chan eil an t-sìde cho...” He paused and adjusted his hips edging closer.

I tightened my legs, holding him still, separate, apart. “More.”

With a breath of air he said, “...math an-diugh 's a bha e an-dé.”

“Oh god, Magnus,” I whispered in his ear. “More.”

He nuzzled his forehead to my shoulder. “Tha droch shìde ann — dreich.”

I gasped, okay, and he slid into me with another groan. He rose up above me and drove into me over and over, delicious and desperate and intense and very very very fast. A few moments later and he was done. Collapsed on me. I felt his gratitude in every inch of his body, especially between my legs where he was finally calmed.

We kissed long and slow. “God, you were frantic for me. That was very hot.”

“Aye.” He kissed me. “I like ye verra much, mo reul-iuil, even when ye are tryin’ tae kill me.” He rolled off me onto his back and pulled the covers over us.

I laughed. “I hardly think you’ll die just because I make you give me a little foreplay first. What were you saying in Gaelic?”

He chuckled. “I was speakin’ of the weather.”

“Oh my god, Magnus, I thought I recognized one of the words, the weather!”

“Twas all I could think on in my desperation for ye. I was talkin’ about the weather in my head.”

I laughed. “That is the freaking funniest thing I’ve ever heard.”

He curled his face into my shoulder laughing. Then abruptly stopped, leaned on an elbow and watched the door.

I stopped to listen.

Zach’s voice.

“Zach’s mother is dropping off Ben, probably.”

“Aye, I will rise tae check with the security.” He went to his drawer and pulled on a pair of pajama pants and pulled a T-shirt over his head.

“That didn’t look painful at all.”

“I feel much better.”

I sighed. It was good news, but also meant we had a lot to do.

I heard the indistinct mumbling of Zach and Magnus in the living room. A few chirps from Ben. Emma’s whispers and the soft footsteps of Emma carrying Ben upstairs. But then Zach and Magnus continued murmuring.