Chapter 29

Arran leaned in, a possessive grin on his face as his lips hovered teasingly over hers. His mouth moved to her ear. "Aye, I'll show ye, lass."

His mouth found hers, and he consumed her. Scarlett moaned into his mouth as he shrugged out of his jacket and then wrapped his hands back around her waist. He hissed as her hands tangled in his hair. Thoughts of their encounter in the forest and the garden all came rushing to his mind.

I want to take her, but I cannae. I'll just leave her wanting more.

A hand slid into her blouse and stroked her breasts. He growled as his rough fingers slid over a hard nipple.

The corset needs to go…

He turned her around and untied her corset, before tossing it across the room. Turning her back around to face him, he then lifted her easily and sat her back on his desk. His lips crashed back onto her, and his hands trailed down her torso and settled on her hips. Scarlett rocked forward, pressing her breasts against his chest with a moan.

Arran deftly untied her skirts and pushed them down over her hips and let them fall to the floor. She was in just her white shift and shoes now. He pressed himself against her, and she wrapped her legs around him. His hands worked their way up to her breasts, and he nipped them above her shift. Scarlett threw her head back, and he reached up to support her neck. He was careful not to mess up her hair for when she left later.

He kissed his way up her neck and tugged on her earlobe before he let her bring his lips back to hers. They were plump and needy, and her devilish tongue slid over them before he leaned in to devour her again.

Ye little minx…

"Ye dinnae ken what ye do to me, Scarlett," he groaned into her mouth, and then knelt down and took each of her shoes off.

Her eyes went wide when he grabbed the hem of the thin material that separated him from her body and gathered it as he slowly kissed his way back up to her mouth.

"Arran," she breathed, her hand finding his shoulder as he planted a kiss on her belly above her shift.

"Didnae fash yerself. Ye will still be chaste even after I'm done with ye, lass." Arran smirked, and she felt the heat pool between her legs. "Do ye want me to show ye what ye do to me?"

Scarlett nodded her head slowly.

"Tell me," he demanded.

"Show me what I do to ye, Arran."

Arran rolled his neck and grabbed her hand, placing it on the rock-hard bulge in his pants. He ground his hips against her hand, and her eyelids grew heavy with desire.

There she goes, biting that lip again.

Arran gently tilted her chin up. "Do ye still think I dinnae care about ye?"

She moaned and softened her gaze. "Aye."

"Do ye trust me?"

"I trust ye," she whispered.

He let her lips find his again as he stepped between her legs and gripped her shins. Her shift pooled around her hips, and he reached his hand down to feel the heat between her legs.

"Absolutely gorgeous," he whispered, and he gently pushed her down until her shoulders rested on the desk.

Scarlett was positively exposed from the waist down, and a blush covered her entire body.

"Dinnae hide that from me, lass, let me see it," he said as he spread her knees wide and knelt back down, planting kisses down her thighs until he reached her slick sex.

He felt her hands grip his arms as he teasingly lapped at her arousal, knowing that she had never experienced this before. It all made him hungry for more. He parted her thighs further with his strong hands, and his tongue licked up and down her slick folds.

She inhaled sharply and moaned. Her swollen arousal throbbed in his mouth, and he ravenously explored her most sensitive area. Her breath hitched in her throat when he sucked on that exquisite bundle of nerves, and she moaned his name again.

Christ, me name on her lips…

He let his fingers slide into her gently, and he felt her clench around him.

So tight…

"Christ!" he hissed as she pulled his hair roughly.

She's close.

Scarlett's breathing quickened, and she muffled her loud moans with her hand, which drove him crazy.

I need to hear her. I need her…

His lips encircled her clit and sucked softly, wrenching her orgasm out of her.

The sound of her need and her release were intoxicating to him. She shattered around his finger and into his mouth perfectly. Her chest rose and fell with soft moans, and he watched until she propped herself up with her elbows.

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"I need to stop, lass. Now, or else I willnae be able to," he said as he grabbed her skirts from the floor. He crawled back up her torso, planting kisses on her stomach and breasts above her dress.

"Alright…" Scarlett's breath hitched as he buried his face in the crook of her neck and breathed heavily.

Arran wrapped his hands around her waist, picked her up off the desk, and then gently lowered her to her feet. For a moment, she thought of nothing and no one else but him and what just happened.

"Arran?"

"Aye?"

"Ye do care about me, then?" Scarlett smirked and lowered her head.

Arran lifted a hand and rubbed his thumb over the blush that bloomed in her cheeks. "Obviously, lass."

He laughed and guided her hands above her head so he could dress her.

He stepped away from her in search of the corset he had thrown across the study, and his brief absence made tears prick her eyes.

Why am I sad?

Scarlett smiled anyway as a mischievous grin spread across his face. He triumphantly raised the corset above his head like he had won it. He had won it.

As he walked back to her, Arran motioned for her to turn around, which she did. He leaned down and kissed the nape of her neck as she braced herself on the edge of the desk. He masterfully tied up her corset, and she stiffened.

Who else has he done this for?

"Alright, lass, I think I've got it. Now, shoes," he said softly and bent down to help her step back into her shoes. His expertise with women's clothing was concerning, but she also knew that he had been with others before her.

Of course, he's done this before… Why am I feeling jealous?

"Ye're quiet," he noted as he spun her around to face him.

"I-I guess I am…" Scarlett trailed off and furiously wrung the fabric of her skirts.

What happens now?

His eyes searched hers. "Scarlett, are ye?—"

"I'm fine!" she squeaked and watched his eyebrows rise at the tone of her voice.

"Lass…"

"I'm fine, Arran." She waved a nonchalant hand between them.

"Did ye enjoy that?" he asked, worrying his bottom lip with his teeth.

Scarlett gaped him before answering, "I very much enjoyed that."

"There's more where that came from," he said confidently.

"Och, aye…"

"Scarlett, I wish ye'd tell me what ye are thinking. Ye cannae have nothing to say after that. Was that nae yer first time?"

"Aye, I havenae ever done anything like that."

"Was that all right? Do ye regret it?"

"Nay." She shook her head emphatically, and her blonde hair whipped her face.

Arran took a step back, hesitant to push her any further. He looked confused by her response.

What did I say?

He rubbed his mouth and sighed before walking over to pour two glasses of whiskey. "Nay ye dinnae think that was all right or ye dinnae regret it?"

"I dinnae regret it."

He nodded slowly and thoughtfully. "And… would ye like to do it again?"

"I'm nae sure, Arran, but?—"

A banging on the study door jarred them both.

They stood silently.

Another bang on the door, startled Scarlett, but neither of them moved. The heat between them building once more in the thick silence.

The handle of the study wiggled and then stopped, and Scarlett couldn't help but feel relieved.

Perhaps they gave?—

"Me Laird!"