CHAPTER 18
Olivia glared at him. "I'm not going to bed with you. I'm mad at you."
"Ye'll get over it."
She tugged at her wrists, but he tightened his grip. When he attempted to kiss her, she turned her head so his mouth landed on her jaw.
That didn't deter him. He nibbled a path along her neck, teasing her with his tongue. Her skin tingled. It took all her concentration not to moan out loud.
"Ye were begging me earlier," he whispered in her ear. "Ye were saying, 'Please make love to me.'" He traced the contour of her ear with his tongue.
Her knees nearly buckled. "That was before I realized what a big..." She searched her mind for a good insult, but it was hard to think with him nuzzling her neck.
"Aye. Big." He rubbed his erection against her.
She fought an urge to press back, to wrap her legs around him and pull him into her core. She ached with emptiness, as if she would scream if he didn't fill her up.
But dammit, she was still mad at him. There was no way she was going to beg. "Maybe you didn't want to take my virginity 'cause you're not up to the task."
He lifted his head from her neck. "Are ye trying to insult me now?"
She smirked. "You'll get over it."
"Unzip my pants and see if I'm up to it." He released her wrists.
Now that she was free, she tried to move away from him, but he grasped her shoulders and kept her pinned to the door.
"Go ahead, lass. I dare you."
Her cheeks burned with heat. "Fine. Let's see what you're made of." Pure titanium alloy, most probably. Damn him.
She fumbled with the button at the waistband of his jeans. "I should remind you that I'm thoroughly trained in martial arts." She jerked the zipper down. "My hands are lethal weapons."
He chuckled. "And I should remind you that whatever ye do to me, I'm doing to you."
"Damn. There goes my plan for the kitchen knife."
He growled deep in his throat, and it sent a quivering sensation through her belly. When she lifted her hand to find the waistband of his underwear, she accidentally brushed against a huge protuberance.
He closed his eyes and moaned.
She hooked a finger in the waistband of his black cotton briefs, close to his hip. "I can't seem to find it. It must be awfully small."
He snorted and slid her hand to the center. Her finger bumped into a rock solid column of...pure titanium alloy.
Her breath caught. He was so swollen, he was spilling out. He yanked his underwear down, and his penis slammed against her hand.
She gulped. It was definitely up. And big. Too big. Good Lord, it was a battering ram. She winced. "This is going to hurt."
His mouth twitched. "Ye'll get over it."
"Oh, really?" She wrapped her hand around him and squeezed.
"Easy with that." He tried to pull her hand away, but she held tight. The jerking motion made him gasp. "Lord Almighty, woman, do ye want me to embarrass myself?"
"You'll get over it."
He arched a brow at her, and she gasped, releasing her hold on him.
"Your eyes are red!"
He muttered a curse. "'Tis a medical condition." He swooped her up into his arms and strode toward the bedroom.
She studied him, frowning. "I've never heard of a medical condition like that."
"Doona fash."
"Fash?"
"Upset yerself." He grimaced as he entered her bedroom. "Bugger."
"What? Are your eyes hurting?"
"Nay. My pants are falling off."
She laughed.
He stopped by the side of the bed and smiled at her. "Does this mean ye're no longer angry at me?"
She gave him a sly look. "My final judgment will be based purely on job performance."
He snorted. "Ye're a virgin. How would ye know a good job from a bad one?"
"If you're done in five minutes, then roll over and start snoring, I'll be very angry."
His eyes twinkled. "Ye'll get over it."
She punched him in the shoulder.
He chuckled and dropped her on the bed. She propped herself up on her elbows, opening her mouth to complain when she noticed his pants had indeed fallen to his ankles and his erection was still...erect.
Her jaw dropped farther when Robby pulled his black T-shirt over his head, displaying a lean six-pack and broad, muscular chest. The curly brown hair narrowed into a thin line that ended in a thick thatch around the...battering ram.
"If ye open yer mouth a wee bit wider, I could fit it inside." Her jaw snapped shut, and he winced. "Ouch."
She looked down, embarrassed by her reaction. He was kicking off his shoes. Good idea. She slipped her shoes off and dropped them on the floor.
Her gaze landed on his calf and she gasped. He had a knife strapped to his leg. He'd slung his jeans and underwear to the side, so he was standing by the bed, completely naked except for the knife.
"You're certainly well-equipped."
"Thank you. I've wanted you a long time."
Her gaze flitted to his erection. "I wasn't referring to...although it is rather imp - " She halted when he slipped the knife from its sheath. "What are you - " She gasped when he pointed the knife at her throat.
"Doona fash." He nicked the neck of her T-shirt, then dropped the knife to the floor. He grasped the cut edges of her T-shirt in his fists and ripped the shirt in two.
Her jaw dropped open. "What are you - "
He pushed her back onto the bed. "I told you I wanted to throw you on the bed and rip yer clothes off. I believe ye called it chemistry."
She glanced down at her ripped T-shirt. "I liked this shirt."
"Ye'll get over it." With a gleam in his red eyes, he yanked her jeans and panties down her legs and threw them on the floor.
He stretched out on the bed beside her, and she moved to the center to make more room for him. Her heart pounded in her ears. This was it. Maybe she should get under the comforter. She felt so exposed lying here with only a ripped T-shirt. Maybe she should go to the bathroom to freshen up. Maybe she should shave her legs really fast. Maybe she should turn off the light in the living room. It was filtering into the bedroom, making it possible to see.
Maybe she was overanalyzing again. She glanced at him. He was propped up on one arm, looking at her. "Is something wrong?"
He smiled. "It seems right to me."
Her heart expanded in her chest. It was right. The man she loved was going to make love to her. "I'm so lucky I found you."
"I'm the lucky one. I had lost my way till ye found me."
She touched his face. He had shaved, and his cheeks were smooth. "I love you, Robby MacKay."
He kissed her brow. "I will love you forever."
Tears gathered in her eyes. She believed him. Even without her lie detecting skills, she believed him.
When his mouth met hers, she opened for him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and sank into a slow, languid world of sweet sensation. She loved the gentle movement of his lips, the soft stroking of his tongue, and the way his fingers caressed her face and neck. She smoothed her hands down his back, enjoying the feel of his skin and the ripple of muscles.
The kiss continued in a leisurely fashion until she felt wonderfully relaxed. Her fears melted away. She knew he would take it slow and easy. He was such a gentleman.
He kissed a path to her neck. She shivered when he tickled her with his tongue. Suddenly, she became intensely aware of her private parts. The more he tickled her neck, the more she tingled.
She gasped when his tongue dragged up her neck. Good God, she'd felt a delicious throb in her vagina. "Robby?"
He licked her again, and she jolted. Her fingers dug into his back. Her thighs squeezed together.
Suddenly she didn't want a gentleman anymore. "Robby?"
He made a low growling sound in his throat that sent a shiver down her arms, prickling her skin with goose bumps. Without warning, he cupped her between the legs. She gasped. He pressed against her as he licked her neck again.
She cried out.
He applied pressure again. "Ye're already wet."
She whimpered. She didn't know how he'd made her so desperate so fast.
He moved down to her feet. "Open yer legs."
She let her knees sag open a bit, then gasped when he spread her feet wide. "What are you...?" She bit her lip. She'd never been so exposed before. He was actually sitting between her legs, studying her.