Her Insatiable Scot (5 page)

Five days… She could be that woman.

The thought of being wild, sexy and as snarky as she wanted to be put a smile on her face. She directed it toward Tristan. He made a soft sound that brushed over her skin like a heated caress. Goose bumps rose over her flesh.

He’d made a sound so full of need, and that surprised her. Tristan still wanted her. So why did he have the kind of expression that said, well…that he’d rather have his nads waxed?

His stare strayed to her left thigh. When she’d plopped down, she hadn’t straightened the dress. It bunched around the tops of her legs, and he was getting a good look at what he had his hands on earlier.

There was such an intensity in his perusal she pressed the toe of her heel to the car’s floor and tapped her foot softly. He smiled, and the expression punched her in the gut. It wasn’t the goodbye smile that held a crap ton of smolder that rushed blood into her ears. Nonetheless, her heart skipped. He threw his arm behind the headrest. The sedan shrank another size. So her heart was skittering along and now her breathing had sped up. She was going to pass out.

“Do you need something, Keri?” he asked.

Okay. Okay. She could do this. Where to start? They needed rules of engagement. Talking him into seducing her again should be easy enough. “Yes.”

He cocked his leg closer, but there was never a chance for them to touch, not with half the car in their way. “And that is?”

I want to have more sex with you.

I want to be the kind of woman who has a lover.

Fuck me.

She blinked at the last thought. Was that what she wanted? Something raw and sweaty? Well, yeah, but did people ask for that? Or did it just happen? Probably just happened. Seconds ticked by and she couldn’t bring herself to say it, and this was her other problem. Her brain got in the way of things most folks did impulsively.

His brows were up, but a smile curved his mouth. He had an inkling of what she wanted to ask and he’d let her drown in the discomfort until she spit it out. She felt partly warmed and irritated. A strange reaction to have and she didn’t know how to classify it. And the more she thought about asking him to seduce her, the more she felt the notion was ridiculous.

“I need a ride to the apartment,” finally spilled out of her mouth. “You have the only key. I need more clothes.”

He made a noncommittal noise. “Clothes?”

Since she’d thrown that out, she had to go with it. Dammit. “We’re here for the next few days. The best way for me to be Jocelyn is to dress like her.” Keri wouldn’t admit all she had at her house were Crocs and loose pants. Saying she was a tomboy was one thing; showing him just how much was another. “I don’t have a key, but I’m guessing you do.”

He frowned. “I do.”

Hopefully, he’d let it go. She held her breath, but then he grinned at her. “Keri, I’ll take you to the flat to pick up some clothes. We’ll head back to the hotel, and then you’ll tell me what you really meant to ask.”

His tone didn’t make it sound like a request, but like he’d make her. Her head swam at the ways he would. Tristan started the car, backed out and, without another word, placed his hand on her thigh. She’d been bouncing her leg nervously and his touch stilled the motion. She couldn’t think when he did that. All she could concentrate on was the roughness of his palm against her skin and the promise of more when he brushed his fingers higher.

“So, you need clothes, eh? And that’s it?”

She shook her head. He was turning this into a battle of wills—hell, a flirtation. She wanted to be irritated with him. Really, she did, but a smile crept out. “What else did you think I’d need?” she asked.

He laughed softly. “Women are strange creatures, but simple enough when you strip the rest away. So I’m assuming you mean exactly what you said.”

Next time she’d pull up her big-girl panties and ask for what she wanted. The next few days would be torture if all they did was tiptoe around each other. And flirt. He’d win eventually. The man was a pro.

She glanced at him again. No, he wouldn’t let them tiptoe around anything. She let that thrill burn in her chest and her smile widened.

CHAPTER FIVE

Keri tossed her roll-away suitcase on the bed. Her nerves were on edge from uprooting her life to live in a hotel for the next few days and being around him for hours. So how could he act so damn cool about everything? She’d bet money someone could tell him the end was nigh and he’d greet the news with the same aplomb.

No surprise, he had the same easy-come, easy-go reaction to the all-expenses-paid room. A high-end flat-screen was the only thing worth noting in the room. Okay. The light blue down comforter tucked in neatly around the mattress looked inviting. They’d spent hours at her cousin and new husband’s apartment to get her some clothes and for him to go through his.

Tristan was quite meticulous in what he chose to wear. So when he took his luggage to the dresser and started to place the clothes neatly in the drawers, the actions felt about right. And it felt equally right that this was the moment she could ask for what she wanted. They were alone with no interruptions. Okay. Ok— A loud thump reverberated through the wall.

She jumped away from the bed, whirling to face the wall, and collided with Tristan, who had stepped away from the dresser to look in the same direction. Loud and angry voices followed the thud.

Her heart rate eased. “These walls are thin.”

Tristan’s fingertips brushed along her elbow. “So it would seem.”

His warmth disappeared before she could lean into him. Her excuse to bridge the distance gone, she tried to think of something else to say. Another thump against the wall as someone likely threw another object. The voices were too angry for it to be sex. She blinked at the sudden idea forming. The next thump was louder and that simply cemented the crazy plan. Another second passed and then she faced him. “We have a problem.”

“That is?” He continued to fold his clothes and place them with care into the dresser.

She pursed her lips. “If we can hear them, then they can hear us.”

“True.” His voice lowered.

She might have written off his reaction as thoughtless if she hadn’t noticed the way his shoulders tensed. The casual dress shirt curved to his broad back. She wanted her hands on those shoulders and would take any excuse available.

So she added, “What if they’re part of the association? You can’t sneeze without running into a member or an applicant. The way we acted this morning, a silent night would be pretty suspicious. Don’t you think?”

He held a pair of socks in his hands but glanced at her. His nostrils flared and in the back of her mind she detailed that response. Her scent had probably thickened in the air around him until all he could smell was her. Pheromones kept humans procreating even when they didn’t want to.

What did she smell like to him? Could he put a name to it? She couldn’t do the same to him. Yes, he smelled like whatever soap he used. The kind you wouldn’t find next to Old Spice. The expensive musk held the fragrance of man. Procreation. She exhaled.

He tossed the socks into the drawer and then slapped it closed. “You’re right. Get on the bed.”

“Just…” She trailed off, surprised at his command.

He motioned to the mattress. Keri toed off her heels, excitement pumping more blood into her veins. That had been easy. A giddy relief rushed nerves into her stomach.

He nodded. “On the bed.”

Okay. Okay. She’d asked for this so she could play along and act surprised when he pounced. Still, she opened and closed her hands to shake off the tremble that had dampened her palms.

After climbing on the bed, she noticed Tristan only stood at the edge. His hands were stuffed in his pockets. If she had the balls, she’d have checked without shame to see if his cock pressed against his slacks like before.

Since she had ovaries, Keri met his gaze. “Now what?”

“Stand up,” he ordered in a calm voice.

The request didn’t make sense until she noticed he’d be eye level to her…well, where she wanted him to be. The blue in his eyes seemed to gleam with mischief.

Suspicious, she tilted her head. “Now?”

“Jump,” he said without inflection.

What kind of sex involved jumping? “Jump?”

“Aye.” A hint of laughter laced the word. “Frolic on the sheets. These beds are cheap enough that even the slightest movement will bang the headboard against the wall. Jumping will have a believable rhythm. Don’t worry, I’ll help.”

Was he serious? Keri glared down at him and could see he was trying to be, but his shoulders shook as though he was trying to keep back a laugh. She stuck her tongue against her cheek and shook her head at how easily she’d created this ridiculous situation.

He had to know what she’d been insinuating. Apparently Tristan planned to take her innuendos and make a mockery of them until she asked in plain and clear words. She had to respect him for the strategy, and that meant the ball was in her court. What could she do? What did a woman have in her arsenal?

Keri smiled, realizing nature had given her everything she’d need. She bent her knees and began to jump. The headboard banged softly against the wall. The arguing next door didn’t die off immediately but after a minute of the
bang, bang, bang
it was replaced with a loudly whispered conversation.

She didn’t pay their neighbors too much attention because Tristan had forgotten one thing before telling her to jump on the bed. She hadn’t worn a bra. And she was jumping. The mischief in his gaze slowly turned to heat that washed over her skin.

“I thought you were going to help,” she told him.

“Right.” He cursed under his breath and then the gray in his eyes darkened, his lids lowered. He strolled around the bed to the wall and leaned against it.

Without bothering to curtail the lust in his voice, he said, “Moan for me.”

Seconds ticked by as she gaped at him in shock. She suspected he had a dirty streak, but this…
Oh. My. God.

“Come on,” he whispered, but his accent cloaked the words more. “Jump or they’ll think I can’t last longer than a few seconds.”

Damn. The sound of his voice felt like that delicious warmth after taking a shot of whiskey. The effect of him burned in her chest and worked its way down.

“Huh?”

He gestured with his head at her legs. “You stopped jumping.”

Keri looked down. Oh. Well, she hadn’t expected him to go all Scottish and use his fuck-me voice. She started to jump again.

“That feels good. So good. Fuck me back. Aye, just like that. Tight. So tight and wet.”

“Tristan.” She couldn’t hide the surprise in her tone, completely forgetting she was supposed to say Ian’s name.

He clapped, but the way he cupped his palms it sounded like a hand meeting warm flesh. “Want me to spank you harder? I know how you like that. Felt your pussy tighten around my cock. Aye. Like that.” He clapped again.

She could almost feel his hand on her ass. First a sharp sting and then warmth as the pain turned to pleasure. Keri’s breath panted out and it wasn’t from all the jumping.

He smacked his hands together harder. “Answer me.”

Her skin flushed, her nipples hardened. God, she was actually wet.

He clapped again just as hard. “Answer me,” Tristan growled, sounding just like a man in the throes of passion.

His command didn’t feel like play in that moment. This felt real. He demanded an answer and she’d give it to him. “Harder. Yes.”

Tristan shook his head. “Not until you come.”

She did moan this time and collapsed on the bed because her legs refused to play the game anymore. Her heart raced as sweat trickled down between her breasts. If alone she might have cupped her mound, closed her eyes to draw out the fantasy he’d started. She’d come until her legs quivered just from imagining him saying “harder” over and over again.

“Keri,” he whispered with concern.

The bed dipped from his weight before she could prop herself up to reassure him. So…she lay there, sprawled in the middle of the bed. “Too much jumping,” she murmured, her breath panting out.

His knee pressed into her thigh and his fingers enveloped her chin. “You’ll live once you get your breath back.”

Giggling filled the room next door. Tristan smiled as he inspected her face. “Mission accomplished.”

There weren’t any tingles, or pinpricks of sensations, but the weight of his knee and hand kept her heart racing. “Unfortunately, I only lasted about three minutes,” she said. “Tops. That means they’ll think you lasted only three minutes. Tops.”

He chuckled. “I’ve been accused of worse things. Think I can live with that.”

Keri turned her head to face him. She’d only ever been this close to someone right before they kissed. A charge filled the air as neither of them moved and anticipation built. Her nipples tingled, swelling, hardening. She was so wet and ready for that kiss and more.
Just ask. Just ask, for goodness’ sake
. “What about your prowess? Your reputation?”

Tristan lifted his hand, started to do something but closed it into a fist. She licked her lips, not to entice him, but the thoughtless action had the same effect when his gaze followed the moist trail of her tongue.

“I’ll know the truth. Are you sure you’re okay?”

No. She wanted him to lean down slightly to his left and kiss her hard. Then he could fist his hands in her hair, take the kiss deeper until her hips rose to meet his, because it would feel like sex without the penetration.

She couldn’t ask for that. “Yes.”

He hesitated and that second’s worth of doubt stretched into a small forever. Need pulsated in her limbs. Finally, he straightened from the bed. He headed back to his task of putting away his clothes and leaving her suddenly cold.

She covered her face with her hands. Coward. Such a damn wuss with him. She had walked into a sex shop and bought a vibrator for the first time without dying. Had done the same thing several more times over the years, because toys seemed to be the only thing to get her off. She could hold lectures in a room filled with men, a good portion of them believing she had no place in science, so why couldn’t she ask for sex with him?