Beth had just taken note of that when her gown too dropped away to pool on the floor. Scotty stepped back to survey her, and she glanced down to see that she was wearing a white bustier and knickers as well as hose and garters. She wondered briefly where those had come from and then Scotty growled, “Beautiful.”
Beth shifted her gaze to him. He was smiling warmly.
“I decorated me room with ye in mind. I kenned this color would suit yer alabaster skin and red hair. Ye’re like fire and ice in a forest.”
Beth’s eyes widened in amazement. She’d never been the flowery sort, so had no idea where those words had come from. But she liked them, she decided, and reached down to find him and show him just how much. Only the minute her fingers found the hardness she’d known would be waiting under the linen shirt, Scotty caught her hand and removed it at once.
“Nay,” he growled, catching both of her hands in one of his and raising them over her head as he urged her back against one of the columns of the bed. Holding her there with his body, he met her gaze and said firmly, “I’m no’ a client to be pleasured. I’ll pleasure you.”
Confusion clouded her mind again at once at the words, because Beth was quite sure they hadn’t come from her. In fact, they were kind of hurtful, perhaps because of the anger that flashed in his eyes that could almost have been disgust. Aside from that, Scotty had never before spoken in her dreams. He had always been more of a doer than a talker. But then usually his mouth was pretty busy with other things, Beth thought, and shifted her attention abruptly back to him as he kissed her again.
Still a little wounded by his words, Beth was at first slow to kiss him back. But when his tongue thrust into her mouth and his free hand glided up her side and then around to knead one breast through her bustier, her body responded like Pavlov’s dogs, and she was soon sighing and gasping by turn as he lashed her with his tongue. She felt his hand shift to find the top of her bustier, but was still startled when he tugged at it, forcing it down to free one breast. When he broke off the kiss to lower his mouth to claim the nipple he’d freed, she slid her hands into his hair and cupped his head as he suckled, her focus completely on the sensations he was stirring in her. Sensations that were only magnified when he slid one leg between both of hers and moved it up until his thigh rubbed her where her excitement was building.
Closing her eyes, Beth bit her lip and gave herself over to the need rising in her. Without even realizing it, she began to shift her hips, riding his thigh. But then his free hand slipped under the waistline of her knickers and slid down to delve between her thighs, and Beth cried out, her body bucking.
Letting her nipple slip from his mouth, Scotty straightened and kissed her neck, murmuring, “Do ye like that?” He ran his fingers lightly across her damp skin before pausing to circle the nub of her excitement. “Do ye like it?”
“Yes,” Beth gasped, riding his hand now.
“I want to taste ye. Would ye like that?” he growled, nipping at her ear.
“Oh, God,” Beth groaned both at the words and at the feel of his finger pressing into her even as his thumb continued to caress her. She pushed down into the intrusion and then gasped with disappointment when he withdrew his skilled fingers. Only to gasp again when he suddenly dropped to kneel before her.
Realizing her garters would prevent him removing her knickers, Beth started to lower her now free hands to help take them off, but then stiffened when Scotty grasped her knickers at the waist. As she watched in amazement, he ripped them wide open rather than bother to remove her garters and hose to get them off. It was a quick and violent action, and one easily performed, although some part of her brain was arguing that it shouldn’t have been managed so easily. Beth actually had to remind herself that it was a dream. It just all felt so damned real.
“Oh!” she gasped when Scotty suddenly caught her at the waist and turned to toss her on the bed. She’d barely bounced once on the feather mattress before he caught her under the knees and drew her down on the silk sheets until her bottom was at the edge of the bed. When he then dropped to kneel on the floor and buried his face between her open legs, Beth gasped and half sat up in shock, only to buck and cry out as his tongue rasped across the tender flesh there.
While she was still half-raised, Scotty reached one hand up to squeeze the breast he’d freed earlier, then toyed with the nipple as he lapped at her.
Groaning, Beth covered his hand with one of her own, but placed the other on the bed to help keep herself upright as she trembled and squirmed under his ministration. When he added his fingers to the mix and began to thrust one in and out of her as he licked and nipped at the center of her enjoyment, Beth cried out and fell back to lie flat. Her body was writhing, her legs locking and unlocking around his head and her hands now tangling in the sheets as she fought to reach that pinnacle he was urging her toward. She was also aware that she was making the most godawful sounds—deep moans and heavy groans interspersed with her crying his name in a pleading voice . . . and she didn’t care.
And then her body went taut and stiff for a moment before everything exploded, and Beth began to shudder and almost convulse as she found her pleasure.
Scotty eased from between her legs then and joined her on the bed. He drew her into his arms and shifted them both further up the bed, and then simply held her until her breathing and heart rate calmed.
“Thank you,” Beth whispered, caressing his chest. “Can I—”
Her question died when Scotty caught her under the chin and lifted her face for a kiss. It started out sweet and soothing, but soon became more demanding, and his hands began to move over her once more. She was moaning again by the time Scotty rolled her onto her back and covered her. Supporting his own weight with his arms, he ground himself against her as he thrust his tongue into her mouth.
Moaning in response, Beth spread her legs for him and raised her knees so that she could brace her feet flat on the surface of the bed. Scotty answered the invitation and surged into her, and Beth’s whole body responded, the full force of her hunger rushing back as if it had never been sated.
Crying his name, she clutched at his shoulders and raised her hips to meet him, urging him on until he stiffened and cried out as he found his own pleasure. Beth knew that wouldn’t be the end—it never was in these more intense dreams—so she wasn’t surprised when he pushed up and off her to kneel between her legs and urged her to turn over. She sat up at once, but then shifted to her knees in front of him and reached back, managing to catch his hip and urge him closer. Growling, Scotty moved forward on his own knees, his legs framing hers as his chest met her back. He then slid his hands around her waist and up across her stomach to cup her breasts.
Beth groaned and arched against him as he weighed and squeezed her breasts, her hips shifting and rubbing her bottom against the hardness between them. Scotty nipped at her ear and kissed her neck, but when he began to toy with her nipples, she twisted her head around in search of his mouth. He kissed her roughly, and then let one hand drop from her breast to glide down between her legs.
Beth cried out into his mouth, her hips moving into his touch, and then she couldn’t stand it anymore, and she broke their kiss and dropped forward to her hands and knees. Clasping her by the hips, Scotty immediately began to . . . lick her face?
Gasping in shock, Beth opened her eyes and gaped at the big black beast standing over her on the bed, panting happily.
“What the—?”
“Chico! Down!”
Beth glanced to the door as Matias pushed it further open and rushed in to hurry around the bed.
“Sorry! I am sorry. I was checking on you and he slipped past me. Chico, come here,” he hissed, grabbing for the Doberman’s collar and falling on the bed when a second dog rushed in to join the fun and tripped him up, then proceeded to climb on top of him and lick his upper back. Matias’s voice was exasperated as he buried his face in the bed and muttered, “No, Piper. Bad.”
Chuckling softly as Chico shifted to drop on her legs so that he too could get to his master, Beth sat up to move her legs out of the way of being trampled by the excited dog. She then leaned back against the headboard and simply watched as both dogs descended on her cousin, licking his arms, his legs, his hair . . .