Obsessed (Wild Mountain Scots, #1)

It took days for my self-assurance to return. I read articles on attraction and kinks. I might be submissive, I considered. Needing my partner to call the shots.

That didn’t seem quite right. Lochinvar made no further moves on me, though interest came off him in waves. So it was on me to push for more, and I intended to. Not so submissive of me.

I concocted a plan. An extension of my fantasy.

I just needed to get the nerve to ask him for it.

On Friday morning, he delivered Isla to school then returned home, taking a phone call in his car outside the cottages. Unlike the previous week, a sunny day had dawned, though with an underlying icy chill.

I wanted to go for a run.

Or a chase.

In my mind, Lochinvar would catch me and force me to the ground. We’d have sex, then, once he’d blown my mind, he’d let me go. Not that I’d be truly trapped.

I breathed through my nose, turned on, yet unable to frame a way to ask him to pursue me. Instead, I dressed in my running kit and stepped outside.

A moment of waiting then Lochinvar climbed out of his 4X4. He cast his gaze down my body, lingering on my curves encased in the tight-fitting material.

“Going somewhere?”

“For a run.”

“Where?” he demanded.

“Into the forest. Do ye have anywhere ye need to be?” My heart pounded.

Lochinvar’s stare intensified. I didn’t budge.

Then he stormed inside his home, the door left ajar.

I waited for a beat then took off, my trainers crunching the died-back undergrowth as I rounded the low wall to the forest behind my home. An animal track made my path, and I dragged in a lungful of clean air.

This had been my running route for years. Few others came out this way, the view obscured by the thick trees. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FindNʘᴠᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

The perfect place for an ambush.

And I was certain Lochinvar would follow.

A crack of branches snapping quickened my already racing pulse.

I put power into my legs, flying up the hill and onto a flatter track. The scent of pine rose from where I crushed dense piles of fallen needles under my feet. Woodland animals scurried from my path.

A glance over my shoulder revealed a shadowed figure in pursuit. A big, dark man.

Fuck. He’d come.

My breathing stuttered, but I pressed on, jogging faster. My hunter sped up. The distance between us slimmed.

That same thrill of the chase blazed through me.

Ahead, a stand of evergreens waited, exactly where I knew it would be. I left the path and plunged inside the thick lower branches to a small, hidden clearing.

At almost the same second, a hand gripped my trailing wrist.

“Ah!” I squeaked and stumbled.

I hit the soft ground.

Lochinvar fell on top of me, dropping on his hands and knees over my body. For a second, he did nothing but check my expression.

Then he took my throat in a light hold. His other hand coasted to my waist, and without ceremony, he yanked down my running shorts.

I slammed my eyes closed, entirely overwhelmed. In lust, fear, and a myriad of other emotions.

Lochinvar stripped my shorts to my ankles and forced apart my knees.

Without a word or further pause, his mouth landed on the juncture of my legs.

Heat blitzed through me. I yelped, and he moved his fingers from my throat to cover my mouth. Silenced, I squirmed under his heavy form.

Lochinvar gave me no half-measure. He licked then sucked on my sensitive clit. An animal sound ripped out of him, and he hoisted my hips then drove his tongue inside me.

Blooms of warmth spread in my veins, despite the icy day. The forest, the sounds of nature, it all paled to the background, and all I could feel was him. Nothing I’d ever done to myself felt this good. No one had ever touched me with the same reaction.

My breasts grew heavier in my sports bra. My muscles heated, tensed to the point of hurting.

Then he pushed a finger inside me, adding a second.

Some magic place exploded with feeling. I bit on the hand over my mouth.

Lochinvar pumped in and out of me.

Oh God. Oh Christ.

If I cursed out loud, I had no clue. Only the rushing of my own blood filled my ears.

He continued sucking, using his whole mouth to assault my private area. Each hit inside touched a blissful patch of flesh. My body supplied a rush of delicious chemicals far greater than ever before on my solo adventures.

I struggled. He held me harder.

Then inside, I tightened.

Lochinvar made a deep sound of need.

Somehow, this was the trigger. I whimpered then surged, arched my back, pushing against Lochinvar’s intrusions.

And came.

I splintered into pieces, a mess of nothing but powerful, orgasmic waves. They broke over my mind, and I swam in sheer heaven.

Distantly, I was aware of Lochinvar working me through it. He swore, his tone utterly awed and delicious. The pressure of him pinning me down released. I was spent. Boneless. Unable to crack an eye.

In minutes, he’d done what took me an hour alone, though I’d never once reached the same heights.

But then I returned to myself. Suddenly cold, I scuttled up, drawing my shorts over my nakedness.

Lochinvar sat back on his haunches, his chest heaving with deep breaths. He scrubbed over his mouth then raised his gaze to mine.

What did I say? Thanks? That was great?

But then he gestured, pointing to the route home. I took a step, and he moved out of my way.

I jogged home, my brand-new sexual partner keeping a safe distance and making not a single demand of me.

We returned to our cottages as if nothing happened.

Finally, in the shower, removing pine needles from where they stuck to my skin, I had a realisation. That had been immense. Exciting. A revelation.

And I absolutely wanted to try it again.