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She walked over to the kitchen area while he grabbed an old rag, made it wet, and bent over to wipe up the food Brother Bear had dribbled all over the kitchen floor. Ronan dinna want Anisa to slip and fall. Something dinna seem right…

A snicker exploded behind him. “I do love those firm ass cheeks of yours. No matter how often I see them.” He peered around his waist and Anisa was giggling. Well, what was so damn funny? She pointed to his arse before she folded her arms and laid her head on the counter and laughed so hard, he didna ken if she could catch her next breath.

He stood straight again. “What the feckin' hell is so funny, I'd like to ken?”

She lifted her face slightly and fluttered her eyes at him. “Are you putting on weight, Ronan? The ass seam of your jeans is ripped.” She pointed. “From top…to…to balldom.” The giggling began again and she placed both palms over her mouth.

Just how the bloody hell was he to explain this? “Well, I did just have that cup of hot chocolate.”

Brother Bear, ye and yer nervous eating ass.

“One cup of hot chocolate?” She slipped into another fit of laughter. “Believe me, a little cup of sweetness would not make your ass spread to where you ripped the back seam.” She shifted to stand in front of him and tugged on his sweatshirt. “How long have you had these pants? Since you were sixteen? All the buttons at the fly are gone.” Her voice took on a breathy quality. “And you have no underwear on.” One of her hands bunched the denim at his waist, while the other one slipped inside and wrapped around his cock.

Holy Mother of God. All the blood in his brain shot to his cock. He was so damn hard, he could chip the ice from his truck's windshield with his rigid pecker. Now, wouldna that make a fine sight?

Anisa rose on her toes and nuzzled his neck. “Any other man would get angry because I laughed at him, but you understand how much I need something funny to take my mind off all my fears. A man has to be strong in his masculinity to give the woman he claims to care for all she needs, even if it is a good laugh at his expense.” She kissed his neck several times and then bit his earlobe, all the while her hand slowly stroked him to madness. “You make me respect you more for the way you put my needs first.”

His mouth had gone dry and all he could do was grunt. Although he was glad to hear she respected him as a man. Aye, a Scot required that in all his relationships—personal and business.

“I'm ready to cross that line you talked about earlier. Take me to bed. Make me yours.” A drop of pre-cum seeped out and her thumb swept it around the head of his cock while a groan escaped from between his jaws. Her fingernails grazed his balls. “I'm serious. I've made my decision, Ronan. The attraction and trust between us has grown fast, but it's materialized stronger this time, like magic. And there's no denying it.”

She retreated a couple of steps, unzipped her jeans, and shimmied out of them. A more appealing action, Ronan had never seen. Her arms crossed so her hands could grasp the hem of her turtleneck and tug it over her head. “Or were all your declarations merely empty words? I'm calling your bluff.” Reaching back, she unhooked her black bra and then shot it at him like a slingshot.

His hand snaked out and caught it in midair. “Nay. There's no denying it.” He pressed her bra to his nose and inhaled the strawberry fragrance it had absorbed from her skin. “Me desires fer ye are about to consume me. They burn at me day and night.”

He circled her slowly like a wild animal approaching its prey. He trailed his fingertips across the back of her neck, pressing his lips to the middle of it to make her shiver. The callused tips of his fingers continued over her shoulders and slowly swept down her spine to the dimples above each of her flawless, firm arse cheeks. His index finger dipped into each round indent. “One day, I shall fill these dimples with strawberry ice cream.”

She trembled as she inhaled a couple of pants of air.

With the lightest of caresses, he touched her round arse. “Ye are a perfectly formed woman.” Stepping in front of her, cupping her firm, round breasts, and running his thumbs over her nipples, he kissed her where her neck joined her shoulder. “Beautiful. After meeting ye in Paris, I became greatly enamored of a big-busted woman with breasts I imagined I could kiss all night and not hit the same spot twice.” His fingers slid down both arms in a featherlight touch. “I think from now on I shall call ye Beauty, for I shall be yer beast. But there's more to ye than looks. Aye. There are brains, courage, and a sense of right and wrong I completely respect.”

She laughed and cupped his cheek. “You have a charming way of talking that seduces me. On one hand you're very alpha and on the other, you're all gentleman. I love it. I really do.”

Both of his hands rose and he smiled. “Which hand is the biggest, Beauty? The alpha or the gentleman?” He leaned and pressed a kiss to each corner of her mouth. “If ye ask me into the bed, only the alpha will join ye. I'll be leaving the gentleman behind. I do have some condoms in the bathroom closet.”

Her smile disappeared. “Do you bring women here often?”

“Nay. I've never brought a woman here.” He glanced away and sighed as he made up his mind what to tell her. The truth seemed best. “Me eldest brother's wife has a grandmother with a weird sense of humor who lives near our lodge. The auld woman's lovable in her own way, but can be like a tick under yer skin. She's been after me to find a woman.” The fingers of his one hand tapped a nervous beat on the edge of the counter. “I told her I was too busy to find one. That she'd have to drop out of the feckin' sky and land on top of me. So, as a joke, Effie stuck a box of rubbers in the outer pocket of me tote bag.”

Anisa's dark eyebrows furrowed. “I did drop out of the sky. Only I landed on a bear.”

Ronan scooped her in his arms and nuzzled her neck. “Aye, but ye knocked at me door in the middle of the night, mad, and full of sass and vinegar. Ye had me smitten right away. I didna want ye to leave.” He kissed her gently and carried her into the bedroom alcove. “Nor do I ever. I want ye with me forever.”

Chapter 7

Anisa stared into his eyes and forked her fingers through his hair. “You treated me like you wished I were anywhere but here that first night. At least until we recognized each other.”

The honesty and pain in her voice lit a fire of shame in his soul. He lifted a shoulder and cleared his throat. “I've never had a woman knock me on me arse as easily as ye did…or kick me balls to me lungs. Christ, ye wounded me Scottish pride as well as me manhood. Still, there was something about ye I liked. Who knows? Maybe it was the verbal sparring and yer inner strength. Or maybe a part of me remembered ye unconsciously.”

“Then bring two condoms. I'll be waiting and I want your long hair rubbed all over my body.”

“Och, I can see ye're used to giving orders. We'll have to come to terms with that habit. Nay man likes to be ordered about, especially in bed.” He leaned in, dwarfing her with his height. “So let me tell ye how 'twill be between us sexually. There won't be one inch of your skin my hair, tongue, lips, and teeth won't touch. I will devour ye with me desire. When I am through loving ye, I will have memorized yer taste, yer smell, and the way ye scream me name in climax.”

“Well, then, suppose you get those condoms.” Damn if she dinna bat those eyelashes again. Aye. She knew what that did to him. “And we'll see if you can deliver or if you're all talk.”

He pulled her close for a kiss and before their lips met, he half-laughed. “Ye're going to be trouble, are'na ye? Well, hear this, lassie. Driving a stolen plane will be nothing compared to the ride with a fired-up Scot. That much I can promise ye.” His fingers grasped her hair and pulled her head back before his mouth covered hers and took control. He nibbled and sucked at her lips while his tongue swept across the silkiness of hers. He tasted the sweetness of Anisa's mouth as he kissed her with so much passion, he could smell her arousal. He snapped the back of her thong. “Have these off before I return or I'll tear them from ye.”

She scurried to the other side of the bed to stand and tuck her thumbs under the elastic of her thong. He smirked at her eagerness and strode into the bathroom for the condoms.

Ronan sauntered into the bedroom with the condoms in his hand. His gaze locked on her, he dropped three foil packets on the nightstand. “Bloody hell, I damn near swallowed me tongue. Here ye are, spread across me bed and shaved bare—or waxed. Whatever 'tis women do to their privates.” He stroked her bald pussy. What an appealing and complete turn-on.

“Ye are a tempting woman.” With one hand, he reached over his shoulder and pulled off his sweatshirt. He shoved his ruined jeans over his hips, stepped out of them, and yanked off stockings stretched big enough for a giant—or a bear.

“I'm glad you think so. I put this outfit on just for you.” She batted her eyelashes again. God, he loved it when she teased him like this. There were too many times it seemed his life was full of “fix this, build that.” All seriousness and very little cheerfulness. Unless Colleen did one of her comical antics to brighten his day, there wasna much to genuinely smile about. Sweet Lord, but he needed this woman to brighten his life, to bring some honeyed joy into it.

Ronan closed his telepathic shield so his bear wasna able to see what was about to happen. It would serve his other half right if he kept the shield down the rest of their time here.

He sat on the edge of the bed and stared at her from her red polished toenails to the crown of her head. “And a mighty fine outfit it is, me Beauty.” He slid his finger between her bald folds. “I especially like what ye've done with this.”

Fingers coiled around her ankle, he kissed the sole of her foot, sucked her toes, and nipped her ankle. Kiss by kiss, nip by nip, and with gentle sucking, he slowly worked his way up her legs. She fisted her fingers in his long hair, giving him a bite of pain he discovered he liked. The bare folds of her labia glistened with feminine juices he bet were sweeter than honey. He swept his tongue along her clit to gather her nectar.

She moaned and muttered his name. He grew harder as his need for her ramped with an all-consuming strength. His kisses and nibbles traveled over her abdomen. Entwining his fingers with hers, he placed them above her head. He whispered the strength of his desire before he drew her bottom lip into his mouth and sucked. To soothe, he swept his tongue across the inside of her lip before her tongue met his for a sensual back-and-forth dance. Her nipples were beaded, as if waiting for his touch or his lips. As he drew one into his mouth, her back bowed toward him on a cry of need.

Would it always be this good between them? The sensual essence of her, the abandon with which she responded to him, and the depth of his desire for his Beauty. If he treated her with love and respect, he expected it would. Aye, she was a woman to cherish and dote on—not with gifts, but with shows of sincere affection.

He inserted one finger inside her and circled his thumb around her clit. Her fingers coiled in the blanket as she panted, breaking out in a sweat. He added another finger and slowly pumped in time with the sucking of her breast. Her thighs began to tremble and she gasped as a climax hit and rolled over her.

Showing her no mercy, he wrapped both arms around her full hips and trailed his tongue slowly around her opening, lapping at the sweetest juices he'd ever tasted. He flicked it over her clit until she began to tremble once more and then he slid his finger higher to reach her G-spot. She screamed his name again.

He sat on the edge of the bed, opened a foil packet, and rolled on a neon yellow condom before he spread over her sweet body, positioning to enter her.

“From this moment on, ye are me woman. Mine, do ye hear?” He pushed into her with one powerful stroke, pumped his hips, and strove for nirvana. He kissed her face from her chin to her forehead, repeating, “Me woman. Me Beauty,” as if it were an old Scottish love chant.

She scratched his shoulders and wrapped her heels against the small of his back, moving him faster and faster. “Come with me, Beauty,” he commanded. A few more pumps and it was as if both flew toward the passionate heat of the sun, their souls and hearts melting into one being.

Ronan shifted to his side and rolled her to tuck her curly hair under his chin. Slowly his mind coalesced again and his breathing returned halfway to normal.
Bloody hell! There's no way I can have another mind-blowing climax like that. Surely a man is given only one sweet ride to heaven and back in his lifetime.

“Your tattoo is more than a full sleeve, it runs over your shoulder, down over one pec, and to your waist in the back. I like the design.” Anisa ran her hands up and down his back and over his arse. “You know I'm going to have to do it.” She batted her eyelashes and he suspected trouble was brewing.

“Do what?” He was learning his woman could be a tad sneaky.

She kneed his side, rolling him onto his stomach, and straddling his back, grabbed his cheeks, and bit his arse. Not one cheek, but both. Och, she was in so much feckin' trouble. A giggle burst forth as she rolled off him. “I was right. You do have a biteable ass.”

Ronan removed the condom and tossed it in the wastebasket. Then he straddled her waist. “Quite pleased with yerself are'na ye?” She batted her eyelashes and he laughed in return. He laughed from the bottom of his soul, fer his heart was near to bursting with love fer her. This woman was like no one he'd guessed would ever come into his life—a woman he could love so easily. Sweet Lord, how he wanted her with him forever.

“Tell me how someone as delightful as ye never married. Or are ye married?” Christ, he hadna thought of that possibility. She wore no ring, but that might be so she could do mechanical work, if the need arose. Bloody hell, had he just bedded another man's wife?

“I was married to my career. From time to time, I dated. Nothing as intense as what you and I are experiencing so soon after reconnecting. Of course, since I'll be on the run and in hiding the rest of my life, marriage is out of the question for me.”

He'd never considered getting married, because most women would plead for a bairn soon after. Now, after meeting Anisa, loving her, and watching her bat her eyes in that flirtatious way she had, the thought of marriage was nay so distasteful. The woman was pure enchantment.

“I will keep ye safe, me Beauty. Taking care of ye from now on is me job. One I undertake gladly for ye are me woman. What about bairns? Do ye want bairns?”

“Babies? Children?” She ran her hands up his abs and over his pecs. “With the job I had—long and irregular hours…last-minute trips that could last upwards of a month—what kind of mother would I have been? Besides, I don't know if I have any of the mothering instinct in me. I'm military precision, devoted to my job.” Her eyes rimmed with tears. “Or I was. Now, I'm rather lost, except for being with you.”

Ronan shifted off of her, pulling the covers over them as they lay on their sides, stroking each other while they talked, and exchanging a kiss when the urge struck. Dear Lord, he could get used to this. Holding her naked body close every night as they spoke in lowered voices about their respective days and made love a time or two.

Her blue eyes focused on him. “How about you? Any ex-wives in your past?
Bairns?”

“Nay. There's been no one I've cared fer the way I cared fer ye, both six years ago and now. Part of me has longed fer a bairn of me own, if I'm to be truthful. I've just never been able to overcome the painful memories of the day me da died or the vacant years afterward that carved away at me heart, over the years, one painful piece after another. As I told ye earlier out on the sofa, nay child should have to go through that pain. I willna allow that to happen. So, instead, I dote on me brothers' bairns.”

His woman cupped his cheek. “I'm sorry you went through the loss of your da and the resulting loneliness. It must have been terribly rough. I was in my late teens when my father died. I already had my life's focus to help with the mourning process. That's not to say I didn't shed a lot of tears, because I did. Tell me more about your brothers.”

“Creighton is the eldest and the most demanding. He and his wife just had twins two weeks ago. A boy and a girl, Rory Creighton and Roslyn Effie. Och, one proud da, so Creighton is. He's the laird of our clan, the Mathesons. I'm the middle son. Bryce is the youngest and the most emotional, yet verra strong in his own way. He's been through a lot, ye see. His first wife died in childbirth with Colleen.

“Bryce just got remarried to his childhood best friend seven months ago. They have a bairn due next month and Colleen thinks it's all her doing.” He leaned in and kissed Anisa's neck just below her ear and she moaned in what seemed contentment. “Colleen prayed for a brother or sister every night. Wait till ye meet her and see what a sweet ball of energy she is, although we do have her a wee bit spoiled. She was premature and sickly as a bairn.”

“It sounds as if you're a close family, even with your da's death when you were so young. Tell me—if Creighton is the most demanding and Bryce, the most emotional…what are you?”

“The peacemaker. The one who fixes everything from arguments to broken toilets. I'm the clan's oral historian. Beyond that, I'm damn near emotionless.”
Except with me inner bear.
Ronan skimmed his hand down her side and over her hip. “But aye, ye're right. We are verra close. Creighton tried his verra best and I'll always have a deep sense of gratitude for how me eldest brother put so much effort into filling our da's shoes, but he was only ten. He held us close when we cried and boxed our ears when we did wrong. It wasna long after da's funeral I pledged to meself and the stars in the sky that I'd never have children to leave behind the way I'd been abandoned.”

Anisa placed her hand on the back of Ronan's neck and pressed his face against her chest. “Oh, sweetheart. No one should have to go through such pain that leaves a hollow space in his or her heart. I'm here for you now, for as long as I can be without putting you in danger.” She kissed his hair. “Believe me. You are not emotionless. You're perfect.” She burrowed closer to him and he didna ken if he could take his next breath without her.

What did she mean she'd be with him for as long as she didna put him in danger? He was twenty-eight years old and she was the first woman he'd connected with. Odd, because she was so educated and he wasna much more than a handyman. “If ye leave me, I'll die inside.” He kissed her and, slowly, whisper by whisper, touch by touch, kiss by kiss they built themselves into another sexual frenzy.

He sat on his knees and calves as he rolled on a new condom. His feckin' pink glow-in-the-dark condom. The room had dimmed considerably from the first time they'd made love, and she hadna noticed the yellow one he'd worn.

Anisa gaped at the long pink condom glimmering in the silence.

Bloody hell, he would give Effie such a thrashin' when they got home.

Anisa's finger slowly rose and pointed. “Your pecker's…your pecker's…glowing,” she sputtered, covered her mouth with her hand, and giggled.

Ronan pinched the bridge of his nose. “Ye're going to make a feckin' big deal outta this, are'na ye?” First he'd thrash Effie, then he'd give Anisa a good working over, but in a more pleasurable way.

“They say grumpiness is a side effect.” She nodded.

He planted his hands on his hips. “A side effect o' what? And, fer yer opinion, I am nay grumpy.”

She had the gall to pretend to sniffle tears. “Oh no! Denial is an advanced side effect.”

Bloody hell, he'd had enough. “Of what?” His voice bounced off the log walls of the bedroom.

Her gaze rose to meet his. “I hate to be the one to tell you, but you've got the dreaded Parisian Pink Pecker Disease! Oh, sweetheart, there's only one cure for that.” She started to unroll the rubber. “Lucky for you, I know what it is. Have no fear. We studied it in college. Thank God, it's not the lethal Parisian Purple Pecker Disease. That involves a more intensive and painful cure.” She tossed the condom over her shoulder and leaned over his groin. She licked her lips and smiled. “I can assure you, this remedy is more pleasurable.”

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