Page 13 of The British Bastard


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Catriona slips her arms around my waist and snuggles up to me. "I'm listening."

"In all my life, I have never made love to a woman. I only shag them."

"Am I meant to be shocked? I can handle that, Alex."

Maybe she can, and I hope I won't need to test that faith. "I will never tell you about my past or my family."

"Why not?"

"Because I won't. If that's a deal breaker for you, then I will walk out the door and never bother you again."

She chews on her upper lip while scrutinizing me again. Just when I think she'll tell me to bugger off, she kisses me instead. Sweetly. On the lips only. Then she smiles. "I agree to your terms."

"They're not terms. They're facts of life with me."

"And I agree to your facts."

Why on earth she wants to live with my limitations, I cannot fathom. But she knows what I can't give her, and she still said yes.

Catriona wriggles against me. "I've never slept with a man I met less than a week ago."

"You still haven't. I slept on the sofa, and you slept in the bedroom." I lay my palms on her arse. "And if I have my way, we won't be sleeping this morning, either."

"You know what I meant."

Oh yes, I know. "Last chance to change your mind."

"Are we going to have a poke today? Or will ye keep trying to change my mind until next Wednesday?"

I sweep her up in my arms. "Does this answer your question?"

She laughs.

God, she's beautiful. And so sweet that I want to hold her in my arms forever. But my cock disapproves of that idea, so I carry her into the bedroom and set her down at the foot of the bed. "Shall I undress you? Or would you rather strip for me?"

Catriona bites her lip in that shy yet sexy way I've seen before. Does she realize how desirable she is? I doubt that. She's probably dated men her own age, which means twats who have no idea what to do with a real woman.

"How old are you?" I ask.

"Twenty-four. How old are you?"

"I'm twenty-nine."

She leans into me. "Were you worried I'm not legal?"

"No, darling. You're a grad student, so I was reasonably sure I wouldn't get arrested for shagging you. I was curious, that's all."

The lovely lass takes hold of the hem of her flimsy nightie. "I'll undress myself."

I take a few steps backward. "Go on, Cat. Strip for me. Though it won't take long considering how little you're wearing."

She pulls the nightie over her head and tosses it away, which leaves her standing completely nude. I couldn't look away from her if I tried, not that I want to do that. Her full breasts capture all of my attention, and I can't help fantasizing about touching and tasting them. Fuck, she's perfect. Her creamy skin is sprinkled with the faintest freckles, including one on her left nipple. She has the best combination of muscle tone and womanly softness, from her slender waist to her wide hips and down to her thighs that seem strong enough to grip me while I fuck her.

"Cat, you are exquisite."

She smiles shyly.

And that makes me want her even more. But it's my turn now, and I get rid of my clothes as fast as possible because I feel like I might explode if I don't start touching her right now. I yank the covers off the bed. "Lie down, love. On your back."

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