begged, and he tapped his index finger on
his face, his eyes sparkling.
I couldn’t resist him. His power of
persuasion over me would be my complete undoing. He knew I would do
whatever he asked, following him to the ends of the earth and
beyond.
I leaned my head in to lightly to place a
peck against him, but before my lips landed, he turned his head and
kissed me full on the mouth, wrapping his fingers around my chin
and holding me there.
Sighing into him, I made up my mind right
then and there that if kissing were a sport, Vance would win in
every category every time. He could turn my insides to complete
mush with even the slightest touch.
He pulled away from me with a chuckle, his
face mere millimeters away from mine.
“See, that wasn’t so bad now, was it?” he
asked with a dimpled grin as his eyes searched mine.
“Go take a shower,” I said, smiling,
refusing to give in to his charmingly manly display.
“I want to show you something first,” he
said straightening, and that was when I noticed he had something
draped over his arm. He lifted it in his hands, revealing a red and
green plaid kilt. “What do you think?” he asked with a grin,
lifting an eyebrow at me.
“A kilt?” I asked with a slight snicker at
the idea of Vance wearing such an article of clothing, completely
unable to wrap my mind around the thought. “Where did you get
it?”
“Douglas gave it to me,” he smiled. “This is
the Cummingses’ tartan, I guess. He said I was part of the family,
and I should have one.”
I knew this must be a huge thing for him, to
actually be treated like family by his family, and I tried to tone
down my humorous reaction.
“Does he want you to wear it tonight to the
reception?” I asked, not really sure if I would care for that or
not.
He shrugged his shoulders.
“He said I could if I wanted to, but it was
up to me since I already bought the other suit,” he said.
“So what’re you going to do?”
“I don’t know.” He chuckled. “I told him I’d
think about it. Honestly though, I don’t know if it’s my cup of
tea. I have a hard time even wearing the tuxedo.”
“Well, it was a very nice gesture for him to
make,” I said.
“I agree,” he replied, leaning down to kiss
my cheek. “I’m going to go get in the shower now,” he added.
My eyes followed him as he left the room,
before turning to look back at the fire while I contemplated recent
events.
I was very happy Vance seemed to be finding
his niche with his family and that they seemed to be genuinely
receiving him with open arms. Family was something he had always
wanted a connection with.
The fire danced in the grate before me, and
I soon became caught up in my thoughts, so much so that I didn’t
hear him approach again until he spoke to me.
“So what do you think?” he asked and I
looked up to see him standing just outside the doorway.
My mouth went slack, and I thought my teeth
would fall out onto the floor.
He was standing there, dressed only in the
kilt, with the length of plaid thrown up over his shoulder. His wet
towel-dried hair stood up messily off his head, and I could smell
the scent of his aftershave wafting through the air toward me. He
looked down to make an adjustment on the belt at his waist, and all
the muscles in his body rippled in response.
My gaze traveled from his head to his toes,
and I was afraid to blink for fear this luscious apparition would
disappear. He looked like an ancient highlander straight out of a
romance novel.
“Well?” he asked me again, when he was done
with the adjustment.
I got up out of the chair and walked boldly
toward him, grabbing his face in both of my hands and kissing him
with every once of my being.
I caught him off guard, but he chuckled
against my lips before his arms came tightly around me and he
really kissed me back. Threading one hand through his hair, I let
the other drift down over his muscled shoulder and over his bulging
bicep, squeezing it slightly
his face, his eyes sparkling.
I couldn’t resist him. His power of
persuasion over me would be my complete undoing. He knew I would do
whatever he asked, following him to the ends of the earth and
beyond.
I leaned my head in to lightly to place a
peck against him, but before my lips landed, he turned his head and
kissed me full on the mouth, wrapping his fingers around my chin
and holding me there.
Sighing into him, I made up my mind right
then and there that if kissing were a sport, Vance would win in
every category every time. He could turn my insides to complete
mush with even the slightest touch.
He pulled away from me with a chuckle, his
face mere millimeters away from mine.
“See, that wasn’t so bad now, was it?” he
asked with a dimpled grin as his eyes searched mine.
“Go take a shower,” I said, smiling,
refusing to give in to his charmingly manly display.
“I want to show you something first,” he
said straightening, and that was when I noticed he had something
draped over his arm. He lifted it in his hands, revealing a red and
green plaid kilt. “What do you think?” he asked with a grin,
lifting an eyebrow at me.
“A kilt?” I asked with a slight snicker at
the idea of Vance wearing such an article of clothing, completely
unable to wrap my mind around the thought. “Where did you get
it?”
“Douglas gave it to me,” he smiled. “This is
the Cummingses’ tartan, I guess. He said I was part of the family,
and I should have one.”
I knew this must be a huge thing for him, to
actually be treated like family by his family, and I tried to tone
down my humorous reaction.
“Does he want you to wear it tonight to the
reception?” I asked, not really sure if I would care for that or
not.
He shrugged his shoulders.
“He said I could if I wanted to, but it was
up to me since I already bought the other suit,” he said.
“So what’re you going to do?”
“I don’t know.” He chuckled. “I told him I’d
think about it. Honestly though, I don’t know if it’s my cup of
tea. I have a hard time even wearing the tuxedo.”
“Well, it was a very nice gesture for him to
make,” I said.
“I agree,” he replied, leaning down to kiss
my cheek. “I’m going to go get in the shower now,” he added.
My eyes followed him as he left the room,
before turning to look back at the fire while I contemplated recent
events.
I was very happy Vance seemed to be finding
his niche with his family and that they seemed to be genuinely
receiving him with open arms. Family was something he had always
wanted a connection with.
The fire danced in the grate before me, and
I soon became caught up in my thoughts, so much so that I didn’t
hear him approach again until he spoke to me.
“So what do you think?” he asked and I
looked up to see him standing just outside the doorway.
My mouth went slack, and I thought my teeth
would fall out onto the floor.
He was standing there, dressed only in the
kilt, with the length of plaid thrown up over his shoulder. His wet
towel-dried hair stood up messily off his head, and I could smell
the scent of his aftershave wafting through the air toward me. He
looked down to make an adjustment on the belt at his waist, and all
the muscles in his body rippled in response.
My gaze traveled from his head to his toes,
and I was afraid to blink for fear this luscious apparition would
disappear. He looked like an ancient highlander straight out of a
romance novel.
“Well?” he asked me again, when he was done
with the adjustment.
I got up out of the chair and walked boldly
toward him, grabbing his face in both of my hands and kissing him
with every once of my being.
I caught him off guard, but he chuckled
against my lips before his arms came tightly around me and he
really kissed me back. Threading one hand through his hair, I let
the other drift down over his muscled shoulder and over his bulging
bicep, squeezing it slightly