Unravel Me. Lynn Montagano

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       CHAPTER THREE

      A sizable group of family and friends were gathered near the arrivals entrance at Glasgow International Airport to welcome weary travelers home. I assumed Alastair’s driver, Paxton, would be picking me up. I scanned the crowd for a tall broad-shouldered man in his forties with salt and pepper hair. All I saw was a young guy in jeans, black t-shirt and backwards baseball cap with his back to me.

      Shuffling past him and another group of people I wondered if I’d have to take a taxi. The thought annoyed me. Plus, I was cranky because my period decided to show up early thanks to the high altitude while flying.

      “There you are.”

      I turned toward the familiar rich voice and wound up staring directly at the guy in the ball cap. Seeing Alastair always hit all my hot buttons. The casual look didn’t mask his aura of powerful elegance at all.

      “What the hell is on your head?”

      Alastair laughed. “You don’t like it?” He turned the hat so it faced the proper direction. It made him look slightly younger than his thirty-one years. The letters HWM were embroidered on the front.

      “It’s cute.”

      “I was trying to be incognito.”

      “I’ll let you in on a secret. Don’t wear a Holden World Media hat if you don’t want to be recognized.” I grinned, wrapping my arms around him. Feeling his athletic body pressed to mine set everything straight. His energy really had become an extension of my own. When we shared the same space, I felt more alive, more aware. Just…more.

      “I need to get you out of here and back to my house so I can welcome you properly,” he said, draping an arm across my shoulders.

      He whisked me off to the parking lot and drove back to his neighborhood in Bearsden like a man on a mission. The tree-lined street was quiet and pretty. His light gray sandstone house sat on a pristine lot with a manicured lawn and vibrant patches of shrubbery and flowers.

       Still so perfect on the outside, like him.

      Most of the world only saw the stoic, successful young businessman who’d recently been named CEO of his grandfather’s media empire. He handled his business dealings with the cool precision of a surgeon. As much as I craved him when he was in CEO-mode, peeling away the hard exterior to expose the vulnerable man who only showed himself to me was a drug I would never quit.

      I’d barely walked through the front door when he lunged, pinning me against the wall. At the mercy of his lips and tongue, I gasped, inhaling sharply. The rim of his hat knocked into my forehead. I ripped it off his head, throwing it across the hallway. He kissed me with such ferocity I thought he might bruise my lips. Circling each of my wrists with his hands, he held them firmly against the wall and pushed the weight of his six-foot frame into me. I liked it when he was untamed. His passion for me was a turn on.

      “I missed you,” he said, biting my bottom lip.

      “It’s only been four days.”

      “Felt like an eternity.” Gripping my wrists tighter, he flexed his hips into mine. The friction sent a pleasurable wave through me.

      “I want you. Now. Against this wall.” He kissed me again, this time slower and deeper. Each stroke of his tongue was matched with a tantalizing thrust of his hips. He knew exactly how to get me firing on all cylinders. Heat blossomed and spread through my body. Maybe he was right. Four days did feel like an eternity.

      He grazed his teeth down the side of my neck, setting off a barrage of goose bumps. Releasing my wrists, he slid his hands down my body and started unbuttoning my jeans.

       Shit.

      “Alastair.”

      He looked at me, his green eyes cloudy with lust. I brushed my thumb over his mouth.

      “We have to stop.”

      A sexy grin curled his lips as he pushed down my jeans. “Not into hallway sex?”

      “No. I mean, yes but…oh! What the…”

      He lightly stroked the sensitive skin along my tailbone. The tingling sensation was euphoric, shooting up my spine, into my throat and back down to my toes.

      “We won’t limit this to the hallway. I plan to have you in every room.”

      Each caress heightened my arousal. No one had ever touched me there before and it was phenomenal. He pinned my arms against the wall again, holding on tighter. The overwhelming strength, both physical and sexual, was too much. I tried to wriggle out of his grasp.

      “Ah, Lia,” he said, his breath warm on my cheek. “Stay still. As much as I like it when you want to take charge, it’s my house. My rules.”

      That dominant stare was not of this world. I’d seen variations of it before but never so raw and focused. The veil he usually kept locked in place vanished, unleashing a torrent of want. I loved it. My heart raced as though I’d just finished running a marathon. Flexing his hips into mine once more, he grinned lasciviously.

      “This look” - he kissed me - “will never leave your face this weekend.”

      Being caught in his seductive bubble was proving to be too much for me to handle. I considered going full force with him, monthly lady visitor and all. Thankfully, that thought only lasted a split second.

      “I have my period.”

      A blurted phrase like that certainly alters the mood pretty damn quick. The world snapped into focus. Alastair paused, stared at me for a few seconds and stepped back. Confused, he cocked his head to the side.

      “Now? I thought you said it wasn’t due until Monday.”

      “I think being on a plane expedited the process.”

      “No hallway sex then.”

      The coy grin on his face stoked the inferno deep inside me. My mouth watered.

      “Not so fast, Holden.”

      I shoved his body against the wall. Shocked, he exhaled harshly. I kissed his neck.

      “You were saying about how you like it when I take charge? Don’t move.”

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