sensual contemporary romance
novella (approx. 22000 words)
When Fiona Campbell travels home to the Island of Kilrigh for her best friend’s wedding, she doesn’t count on meeting up with Brodie MacNeil, her childhood friend. Fiona can’t help but be charmed by the Laird’s handsome son – until he starts to tell her some home truths.
A city girl at heart, Fiona tries to resist his charms and his offer of a life together on the tiny island. Can Fiona heal the rift with her father enough to accept Brodie’s offer and take on the job as the island’s vet or will she walk out on the one man she truly loves?
She stripped off her own clothes with her back to him and glanced down at her naked body. Would he mind the smattering of freckles over her chest and arms? Her breasts, while big enough to fit a B-cup, were not exactly glamour model material. Hopefully he’d have worked out that the rug matched the curtains. It was reckless to go skinny dipping with someone as gorgeous as Brodie and put herself up for such scrutiny. But a big part of her was growing excited at the idea of being naked in the sea with him.
She covered her breasts with one arm and used the other to cover the hair at the apex of her thighs and walked gingerly into the water. Fiona was a good swimmer and as soon as she was deep enough to dive, she was under the surface, searching him out. When she found one of his legs, she pulled it from under him, rising out of the water to find him gasping and spluttering out seawater.
“I see you just declared war, Ms. Campbell,” he said as soon as he had caught his breath.
She swam away from him laughing. But he was a quick swimmer and caught up to her quickly, grabbing her ankle. She kicked against him but was unable to loosen his grip. He placed his other hand on her thigh and pulled her towards him, flipping her onto her back as he did so. As she grabbed hold of his neck, he wrapped her captured leg around his waist while she mirrored the movement with her other leg.
She found herself clinging on to him, their mouths less than an inch apart. Fiona could not help feeling that, somehow, ending up in this position had been inevitable.
His mouth was on hers, his tongue pushing though her lips and teeth and exploring her mouth. The salt mingled with his taste and she drank it in hungrily, her own tongue exploring wildly as her hips started to rock against his hard stomach. Fiona grabbed handfuls of his short black hair as she tried to consume him. Their moans matched the rhythm of their hips and despite the cold of the deep water, she felt him grow hard until his thick cock was nudging her entrance.
He dragged his mouth away from hers and kissed and laved his way down her throat and neck. He lifted her up slightly, adjusting her position and removing her from the sweet sensation of his prodding manhood. She was about to protest when his warm, wet lips surrounded one of her nipples and his tongue swept around the distended tip.
She groaned his name and threw her head back, relishing the thrills, which made their way from her breast to her core, leaving her sex aching and desperate for his touch.
“Fee,” he rasped into the flesh of her breast.
“If we go onto the beach, will you change your mind?”
“No,” she assured him, as she moved his head so that his mouth brushed over the other nipple. He groaned and clamped his lips over the rosy bud. Then he started to move towards the shore, still sucking on her breast.