Blurb: Naomi, a romance author with anxiety attacks, seeks help from an experimental dream therapy. The doctor's grad student assistant is a sexy Scotsman in a kilt. Their tentative relationship spirals out of control when they get close to the truth. Can their relationship survive? Will they?
Set-up for excerpt: This is after they've discovered the incident that caused her anxiety. Will is no longer the grad student assistant for the analyst she was seeing. So finally, they can act on mutual desires they've both been keeping in check. They're going to her apartment after having had an excellent dinner. Now for the dessert!
Naomi’s nerves were thrumming with anticipation. She could feel her nipples beading against the dress, the silky feel of the fabric only enhancing their sensitivity. She could feel the moisture leaking between her legs. The ride to her floor seemed to take forever. Finally, they got off and walked quickly to her door.
She fumbled with the lock but finally got the door open. She fell through it with Will right behind her. She turned to shut and lock the door.
Will moved her hair aside and kissed her neck, whispering in her ear, “At last, Ah’ve got you to mysel’. Ah’ve been waiting for this since the first time Ah saw you.” His tongue explored the taste of her skin before he nipped at her earlobe.
Naomi was trembling, shivering through arousal so intense she wasn’t sure she’d be able to speak. She drew in a long breath. “I’ve wanted you since I saw you in your kilt that first time.”
Will backed off, and she turned to feel herself pressed against the door, Will’s arousal hard against her, as his lips crushed hers. He drew back to lick at her lips, and she opened for him with a sigh. His tongue thrust into her mouth, and she reveled in the feeling of being consumed by him, as well as by her own passion. Their tongues dueled, caressing each other, exploring the taste of each other.
Will ran his hands down from her waist to her hips, then pulled her even more tightly against his erection, causing her to rub herself against him and moan.
Naomi’s hands were on his shoulders before moving up his neck to play with the hair on his nape. She tugged on it, and he groaned.
Will drew his face back to rest his forehead against hers as he stared into her eyes.
She felt a sudden terror when his eyes appeared to be black again. Then she looked more closely to see the corona of light blue that surrounded his hormonally-enlarged pupils.
He looked drugged as he asked in a rasp, “Bedroom?”
She smiled seductively. “Come with me.”
“You first.” He smiled. “But aye, Ah was plannin’ on that, too.”
She giggled, then took his hand and led him down the hall to her bedroom.
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