A Naughty interview with Ian...
Eliza: Welcome Ian! Thank you so much for joining me this morning! Would you care for some coffee? I think I can dig up a little Scottish whiskey if you like. I here Lawson’s is really good *giggle*
Ian: *pretends to pout* The Lawson’s have nothing on me, me dear Eliza. *breaks out into a sexy grin as he struts his stuff*
E: Oh, no, you are definitely top notch, Ian. So can you tell the readers a little about yourself?
I: Oh, aye. What do ye want to ken?
E: Hmm…anything!
I: Me twin, Donell, left me as laird of the clan. I’m just a wee bit over 6’5, with dark brown hair and green eyes. Since I spend a lot of time outdoors, I’ve always got a tan—and the ladies are quite surprised to see me bum is just as tan as the rest of me.
E: *Wishes she could ask to see his, um, bum.* What do you like to do for fun?
I: I love to hunt, to train with the men, ride me horse, and of course, I used to love the ladies—but now that I have me own true love, I only have eyes for her. *winks*
E: *Nearly melts from that sexy little gesture* I suppose all those activities are what keep you in such fabulous shape?
I: Exactly.
E: What is your favorite color?
I: I love the color green. It reminds me of the rolling hills of the highlands in spring.
E: Mmm…sounds beautiful.
I: Oh ‘tis. And is most pleasing to the eyes when a bonny young lass lays upon its dewy softness, her eyes filled with passion.
E: *Opens mouth, then shuts again* I’ve heard you are quite the entertainer in that arena.
I: *Laughs, and stretches arms across the back of the couch*
E: So, Ian. *Shifting in seat* Do you have a question for our readers?
I: Aye, I do. What is yer favorite color and why?
E: Very interesting question! I can’t wait to see what people say.
I: Ye don’t get off that easy, Ms. Eliza. What is yer favorite color?
E: Actually it is green, and for partly the same reason you gave. I love the way green shows up all over the place in spring, bringing with it soft breezes and clean fresh air. It’s calming, refreshing and gets my imagination really flowing.
I: Ever been with a lover on the soft green grass? *slow grin spreads on his face*
E: Uh-uh bad boy, this is my interview! Thanks for being here with us today!
I: ‘Twas a pleasure, lassy.
Excerpt...
Natalie Blackwood woke to the feel of a stubbly chin grazing her neck and coarse fingertips running up the length of her ribs. She moaned from the delectable sensation. Her eyelids slipped closed, only to pop back open a second later.
Warm green eyes, fringed by dark lashes, captured her gaze. Natalie took in the handsome chiseled features and warm full lips. Lips that only moments before had been on her skin.
“Dinnae be afraid, lass.”
Oh.... His Scottish burr was like a sinful caress. What a perfect fantasy.
“I’m not afraid.” She flashed a smile and was rewarded with a devilish wink and wolfish grin from the sexy man.
Natalie glanced about the room, sighing in contentment. An avid history buff and Gaelic instructor, this was her dream. She didn’t think she could have imagined it any better.
“A saucy lady, eh?” He leaned down to nibble along her chin.
“Only for you,” she teased, gliding her hands along his arms, massaging his shoulders.
“Aye, only for me.”
His lips descended on her mouth, claiming her, his tongue delving in and rubbing against hers. Tendrils of yearning curled their way around her insides. Her pussy pulsed, quickly flooding, waiting for him to plunge inside. He tasted of spices…cinnamon.
His hands slid down the length of her taut abdomen and caressed the curve of her hip. She swayed her hips closer, urging him to continue with his exploration.
“Yer so tiny, me little vixen,” he mumbled as his mouth traveled from hers to taste her neck.
His breath was hot against her skin, so real, so genuine. Was it possible she wasn’t fantasizing?
His hands gripped her ass, kneading the muscle and flesh, before sliding lower to caress and massage her thighs.
Natalie moaned, and nipped at his neck, letting her hands probe the muscles of his back and chest.
“What’s yer name?” he breathed, his lips lowering to capture a taut nipple. He suckled gently, then harder.
What was her name? He was taking away all rational notions from her mind. “Natalie,” she moaned.
“Natalie. Verra pretty.”