“You’re a good lassie,” I say, wrapping my arms around her. I’m still in her, still riding the aftershocks of bliss. She holds onto me like she’s afraid of falling, so I draw her even closer. “That was fucking amazing.”
“Wasn’t it, though?” she says on a whisper.
I can’t help but chuckle, because she’s so cute.
I wasn’t anticipating she’d be like this. It never even dawned on me that I’d be attracted to Aitkens’ daughter.
Attracted? Hell, that doesn’t even begin to describe how I feel about her.
“I can’t believe you fucked me outside like this, where anyone in the world could see,” she says with a little smile. Now that she’s coming down from her high, she blinks around us as if just realizing where we are.
“Oh, aye,” I say with a chuckle. “Anyone who’s on their damn rooftops, maybe? Astronauts, perhaps, or someone with nighttime vision? Must alert the military.”
“You never know,” she says, shaking her head, but her lips twitch with amusement. She sighs in contentment. “Oh, that wasso good.”
“Mmm, aye, lassie, ’twas.” I hold her to me. I like the feel of her in my arms, the way her breathing slows and syncs with mine. I like the way I can feel her heartbeat against my chest, and the way she smiles.
“Alright, confession time. I’m fucking starving. I seem to recall we have dessert waiting for us. Let’s clean up and go downstairs, aye?”
“Aye,” she says. “Though it is delightful up here.”
“We’ll come back again.”
“Promise?”
There’s a childlike candor to her question as her eyes meet mine that makes me want to give her anything in the world.
Warning,my gut warns.
I can’t fall for the woman. I’ve brought her here for a reason, and my purpose here is vividly clear. If I let myself get all soft and sympathetic, if I let even the slightest inkling of real feeling in, I’ll fuck everything up.
And I will not do that.
When I give my word, I mean it.
And I gave my word I’d defend the honor of my Clan, that I’d seek vengeance for the wrongs committed against us.
I have to move us away from the magical rooftop, before I do something ridiculous like propose.
“Let’s go downstairs. Have a wee midnight snack, hmm?”
I reach for the back of my shirt and yank it off to clean us up.
“Oh, my,” she says, her eyebrows shooting upward. “Can’t believe I just fucked you and didn’t know… you looked likethat.Someone’s been bench-pressing, hmmm?”
I grin at her. “Oh, this?” I look down at my chest with mock modesty. “Eh, bloody nothing. Was born with it.”
“You fucking weren’t!”
I grin at her. “I live in the mountains, lassie. I chop wood for sport. We all do.”
She slides her fingers over my naked chest, still sweat-slicked from making love.
“Oh?” she says. “I’ve landed myself a mountain man, have I?”
“Aye, lassie, you have.” I tug a strand of hair. “Is that a fantasy of yours or something?”
“Um,yes?Of course. It’s every woman’s fantasy.” Her voice grows a little husky. “Would you wear a plaid kilt for me?”
