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“God, Lewis! You’re so randy. Have you been lying here all day having dirty thoughts while I’ve been out at classes?”
“Pretty much.” Smirking, he runs a hand through his hair, messing it up even more. “But I’ve got you to blame for that.”
“Oh? Am I so attractive that, even when you’re not in my presence, you can’t stop thinking about me?”
He considers this then nods. “Aye, you’re fucking gorgeous, but that’s not what I meant. I was out exploring Glasgow earlier but got completely drenched, so I came back. I got a bit bored, so I had a wee rummage around, and . . . I found your secret stash of naughty books.”
My cheeks warm. “Wait, what?”
He lifts the book he’s been reading: Rival Clans, Secret Riches from Aurora McKenna’s Highland Hearts and Hidden Treasures series.
Oh my God. Lewis and I have always told each other more or less everything, but my love of spicy historical romances is something I’ve kept to myself. Mortified, I wait for him to give me stick for enjoying “trash”, but instead he says, “It’s so good! I’m almost done. I really hope they find the treasure in the end. After all they’ve been through, they deserve it—Eilidh, especially. I’m rooting for her.”
“Wait, you’re properly reading it? Not just skimming through it for the naughty bits?”
“Aye, although I am paying extra attention to those scenes.” He shrugs shamelessly.
I perch down on the bed, my embarrassment giving way to interest. “Did they . . . turn you on?” I trace patterns on his bare leg, his soft hairs tickling my fingers.
“Of course. I mean, that scene in the great hall, where it was just Douglas and Eilidh, and Douglas said he wanted a feast? Except he wasn’t talking about food but . . .” Lewis’s gaze drifts downwards and settles on my lap. “Let’s just say I made a few mental notes. There are some things I’m keen to try out.”
A wave of heat floods my body. Since he explored me that first night, Lewis’s tentative touches have grown in confidence. He approaches my pleasure with curiosity and fascination, eager to experiment. He’s not at all embarrassed about asking questions or seeking feedback—all that matters to him is finding out what I like. Just knowing he’s been reading one of my books and drawing inspiration from it is incredibly hot.
“But,” Lewis goes on, “some of the words the author uses—ha! His staff? Her hidden garden? Once it was claymore and scabbard—I chuckled at that. Another time, he pushed his dick into her feminine folds.”
That’s the one thing Lewis hasn’t done yet. We’ve tried pretty much everything, save for actual sex.
“I doubt he pushed his ‘dick’ in,” I say. “More likely it was his love lance or something.”
Lewis throws his head back and laughs. “Ha! I’ve not come across love lance—I’d have remembered that. Anyway . . .” He cocks his head to the side. “Are you going to stay in those wet clothes, or . . . ?”
“Hmm. Well, I suppose this top is pretty damp.” I pull it off and throw it aside. “That’s better.”
His gaze, predictably, drops to my cleavage. You’d think it was his first time seeing me in just a bra, but no. He’s seen every inch of me, and yet whenever I take off a piece of clothing, this daft look crosses his face and he completely forgets where my eyes are. He’s such a boy, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t flattered by the attention.
“So . . .” I bite my lip, unsure how he’ll react to what I’m about to suggest. “What would you think about . . . acting out one of the scenes from the book?”
He sits up straighter. “I’d be up for that.”
“Really?”
He nods. “I’m pretty sure I can channel my inner Highland warrior. How about the scene where she’s tending to his wounds by the campfire and then . . . well . . .”
“Isn’t that the one where they have sex for the first time?” I’d been thinking more along the lines of the great hall scene.
A mischievous smile tugs at Lewis’s lips. He’s suggested we go all the way a few times now, but I’ve wanted to take thing slow. It seems this is his latest attempt to test the waters.
“Well . . .” I consider his suggestion. “Okay.”
“What?” Surprise flickers across his face. “You’re kidding, right?”
“Nope.”
“Let’s be clear here. Are you saying I can put my cock inside your . . . feminine folds?”
“Not if you use that word. Aurora McKenna can get away with it because her stories are set centuries ago. It sounds bloody weird coming out of your mouth.”
He grins. “All right, fine. Your pussy.”
