Page 58 of Never Tempt a Scot
Lydia raised a brow. “Aren’t you busy enough with Fanny?”
“Fanny?” he asked.
“My new maid? I saw her leave your room yesterday morning.”
“Oh yes, her. That was just once. We had our fun, but she’s taking her post as your maid far too seriously and won’t come back to my bed now.”
“Youpoorthing,” Lydia retorted.
“Aha! So you do have claws!” He threw his head back and laughed. “Oh, kitten, you are too sweet. Well, because you delight me, I’ll tell you this. You have the Scot tied up in knots. He thoroughly enjoyed last night,a bit too mucheven. Whatever you are doing, I suggest you keep it up, my dear. I want to see how the fellow handles it.”
She crossed her arms over her chest. “Why does this amuse you? He is your friend. Shouldn’t you be trying to help him?”
“Kitten, there is one thing you should know about me. The thing I take pleasure in, theonlything, is making this drab existence we call life more interesting. And so far, you and Brodie have beenmostentertaining.” With a knowing smirk, Rafe got up to see to the coach.
“Are all men so blasted frustrating?” she muttered to herself.
“Only the best ones,” Rafe answered over his shoulder, his ears far sharper than she’d realized.
Lydia left a few coins that Brodie had given her for the barmaid on the table and joined Rafe outside. She took her seat and waited for the gentlemen to join her, but only Brodie got into the coach.
“Is Mr. Lennox riding on the top seat or is he riding a horse alongside us?” she asked.
“He’s up top for a little while. He doesn’t mind sitting with his servants. We should be in Edinburgh in two hours, hopefully.”
“Oh, that’s a relief. I don’t think I can stand much more of this coach.” She shot a hopeful look at him. “I don’t suppose you have any more books?”
“Aye.” He reached under his seat, and she browsed the handful he held out, choosing a book on the history of Stuart England. She began to read, but after a short while she became aware of Brodie watching her.
“You aren’t reading?” she asked. Her voice was huskier than she wished it to be.
“No, I’m afraid I’m too distracted, lass,” he answered, his voice deep and almost silky.
She sighed and rolled her eyes. “I cannot understand you, Mr. Kincade. This morning you would barely speak to me at breakfast, you did not even stay in bed with me—”
She squeaked in surprise as he lunged for her. When he captured her in his arms, he pulled her onto his lap. He was careful not to touch the arm where she’d been injured.
“Hush, lass, let a man have what he wants. Why do you think I was so ready to be off? The sooner we reach Edinburgh, the sooner I can have you all to myself in a proper bedchamber where no one will bother us for days, except to bring us food.”
Lydia stared at him. “Days?”
“Days,” he echoed as he cupped her neck and urged her to lean into him so he could brush his lips over hers.
She surrendered to his kiss, and he managed to distract her from all other thoughts. He moved his mouth to her neck, gently scraping his teeth along her skin before he nipped her. She jolted as a sharp pang of need shot straight to her womb.
“Be bad with me, Lydia. Let me show you a way to pass the hours ahead.” He murmured the tempting words in her ear, and she found herself nodding eagerly before she could stop herself. He slid his hands up her skirts, teasing her calves and her thighs, and she wriggled on his lap. When he reached the apex of her thighs, she wanted to beg him to hurry, but he took his time. He unfastened his trousers and urged her to lift her hips. Then he was pulling her down on his erect shaft. The sudden sensation from this new angle was so very different than the previous night when he had lain on top of her. She felt fuller sitting on top of him like this.
“What’s the matter, lass?” he whispered as he kissed her.
“This is different than the last time,” she gasped before kissing him back.
“Different how?” He rocked her up and down on him. It was becoming harder and harder to think, with the building pleasure between them.
“It feels full ... almost too much,” she confessed in a whisper.
He smiled. “Lass, how you flatter me.” He captured her lips again in a raw, open-mouthed kiss, and she buried her hands in his hair, fisting the thick, dark strands as she rolled her hips, feeling him move inside her at the same time.
The gentleness that had begun as an echo of last night gave way to a frantic coupling. Brodie grasped her bottom under her skirts as he lifted her and jerked her down onto him. She broke free of his kiss to gasp and clutch his shoulders as he used her in the most delicious way.
