Page 59 of Never Tempt a Scot
“That’s it,” he growled. “Take your pleasure from me.”
And she did. She circled her hips in a way that felt good and hit all the small secret spots within her, until she reached a glorious peak where there was nothing left for her but to fall back to earth. He followed her over the cliff of ecstasy a moment later and buried his face against her neck.
She breathed his name and cradled his head as they held on to each other for a long while. She didn’t want to pull away. She wanted to stay connected to him as long as she could. But she knew they couldn’t, and when at last he separated them, he used a handkerchief to clean her before he helped fix her skirts. She was more than mortified when she came to her senses and realized what she had done. That she had made love in a coach like some wild, wanton creature.
“Don’t be ashamed.” Brodie pulled her into his side, curling an arm around her shoulders as he comforted her.
“But I am,” she replied. “What we did was .. .”
“Was perfectly natural, lass. We just didna use a bed.” He nuzzled her cheek, his soft laughter easing her embarrassment somewhat. She liked it when he was in a good mood. This was how she’d first pictured him that night of the ball, a charming rogue with no worries.
“Will you show me all the different ways to make love?” She pressed her head under his chin and burrowed into his welcoming warmth.
“Aye. I will,” he promised with a silky chuckle.
“Good, because if I am to be your mistress, I wish to know what all the fuss is about.”
His arms tightened around her body, and he kissed the crown of her hair. “I will make you happy.”
She believed him, even though her heart worried that it wouldn’t last. Rationally, she couldn’t see how it would be possible.
Joanna Kincade was sittingin the drawing room at Castle Kincade with her mother and older brother Ashton, talking about London and all their mutual friends, when a clamor outside had her leaping to her feet in alarm. A young footman burst into the room, his eyes darting around until he found her.
“My lady! An urgent message just arrived from Edinburgh.” He thrust a letter into her hands.
“What is it?” her mother, Regina, asked. She and Ashton came to stand on either side of Joanna.
“I honestly have no idea.” She broke the wax seal and unfolded the urgent missive.
“Read it aloud, my dear,” her mother prompted.
Joanna cleared her throat and began to read.
My dear Lady Kincade,
I write to you of the most dire and urgent of circumstances. I am in Edinburgh with a gentleman named Mr. Jackson Hunt. His eldest daughter, Lydia, has been abducted at knifepoint by Mr. Brodie Kincade, your husband’s brother. We believe that they are bound for Edinburgh, accompanied by your brother, Mr. Rafe Lennox. However, upon our arrival, we found no trace of them at the Lennox residence in Edinburgh. It occurred to me that perhaps Mr. Kincade chanced going to Castle Kincade, but I cannot be sure. Please send a response to the address below as quickly as you can.
Sincerely yours,
Jane Russell
Dowager Marchioness of Rochester
Joanna finished reading the letter and then looked to her older brother and her mother in shock.
“Abducted?” Regina muttered. “But why would Brodie take that poor girl? He is a little wild, perhaps, but then again, he is a Kincade, and we’ve seen how unpredictable they are.”
Ashton scowled and took the letter from Joanna to read it again. As a baron, Ashton should have had the least influence among the League of Rogues, all of whom were members of the peerage, but due to his clever work in the financial markets, he had amassed wealth and power far in excess of his title. And when necessary, he had used that power and influence to do whatever was needed, especially when it came to dealing with Rafe’s actions.
“That bloody fool,” Ashton growled.
“Brodie?” Joanna asked.
“No, Rafe. I have a suspicion our brother is at the root of whatever trouble this is. He’s likely having a good laugh at Brodie’s expense.”
“But why abduct Lydia Hunt? She’s so sweet, and oh, Ash, wemusttell Brock and Rosalind. They will know what to do about Brodie.”
“Know what to do about whom?” Rosalind, Ashton’s wife and Brock’s sister, said as she appeared in the doorway.
