How the Scot Was Won by Caroline Linden

Author:Caroline Linden [Linden, Caroline]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Caroline Linden

9

Felix Duncan lay in bed, arms folded behind his head, and stared at the dark canopy above him.

All his life people had told him he was a clever lad: tutors, his father, professors, grateful clients, even judges. Tonight, he was fairly certain those people had lied to him.

But he was a good lawyer. He’d been taught to make logical arguments at his father’s knee before he was out of shortcoats. Think before you speak, Lachlan had lectured him; speak before you act, and when you do speak and act, do it decisively.

Too late for that, Da, he thought darkly.

Tomorrow they would return to Edinburgh. His golden chance to repair the rift between him and Agnes was almost over. Things had been going well, until Perth—and she’d barely spoken to him since.

It was time to analyze the situation with the logical side of his brain. Think, he commanded himself.

It was shocking—and lowering—to learn Agnes believed he’d only made love to her because he was drunk. Whisky hadn’t made him want to kiss her and hold her and lay her across his lap so he could feast on her and pleasure her. Whisky had made him forget that he wasn’t supposed to do it, no matter how much he wanted to, but the desire to do it had preceded the whisky by weeks.

But it was a marked departure from his earlier behavior. Before, he’d been a gentleman, charming and flirtatious yet strictly respectable. And she no doubt thought he would continue to behave like a gentleman when she took his arm at the Assembly Rooms. Which he would have done, probably, if she hadn’t asked if he meant to kiss her.

The memory of that was enough to make him hard again. He could still hear her voice, gasping yes as he cupped her breast. Could still taste her skin, so warm and soft and flushed with desire. Could still feel her arms around him, her fingers digging into his shoulders, urging him on. Could still remember how hot and wet she was when she climaxed around his fingers—

With a curse he flung himself out of bed and opened the window, letting in the cold wind.

If she could see him now, she wouldn’t doubt how much he wanted her, he thought wryly. But Agnes didn’t want to discuss what had happened. Aside from his apology in the maze, that topic had ruined every conversation with her since.

And he should know why. Didn’t he hate it when his father kept battering away at something he didn’t want to speak of? His efforts to apologize were only making her uncomfortable. Felix inhaled deeply, the frigid air bracing to both mind and body. He had to let it go.

However, they had managed to talk about other things; she’d even laughed and punched his arm. There lay the foundation of his hopes.

A thump sounded overhead. Felix glanced upward, but nothing followed. He shrugged it off, and was getting back into bed when a door slammed.

He sat up. Stormont was an old house, with thick walls of stone and stout oak doors.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.