My Fierce Highlander (Highland Adventure Series Book 1) by Vonda Sinclair

Author:Vonda Sinclair [Sinclair, Vonda]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Scotland, Highlander, Romance
ISBN: 9781469941080
Publisher: Createspace
Published: 2010-12-31T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

Gwyneth didn’t care for Alasdair’s mood in the least. Pacing by the bath tub, he seemed to be barely suppressing his rage. But he had a right to it if Baigh had murdered his father.

Alasdair’s eyes had been cutting in their intensity while he’d questioned her. Now they darkened and strayed to the water of her bath. Despite the flickering dimness of the firelight, maybe he could actually see through the thin white smock that floated over her. She did not want him to see her naked. Did she?

No, indeed.

On the morrow, the whole of Kintalon Castle would likely be wagging their tongues over what their laird had done, barging in on her bath. They might even surmise what had happened yesterday—a quick shocking tryst in his bedchamber.

“Would you be willing to step outside while I dress? The water is turning cold.”

One corner of Alasdair’s lips lifted, and his eyes turned devilish. “I was hoping you’d invite me to join you.”

“No!”

Clearly, he now thought to make free use of her body any time he chose. He no longer respected her, and why should he?

“I’m in need of a bath.” He unfastened his bronze brooch and let the upper portion of his plaid fall behind him. His hand went to his leather belt. She closed her eyes before he unclasped it. A buckle thudded upon the floor. His linen shirt brushed over his skin in a whisper.

Oh, good lord, I’m trapped, naked.

Covering her front as best she could with the sodden smock, she pushed to her feet in the center of the tub. Water sluiced down her body and from her hair. The cool air sent chills and gooseflesh over her skin.

She snatched a brief glimpse of Alasdair standing nude a few feet away. He was built like a pagan deity and displayed a full erection. Though she’d touched him there before, and had his raw power inside her, that didn’t stop her from wishing the room was dark. Now, she didn’t have the fog of arousal to dull her inhibitions.

Trying not to look at him, as well as keep herself covered, she stepped from the tub. Water drained from her smock onto the carpet.

Alasdair moved toward her. She scuttled away and retreated behind a wooden screen.

Please don’t let him follow.

His brief, low chuckle echoed off the stone walls, and water splashed.

He took supreme delight in her discomfiture, didn’t he? I’m the greatest fool.

She peered around the edge of the screen and found him sitting in the tub. While it had almost swallowed her whole, he fit into it perfectly.

“This water isn’t cold,” he said. “I’m thinking you’ve never bathed in Loch Morlich.”

No, indeed. She didn’t bathe in lochs.

She dressed quickly in a clean, dry smock and dressing gown. Both were too thin for her comfort. Determined not to tempt him or fall for his seductive charms again, she also put on her arisaid and belted the bulky, woolen plaid about her waist.

“M’lady, I wonder, would you be willing to help a man with his bath? I cannot reach my back.

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