Scotland to the Max by Grace Burrowes

Author:Grace Burrowes
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781941419649
Publisher: Grace Burrowes Publishing

Chapter Eleven

Jeannie had had flings before—not many, but enough that another should follow a predictable pattern: interest, anticipation, opening moves, the highlights reel, the smile and wave farewell. Sometimes, the progression took a few weeks to run its course, sometimes a few hours. Harmless pleasure, a little comfort, and heigh-ho, life goes on.

Max Maitland was different. A fling didn’t look shy and adorable while admitting he was “in trouble.”

A fling didn’t have that talk about expectations. A lack of expectations was obvious when flinging.

A fling didn’t schedule everything—food, hikes, sex, conversations—at the convenience of pint-sized tyrant, not that Jeannie had had any flings since Henry had been born.

“Having second thoughts?” Max asked as they trooped into the kitchen.

“The thoughts I’m having do not fit that description, Mr. Maitland.”

Max sat at the table so Jeannie could wrest Henry from his infant pack, a tiny consideration for Henry’s safety that Jeannie might not have thought of herself.

“He’s sinking fast,” Max said, brushing a finger over Henry’s cheek. “Let’s do the dido-check and get him snuggled up.”

Henry yawned his way through the rest of the routine—diaper check, quiet walk to the spare bedroom in the earl’s apartment, a few soft sighs with Bear-Bear’s ear clutched in one tiny fist, the blanket binding between the fingers of the other.

And then he was asleep.

“I want to hurry,” Jeannie said as she and Max beheld that greatest gift to any child-minder, a peacefully sleeping baby. “But if we hurry, he’ll know, and then he’ll wake up at the worst possible moment.”

“I want to hurry too.” Max tucked the blanket up around Henry’s shoulders. “My eagerness has nothing to do with His Highness’s mommy-management radar.”

He took Jeannie by the hand, led her from the room, and closed the door save for a few inches. They hadn’t even made it three steps down the hallway—three quick steps—before Max had her up against the wall, his mouth on hers.

Free climbers probably had a word for what Jeannie did next. She got one leg around Max’s hip, braced herself with her back to the wall, secured the second leg, wrapped her arms around his shoulders, and ascended into his kiss.

And oh heavens, to devour Max was lovely. To be simply a woman awash in desire and anticipation, her hands free to roam broad shoulders, a strong back, trim hips, and a muscular butt…

He eased her away from the wall and carried her, still wrapped around him, to the master bedroom. Jeannie rested her head on his shoulder and remained in his arms even when they’d arrived beside the bed.

“I don’t want to let you go.” Foolish words, also the truth.

“Be a challenge undressing, which does seem to be a necessary part of the proceedings.”

Engineers. She let her legs slide down his flanks. “I’m out of practice.”

“Thank God,” Max said, stepping away and pulling his T-shirt over his head. “If this is you out of practice, then Jeannie Cromarty at the top of her game would be my last, best memory. I’m out of practice too, but it all comes back to me when you look at me like that.

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