Drop It Like It's Scot by Caroline Lee

Author:Caroline Lee
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Highland
Published: 2020-09-23T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 7

FORTY-EIGHT. Forty-nine. Fifty.

With a grunt, Alistair stretched his arms, holding his plank-straight body off the floor of his solar for as long as he could. When his arms began to shake, he blew out a frustrated breath and rolled over onto his back.

This was the moment where he’d exhale, and all of the tension he’d been carrying would disappear. A moment of clarity he’d come to crave over the last years.

But since that first encounter with Lara, here in this very room, nothing had been the same. The calisthenics didn’t relax him, not the way coming at her command had.

And last night there’d been a moment, right after he’d spilled his seed against her womb, when everything had become so damnably clear. He’d relaxed in a way he’d never had before.

‘Twas like his responsibilities didn’t matter. His work, his stress, his plans just didn’t matter. All that mattered was having her in his arms and keeping her there.

She’d been his, if only for a short time. Aye, she’d been someone else’s first, ‘twas true. But now she was his, and he didn’t want to give her up.

Cursing himself, he rolled to his feet and padded barefoot toward the basin of water and drying cloths the servants kept for him. As he washed the sweat from his neck and arms, he wondered if she’d been the one to arrange this. Lara had been helping with the household for as long as he’d been helping with clan business.

She’d been taking care of him for years, had she not?

Blankly, Alistair stared down at the rag in his hands. Had he made the right decision? Leaving her this morning had been one of the hardest things he’d ever done. She’d been so perfect in his arms with her legs wrapped around his, and her hair spilling across his chest. He was hard and aching as soon as he’d woken, her scent teasing him.

But he’d known the household woke early, and although ‘twas before dawn, he didn’t want to take any chances. If someone saw him exiting Lara’s room, they might think the worst of her. And that was something he didn’t want.

So he’d untangled himself, brushed a kiss across her brow, smiled when she’d murmured and rolled over, then he’d slipped out the door.

And now, he couldn’t concentrate on anything. His morning ride hadn’t helped, the sparring with Rocque hadn’t helped, and when he’d sat to add the columns in his ledgers, the numbers all seemed to run together.

Which is why he’d stripped out of his plaid and had begun his first round of exercises.

Four rounds later, he had to admit, naught worked. He was doomed, all because he couldn’t stop thinking of her.

And how good he felt when he was with her.

With a sigh, he dragged the wet rag across his skin, hoping ‘twould last until he could go to the loch to bathe again. He was just reaching for his kilt when there was a knock at the door.

“Just a moment,” he called, swinging the material around him and securing his belt.

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