To Tempt A Scotsman. Victoria Dahl
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at dinner with a sly look in his direction. Surely he was mature enough to spend one day with her without succumbing to his lust.
He led Thor out and mounted, then made sure to look impatient as he waited. She ignored his show, chatting with the now-lively stable hand and sending Collin only the occasional glance.
She looked like a dream in the early morning light. Fresh and lovely and impossibly young. Her dark, unruly hair had been tamed into a shiny black braid that fell nearly to her waist. Still, nothing could keep the curls completely under control. Several strands had already escaped to float against her cheeks, teasing the dimples that were nearly always in evidence.
She wore a royal blue riding habit that mirrored the color of her eyes. Her tiny hat seemed constructed only of net and ribbon; it reminded him of the freckles on her nose and how different she was from other women, never worrying over keeping her skin fair and perfect. Perhaps she was too rich to worry over white skin.
The boy led her horse to the block and she mounted her mare as she did everything—with grace and ease. The way she moved through the world pulled at him and he couldn’t keep his eyes from watching her.
She would leave tomorrow, he reminded himself, and the gods be praised.
“Ready?” he grumbled.
In answer, she urged her horse out of the yard at a trot. Collin smiled at the beauty of the mare’s gait and followed.
He rode behind her for a long while but found it torturous to watch her small body move so fluidly in the saddle. Worse, she kept turning to flash him a delighted smile that caught at his breath. So when they came to a wide, grassy meadow, he urged Thor to his full speed and quickly passed her by.
He stayed just ahead of her and they rode for miles in silence. They cut over to the coast and followed it, sometimes at a run and sometimes at a more gentle pace, until the sun shone bright and hot above them. The sea wind whipped salt air over their skin until he could taste it on his lips, and the water glinted blue and white as far as he could see. When Thor slowed to a walk, Alexandra pulled Brinn next to him.
Collin looked unwillingly in her direction. “There’s a copse of trees just ahead. Would you like to stop? Have a drink?”
Her eyes beamed as she nodded, the bright blue soaking in the sparkle of the water’s shine.
Thor snorted and nudged the mare roughly. “I’ll need to tether him a good distance away. I think he’s gotten her scent.”
She looked at Thor and then up at him. “Yes, I think he has,” she said simply, but heat crept into his face and Collin was relieved when she pulled away to ride toward the small grove of trees. Collin led Thor a good thirty yards away before he walked back to join her.
“Water?” He held out the skin and looked over the sea as she drank her fill. “You’re a fine rider,” he finally said, uncomfortable with the silence.
“Thank you.” She smiled and gave no hint of false modesty. He looked back to the glinting waves.
“Collin.” She touched his arm.
He cringed at the soft sound of his name on her lips and took the water from her. But as he reached for it, their fingers brushed and his eyes traveled inexorably to her mouth. A tiny drop of moisture clung to her bottom lip and he had the overwhelming urge to lean down and brush it away with a kiss. A moment passed, then two. The flick of her pink tongue licked the drop away and set fire to Collin’s blood.
With a muttered curse and a few sharp, silent words for himself, he tipped the skin up to his mouth, praying the cold, sweet water would tamp the heat in his body. He swallowed and swallowed, desperate to ignore her. But she refused to be ignored, damn her, and her warm fingers were suddenly on him, stroking down his neck.
He jerked from the caress, choking, and bent over at the waist to cough, strangling on shock and water. She started to slap his back, but he stood and stepped away from her as soon as her palm hit his body.
“What are you doing?” he gasped.
“Trying to help.”
“No, not that! The other…”
She shrugged and sent him the first shy smile he’d seen cross her lips. “I couldn’t help it.”
“Couldn’t help what?”
“Touching you.”
He drew back from her, took another panicked step away and held up a hand to ward her off, but he only received a fierce frown in return.
“You needn’t look so horrified.”
“Lady Alexandra,” he started, cringing at the desperate edge of his voice.
“I was under the impression that my interest was returned.”
“My God, girl, you’re the sister of a duke!”
“Well, what does that have to do with anything?”
He stared at her open-mouthed, incredulous. “I am a Scotsman, a bastard.”
“Well, I’m a fallen woman—a whore as far as society is concerned.” She shrugged. “The idea is only enhanced by my brother’s title.”
Unable to think of anything to say to that, he threw his hands in the air, rolling his eyes in disgust.
Her eyes narrowed at him, seemed to threaten something as she took a purposeful step forward. His body tensed to jump away, but he forced himself to be still. She was just a wee girl, after all.
“Collin?” How did she make his name into a caress? She took another step. “I thought…” Her hand lifted and inched toward him. He wanted to shy like a wild, wary horse as he followed its inexorable progress toward his neck. “I’ve seen you watching me,” she finally said as her fingers brushed his skin.
He felt his eyes close, felt a groan rumble up his throat and into her hand.
“I thought you wanted me, too,” she whispered, the words soft with something close to doubt.
Don’t answer her, he told himself. Just walk away. But his lips moved of their own accord. “My God, Alexandra. Don’t all men want you?”
“No, of course not. No. Even if they did, it wouldn’t matter to me. But you…You’re so lovely.”
His eyes flew open and locked with hers. “That’s ridiculous,” he rasped, but he was reaching for her as he spoke. His hand curled around her nape, the heat of her skin seeping into his palm. He watched her pale neck arch into his grip before his gaze slid to her lips.
“This is a mistake.” The words fell from his mouth even as he lowered it to hers.
She sighed, a sweet brush of warmth against his mouth, and then a searing whip of fire when she touched the tip of her tongue to his bottom lip. She shuddered—or he did—and he opened his lips to possess her.
Heat, he thought. She tasted like heat and lust and sweetness. Her small hand smoothed from his neck to the curls of hair just above his collar and clutched him there, and Collin felt his cock swell.
Jesus, he must be mad. He had to let her go, but he couldn’t stop his hand from curving over her waist and pulling her hard against his arousal. Wisps of panic iced his veins, but between her fiery mouth and clutching hand all he could think of was having more of her.
The roundness of her backside tempted the edge of his palm. Even as he thought of exploring it, he realized he’d already swept his arm down, and now he found her gorgeous bottom cupped in his hand, the perfect shape to fill it.
A small sound vibrated into his mouth. A tantalizing sound, something between a purr and a moan. Searing lust shot through him like fire, banishing his alarm, and he groaned and pressed his hips against her belly.
The sun shone hot on them, and Collin felt her hand slide up under his coat and then the shock of her fingers pressing into his