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“She is a widow from the village. We’ve known each other a long time. Her name is Alana.”
Amelia’s brazen confidence continued. “And did you have a nightly tryst in your work room? You did say that’s what it was used for on party nights.”
Jamie laughed, a hearty, happy sound.
“Nay. We might have, but I don’t make it a habit of having trysts with guests during events where my mother is hosting.”
Amelia was confused and angered that this knowledge of him not having bedded Alana gave her a little spark of pleasure. But the wine smoothed out the pointed ends of her discomfort and she rode the wave of warmth as it made her stand and wander to the bookshelves surrounding them. Jamie stood up as well, leaning against the mantle again, watching her as she made her journey.
“And what do you like to read?” She turned to face him and let her gaze linger over the muscled arm on the mantle, threatening to burst through the shirt. He hadn’t worn a cravat, and so his shirt was open at the top, light chest hair visible.
Amelia licked her lips waiting for an answer.
* * *
God, but she was driving him wild. She didn’t realize how her brief release of anger at him during this time in the library had given her a beautiful, almost angelic glow. She was smiling, she was happy. She was incredibly intelligent. And, now she walked around the room, her ample curves creating shadows on her body from the firelight.
Was she doing it on purpose? Licking her lips in the way that made his cock start to stiffen? He kept his gaze on her as he finished his cup of wine. She did watch me, after all. Maybe she’s not still angry about the other night. Was she jealous of his former mistress? He had rejected her advances but why? Because a blond, red-lipped beauty was filling his mind.
“Jamie? I asked what you like to read.”
“Ach, yes.I..uh, well, my father always wanted me tae read as many different books as possible. So, I read science, philosophy, theology, and Latin of course. But, my favorite are adventure stories me da used to tell me: The Odyssey, Beowulf, and the like.”
The smile that his answer created on her face nearly bowled him over. He had to move. The heat of his body and the heat of his fire was creating something dangerous in him. Move, must move. He walked around the other side of the room, so that they were across from each other, and he gazed fondly at the old volumes his father so loved.
He didn’t notice Amelia walking around the room to meet him on his side.
He looked up sharply at her approach. She stood with her back against the wall, hands behind her, looking at him with her blue eyes of ice, but now they seemed molten. “My father would tell me stories as well. I love Beowulf, but I wish authors would tell stories about strong women characters. Bold women, going on adventures, pillaging and plundering, and taking what it is they desire.” She kept her gaze on him, and he watched her breasts move up and down following a steady rhythm.Was that a slight quickening of breath?
Jamie copied her movements and leaned back against the shelf, his head turned toward her, arms crossed over his broad chest, and he smiled.
“Aye, they should. ‘Tis one story I’d particularly like tae read. ‘Tis about a blond bonny lass who roams and swears in the dark hallways of an ancient castle and finds her way to the bedchamber of the devilishly handsome prince.” He smiled at her, waiting to see what she’d do next.
For a brief moment, Amelia’s eyes widened and redness spread from her chest and neck to her face. But then she smiled and pushed back off from the wall to stand before him. With surprise, Jamie stood up and uncrossed his arms, his smile gone.
Amelia said, her voice low, almost like a purr. “And what did this young lass do after she found the devilishly handsome prince?” She was so close, her chest was almost touching his.
Jamie still hadn’t recovered his composure. “I...uh...I believe she ran off down the hallway in fear for the handsome prince is dangerous, and she doesn’t want him tae come within an arm’s length. ”
“Hmm....” Amelia put her finger to her mouth. “That doesn’t quite sound like the female character I would want to read about.”
Good God had he ever been more surprised in his life? This woman who’d avoided him at any chance she got had turned into a bold fox pressing him up against the library wall teasing him with her eyes and her lips and her curves.
He groaned inwardly and felt his cock rise to attention, and he feared he might impale her in the stomach if she came any closer.
Amelia reached up and put her hands on his chest. She could feel the warmth through his shirt, and with the wine giving her the strength and courage, she went on her tiptoes and pressed her lips to his. She felt Jamie freeze, and she started to pull away, feeling the embarrassment at being thus rejected.
But as she moved to take a step back and break the kiss, she felt Jamie’s arms slide around her waist and pull her towards him. He turned his head and began to respond urgently, his mouth opening, his lips begging hers to part for him.
At the urging of his tongue, Amelia opened her mouth to his, letting a small groan escape into his mouth as his lips moved, tasting, drinking her in, as if she was the best thing he’d ever tasted. Her hands slid up his shoulders and onto his neck, holding him in place, so that she could taste more of him. He tasted like raw man, with a hint of sweet red wine.
Jamie’s hands roamed her waist and gained confidence as they moved, slowly making their way to her backside, and once he laid his hands there, he crushed her to his hips, and she felt his member pressing into her abdomen, causing a shock of heat to soar through her whole body.
Their lips parted, and their quickened breaths were heard over the sound of the storm. Amelia moaned as Jamie planted kisses of fire down her neck, and then she used her hands to return his mouth to hers, their lips dueling for who could taste the other more deeply.
Suddenly, a clap of thunder lit up the whole room and shook it. A couple of books fell off a nearby shelf and Amelia jumped, breaking the kiss to look around at the sound.
After a few moments, Amelia stood back from Jamie, and touched her hands to her lips, freshly kissed. She was trembling, and a few stray pieces of hair came loose to frame her face. He watched as her old nervousness returned to her previously fiery eyes.
“I...I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me. I think the wine has addled my brain and made me far bolder than I should be.”
She took a step farther back away from him.
Jamie rubbed his hand on the back of his neck, feeling the coolness on his chest that her absence left. “Lass, there’s nothing tae apologize for, it was a surprise, but it was a lovely one. Aye, it was.” He took a step closer to her. “Ye are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen...or tasted.” He winked at her, and her face grew crimson.
“Who is it yer talking tae in here?” A booming voice came from the entrance to the library. Amelia’s heart fell, and Jamie’s smile disappeared at the sight of one William Fraser.
