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"When did you start up again?" she asks.
"Last week."
She lodges her hands in the pockets of her lavender shorts. "After we got married."
I nod, though I lower my gaze to the grass. Why does she care when I stopped or restarted my caber tossing?
"Would ye like to watch me go again?" I ask, my voice colored by lust, thanks to the hungry look on her face.
"Love to."
I raise the caber again and launch the pole end over end.
Emery pulls out her mobile and takes a picture. Then she leaps away from the wall, clapping and whooping. "Go, Rory baby!"
I quirk a brow at her, unable to stop my lips from ticking up slightly. "Ye like to watch."
She bites her lip.
I stride toward her, halting an arm's length away.
"Wow," she says, "you're like Hercules."
That's the sort of flattery I can handle. Though I've gotten used to being called "sweet" and "cute," those aren't masculine compliments.
She studies me, her focus squarely on my eyes. "You invited me here. You wanted me to see you flinging trees."
I hook a thumb inside the waistband of my kilt.
Emery cocks her head, leaning into the wall. "Are you showing off for me?"
"Why would I?"
"You tell me." She braces one foot on the wall and bends her knee. "Therapy is a journey of self-discovery, after all."
In a single stride, I erase the distance between us. Her bent leg brushes my kilt. I slip a hand around the curve of her naked thigh, curling it around the underside. "Do I need to prove my masculine prowess to you?"
She settles a hand on my belly, tracing her fingertips over my skin. "I'm fully aware of your virility and stamina."
I drag my hand up the underside of her thigh, sneaking it inside her shorts and knickers to palm her buttock. As I slant my body into hers, she lets her head fall back against the stone wall, exposing the curve of her throat to me. I lay my other hand on the rock alongside her and rest my chin on her shoulder while I knead her erse.
She latches her leg around mine, pulling my erection into her belly.
With my lips, I trace a path up her throat. "Have ye ever fucked up against a castle wall?"
"Oh yeah, dozens of times."
I tug her hips into me. "Liar."
"Let's go for it."
My body goes as rigid as the stone behind her, and I suddenly realize what the bloody hell I'm doing. Suggesting we have sex outdoors, in the daytime, where anyone might see us. I glance around, slowly waking from the spell my wicked angel has cast over me yet again.
No, it's not her fault. I'm the bastard who can't deal with my own feelings and desires.
"Mhac na galla," I hiss, and shove my body away from her. "We cannae."
She frowns at me, but the expression is swiftly overtaken by a confused look. "What the hell is mhac na galla?"
