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He glanced over at the hedge and saw her stockings. His grin widened as he gathered them up as well. “What do we have here?Tsk, tsk, Lady Isadora. I think the wilds of Scotland are starting to affect you. I daresay I’m enjoying this spirited side of your nature.”
Her cheeks flamed with either embarrassment or anger, he wasn’t sure which.
A wicked thought abruptly entered his head as he walked away a few feet and set her things down on the grass. “What are you doing? I need those!”
“I’ll return them in good time,” he announced over his shoulder. And then he slipped off his shoes and stockings.
It wasn’t until he was rolling up the legs of his trousers that he heard behind him, “Iknowyou aren’t thinking what I believe you are.”
He said nothing as he straightened and walked straight toward her. She backed up to the fountain’s edge as if she might flee at any moment. He narrowed his eyes and said deeply, “Am I not allowed to indulge in a bit of play as well?” he asked as he threw a leg over the side. When she stared at him with wide eyes, he quirked a brow. “Feel free to leave if you wish.”
Her chin lifted. “I was here first.” And then she put her hands on her hips without thinking. Instantly, her skirts landed gently on top of the water. It wasn’t until they started to dampen that the weight of the water pulled them completely under.
He had to turn away, lest his smile give him away, although he couldn’t resist saying, “You really should be more careful.” With both feet in the water, he walked the opposite direction from her, until they were on different sides of the fountain.
He closed his eyes and lifted his face upward and breathed deeply of the warm day. He enjoyed the trickling sound of the fountain, until he realized it had turned into a determined splash. He turned his head too late. He saw Isadora’s devious expression just as she had dived her hands beneath the ripples and coated the front of his trousers.
She stood back, triumphant, and said mockingly, “Really, my lord, you must be more careful.”
He wiped at his trousers, which were now just as sodden as the lower part of her dress. “Indeed,” he murmured. He quickly splashed her with a retaliating douse of water, and she screeched as her bodice was soon dripping wet. He smiled. “How clumsy of me.”
She didn’t reply, as the battle ensured. She lunged at him. Even though her skirts were slowing her movements, she managed to leap far enough to tackle him. Even though they were in shallow water, she managed to knock him off his feet and he went under.
When he emerged, sputtering curses, she lifted a brow and said in a calm tone, “Oops.”
He couldn’t help it. He laughed and then did the unthinkable.
She screeched when she garnered his intent, but he had already dunked her. She clung to the edge of the fountain as water cascaded down her face and that glorious hair tumbled about her shoulders in dark waves. But it was the sparkle of life and vitality in her eyes, and the joyous laugh that followed that held Remington spellbound.
“I haven’t had that much fun in years,” she admitted, when some of the merriment had subsided.
He knew he shouldn’t say it, but nevertheless, the words poured forth. “I could make you happy, Isadora. If you would but give me the chance.”
He could tell the moment she started to close off from him, and he couldn’t let that stand. He reached out and drew her against him where they knelt waist length in the fountain. Even soaking wet, she was a vision to behold. “My lord—” she whispered in protest, although she made no move to get away.
He shook his head. “We’re alone. During those times you agreed to call me Remington. Or Rem. I don’t care which.”
He saw her swallow, but the single syllable that followed made his pulse accelerate. “Rem.”
As Isadora spoke his name,she realized that it suited him. With his russet hair and those mesmerizing hazel eyes staring back at her, as if she was the only thing worthy in this world, it was difficult not to be captivated. The water swirled around them, and with it cascading beside them, she could almost imagine that they were on a deserted island, where there was no one and nothing between them.
With the recklessness of her youth still prominent, she gave in to the urge to throw her arms around him and press herself against him. Her lips soon followed and their kiss was everything she had remembered it to be. It was a melding of hearts, a meeting of souls, where time and space receded into oblivion. In this moment, she was free, sailing across the horizon in his arms.
When his hand slid down her shoulder to cup her breast beneath her sodden clothes, she moaned. The soft breeze caused her nipple to pucker, and when it was followed by the gentle molding of his palm upon her, it wasn’t long before the urgent thrumming between her legs turned into a crescendo. The desire quickly drowned out everything else, until there was nothing else that existed but this man.
Passion ruled above all else.
“I want you, Rem.” Her voice was a pleading whisper as he took the tip of her breast into his hot mouth.
He cupped her cheeks in his grasp. “Are you sure? Last night—”
She was rising up out of the water and lifting her skirts as she leaned against the middle of the fountain. His silhouette was distorted by the waterfall between them, but he quickly moved past the barrier. “I want to feel.”
He hesitated, as if waiting for her to go on. “What do you want to feel?” he asked huskily.
“That’s it,” she said evenly. “I just want tofeel.” She moved her skirts to the side until she was bared to him from the waist down. “I’m tired of feeling empty and lost. I need you to fill me.”
He swallowed hard, but he moved a hand down to undo the fastenings of his trousers. His cock appeared, strong and sure, and she reached out to stroke him. He laid a palm against the stone at her back and kissed her as his hand reached between them and teased her at the same time.
