Font Size:  

"Is there a point to this interrogation?"

"Can't you just answer the question?"

"Aye, I do love being a carpenter. I'm a hands-on man like you said." I palm her erse to prove my point. "Do you love your job?"

"I did. But I'm unemployed now, remember? Not sure if I want to go back to the clinic in Inverness, even if they'd let me."

"Of course they would. You're the best therapist they've got." I slide my hand up to the small of her back, rubbing it in slow circles. "You helped me, that's a fact. Though I don't think you should give anyone else the kind of physical therapy you gave me."

"Sex is not physical therapy."

"For me, it is. Every time we shagged, my knee stopped hurting."

Her lips curve into a knowing smile. "Told you so."

"Even when you're smug, I want to shag you."

"Ditto." She wriggles against me, which I'm sure she does on purpose as an attempt to distract me by rubbing herself on myslat. "When I suggested your injury might have a psychosomatic component, you said that was 'bollocks.' But you just admitted I was right."

"No, I did not."

"You said your knee doesn't hurt when we have sex."

"I—Well—Gah, yer trying to trick me."

Kate pushes herself up with two hands on my chest. "It's okay. I'm a therapist, which means I can be very patient. Let that information sink into your steel-reinforced brain and let me know when you realize I'm right."

"Are all psychotherapists raging bampots? I thought it was only Jack."

"Ha-ha." She climbs over me to hop off the bed. "Let's do something fun."

"Shagging is lots of fun."

Kate sets her hands on her hips and shakes her head, though her lips curve up in a sweet smile. "Something that doesn't involve sex. Please. Come on, get off your hot ass and show me a good time—with our clothes on. I want us to get to know each other better, so we can find out if we could have a future together."

"You do?"

"How can it be such a shock? Yes, I want that." She puckers her lips and narrows her eyes, but it seems like fake irritation. "Want me to change my mind? You have five seconds to comply with my order. Five, four, three—"

I leap off the bed and throw my arms around her, tugging the lass close. "Donnae need a countdown. Whatever you want to do, ahm ready. So, what's your pleasure, Kate?"

"Not sure. I assumed it would take longer to convince you, and I'd have time to think of something."

"No need. I already have several ideas."

"I hope it doesn't involve wrestling with Hugh again." She slips her arms around my waist and rubs those bonnie tits against me. "Though it would be kind of hot to watch you two wrestling in the nude."

"Ahmno doing anything with him in the nude. My idea is just for us, you and me."

"I was kidding."

"Glad to hear it." I pull away from her. "Meet me in the courtyard in ten minutes. Wear jeans or khakis or something like that. A jacket and boots too."

Her brows knit together over her nose, and it's the most adorable expression of confusion. "Where are you taking me?"

I smirk. "Anywhere I can."

"You know what I meant, you sneaky Scot."

Source: www.allfreenovel.com