Page 80 of The Scot’s Secret

“I’m going to remedy that.”

“What—”

She never finished the thought. Alex moved his hand toward her as if the layers of clothing didn’t exist. He was going to touch her. There!

“Alex, I’m not sure—”

“I am, lass. And there’s only one way to fix it.”

With that, he placed his hand over the most intimate part of her. This time he didn’t merely press a palm against her—he actually pushed his finger inside. For a moment, she was frozen with shock, but then he began to move, pressing his hand against her as he thrust his finger in and out, and pleasure coursed through her.

He watched her face and she stared right back. He swallowed, lifting his chin just slightly as his hand began to move faster still. She couldn’t hold his gaze. Clara closed her eyes and tilted her head back.

“Please.” She wanted more.

He gave it to her.

Her breaths were coming quicker and quicker, and a shudder escaped from her shoulders and made its way down to where his hand wrought the most exquisite feelings she’d ever experienced in her life.

As the pleasure coursing through her continued to build, she tried to get even closer. She pressed into him, a moan escaping. She didn’t care. She just wanted. . .

That!

When the shudder came this time, it started from the inside and worked its way across her entire body. She cried out, holding on to him for fear of crumpling to the sand below. She pulsed around him, and Alex refused to let her go. His hand stayed where it was until she opened her eyes.

His smile started small and then grew into the most devilishly handsome grin.

“Was I right?”

He pulled his hand away, and she immediately mourned its loss. Her skirts fell back around her, and Alex pulled the laces of her surcoat back together.

“You self-assured—”

“Passionate.”

“That’s not what I was going to say.”

Still grinning, he tied her stays as expertly as if he’d done it more than once before.

“Sensual,” he ventured.

She shook her head.

“Nay, that’s not quite right either.”

Finishing, he stood back and crossed his arms.

“Accomplished. I believe what you meant to say is accomplished.”

She shook her head, unable to stop smiling.

And then he began to unlace the top of his trewes.

“What are you doing?”

His hands froze. “If your female sensibilities will be offended, now is the time to look away.”

She didn’t want to turn, but it felt like the right thing to do. So she did. And when she heard the splash a few moments later, she promptly turned back.