Free KiltTease by Melissa Blue Page B

antiques. No door. We’re just half-naked and humping. I can feel all the dust in this room creeping up my ass.” She covered her face and laughed.
    Her reaction was so pure, he found himself smiling. “Not the dust, lass.”
    She dropped her hands. Her lids were still low, but that smile of hers was fully aware. “The dust,” she assured him.
    Oh. Aye. She was making him daft. He knew he should be on his guard. He should take care with her, because even now the shadows were still there in her eyes. He had to be cautious because she knew his secret.
    But he couldn’t resist kissing her infectious smile. He was so fucked.

CHAPTER SIX
    “What are you grinning about?” Baird barked at her as they settled in at his kitchen table.
    Kate had been sporting one ever since Quinton had dropped her off at her B and B the day before. She sighed, dragging her mind out of the gutter for the hundredth time.
    Though his kitchen was small, she’d set the table with a grandish meal. A healthy one but still pretty big. She’d steamed the broccoli and fish and hand chopped the salad. The one extravagance was the bread. Garlic spread with just a touch of Parmesan covered the French roll. His flat above the pub smelled delicious.
    She tried to relax into the wooden chair. Parts of her were achy from the day before and having to help the Baird clean his flat that afternoon. The worn but comfy furniture now smelled of Febreze instead of last week.
    “You know,” she said, “I don’t think you’re normally this surly. I think you’re just surly with me.”
    A hint of guilt shaded his blue-gray eyes. “Well, I don’t need a nurse.”
    “I’m a companion.” He narrowed his gaze at the obvious lie. She snorted and added, “Yes, I have a nursing degree. It’s a subject that interests me. Plus I think it’s impressive I’ve managed to get certified and licensed on two continents. Do you know how tough that is?”
    His grunt of approval was begrudging at best. “I guess. That just means you’re mercenary and smart.”
    She reached over and pushed his plate closer to him. “You can just say smart, and I promise I won’t tell anyone you said it.”
    Kate was sure he would have if someone hadn’t knocked on the door. She got up to answer while Douglass continued to grumble. Warmth sluiced through her stomach when she’d opened it. Quinton.
    Since it was closer to winter than fall, he wore a thick, long jacket against the elements. Some of his wet locks curled around his ears. His brows were pulled down low, cementing his current look as sexy with a hint of dangerous. And because she knew what he felt like deep inside her, his face wearing that same kind of intensity, she shivered.
    “Quinton,” she said a little too breathless.
    “Kate,” he replied and made a soft noise of hunger as the cold turned her nipples into two hard points.
    Her skin tingled at the sound he’d made, the sight of him, and the memory of his mouth on her lips and much, much more. It had been a long time since she had sex. Not that long though.
    A part of her wished she could blame her loss of inhibitions on the midday champagne, but the moment he brushed his fingers over her, she’d been half-crazed. She hadn’t cared about where they were, or the rules he felt necessary for a pretend relationship. She would have agreed to just about anything if it turned his caresses into something harder, faster.
    But she wasn’t in Scotland for this weightless feeling in her gut. Ignoring it, Kate put her back to him and returned to the table. She felt more than heard Quinton follow.
    Douglass stabbed his fish, paying no mind to the salad. She sighed and settled into her chair again.
    “Baird, Victoria told me what happened over the summer,” she said. “You had a heart attack.”
    “A minor one.”
    “Yes, thankfully.” Her speech got waylaid when Quinton sat down next to her.
    His spicy scent forced a rush of desire through her veins. She cleared her