Free When a Scot Ties the Knot by Tessa Dare

“Boastfulness would be the first flaw, then. That will do for a start. What’s the worst thing you’ve ever done?”
    He pushed his hands through his hair. “I’m beginning to think it was marrying you.”
    â€œNo, no. Don’t show a sense of humor. That ticks a box in the wrong column.”
    He reached for her and drew her close, then rolled her onto her back. The hard, heated weight of him pressed her body into the mattress. “I can tick all the boxes, lass.”
    She swallowed hard. “Who’s A.D.?”
    â€œWhat?”
    â€œThe brooch you gave me. It has the initials L.M. and A.D. Who is A.D.?”
    His eyes hardened to chips of ice. “No one important to me.”
    â€œBut—­”
    He bent his head and kissed her neck. A whisper of heat against her skin. Despite herself, she sighed with pleasure.
    He heard that sigh. And was encouraged by it.
    His hands ranged over her curves. Not grabbing or taking. Simply learning her shape.
    And as he did, Madeline was learning things, too. She was used to examining creatures, cataloging all their parts. The key to creating a good illustration was understanding how the creature functioned. The reason for an antenna. The purpose of a spinneret.
    As Logan touched her, she realized something crushing. Over the recent years, she’d reduced herself to a rough sketch of a person. She had hands to draw, eyes to see, and a mouth to occasionally speak. But there was so much more to this body she inhabited—­so much more to her—­and when she lay beneath him, all of it made sense.
    It made her wonder which parts of himself he’d been neglecting. How long he’d gone without a woman to remind him of this small, secret hollow of his throat, the perfect shelter his body made when it curved around hers. The way his hand was made to cup her breast just as capably as it gripped a dagger.
    It was all too much.
    Maddie squirmed out from under him. “I’m sorry. So sorry. I know this is supposed to be physical. Impersonal. It’s only that I keep thinking of lobsters.”
    He flipped onto his back and lay there, blinking up at the ceiling. “Until just now, I would have said there was nothing remaining that could surprise me in bed. I was wrong.”
    She sat up, drawing her knees to her chest. “I am the girl who made up a Scottish lover, wrote him scores of letters, and kept up an elaborate ruse for years. Does it really surprise you that I’m odd?”
    â€œMaybe not.”
    â€œLobsters court for months before mating. Before the male can mate with her, the female has to feel secure enough to molt out of her shell. If a spiny sea creature is worth months of effort, can’t I have just a bit more time? I don’t understand the urgency.”
    With a gruff sigh, he drew a fold of her quilt over his lap. “We had a handfasting, lass. The vows we spoke would be considered a mere betrothal on their own. The consummation is what makes it a marriage.”
    He had her full attention now. “You mean this could still be undone?”
    That was interesting.
    Very interesting.
    â€œDinna get any ideas,” he said, looking stern. “Let me remind you that I have dozens of reasons why you don’t want that. Incendiary reasons.”
    Yes, Maddie thought to herself. He had dozens of reasons stashed away somewhere.
    An idea took hold of her.
    If she could hold him off from consummating the marriage, she might be able to find those reasons—­and burn them once and for all. Watch them go up in smoke. Then he wouldn’t have so much power over her.
    â€œYou wanted shared memories, did you not?” he asked.
    She nodded.
    â€œRemember how on our wedding night I made wild, naked love to you until you were screaming for more?”
    â€œActually, I remember us staying up all night talking.” Just to vex him, she added, “And cuddling.”
    He scowled.