Free Kilted Lover by Nicole North Page A

body fit perfectly against his. She was so warm and soft. “Yes, I trust you. But I don’t want you to wait on me hand and foot.” He reluctantly pulled away and scooped two spoons of sugar and two of creamer into the coffee.
    “You’re the first man who doesn’t want that.” A vivid combination of lust and emotion shone in her eyes. “Do you vacuum, too?”
    “Vacuum?”
    “The floor. That’s what a lot of women find sexy and romantic, a man who cleans.”
    “Sure.” Whoa, that sounded domestic. Don’t even fantasize about it, Scott.
    If they were an item, he’d do a lot of romantic things for her, like serving her breakfast in bed. Having her for breakfast in bed.
    But he couldn’t do that anymore. Their one-night stand was over. Longing replaced the happiness he’d felt last night.
    ***
    “Can I see your amulet?” Scott asked Leslie when they’d finished their bagels. He sat across the table from her, sipping coffee. She’s spent most of the past fifteen minutes trying not to stare at his drool-worthy physique or get hypnotized by his eyes while she remembered the amazing things she’d experienced with him the night before. How gentle he was, how attentive to her pleasure. He was sweet and tough and hot rolled up into one. He could kiss her with the softest of pressure, or pound himself into her like a battering ram. And she was wild for both.
    But I want it to be so much more. She needed Scott again, even now. She yearned to crawl onto his lap and kiss him ‘til they were breathless and yanking each other’s clothes off. And she hungered for him to look into her eyes like she was the only woman on Earth.
    She had to call Fletcher and break up with him. Would that make her a total bitch, ending it on the phone after ten months? Yes, it would. She would have to wait ‘til she saw him again.
    “Les?” Scott leaned forward and peered into her eyes. “You okay?”
    “Yes.” She blinked away the distraction. “I’m sorry. What?”
    “Can I see your amulet?”
    “Sure.” She took it off and placed it on the table by his hand.
    He picked it up and studied it. “This is a fine peridot. Good color, very little yellow. What does it say around the edge?” He stroked the tip of one finger along the gold setting.
    “I don’t know. The carved words are almost worn away but I suspect it’s Gaelic.”
    “Yeah. Sure is. Looks like Tha fios fithich agad .”
    The strange words gave her a chill. “What does that mean?”
    “You have a raven’s knowledge. The ancients believed magical knowledge came from ravens.”
    “That’s amazing. I can’t believe you know Gaelic that well.”
    “I know a little. I had a class and also spent a year in the Highlands.”
    “Wow, a year? I envy you. I want to go to Scotland so badly.”
    “So why don’t you?”
    “I probably will someday when I save more money. I’ve only recently become interested in Scotland and my ancestry. Plus, I don’t have anyone to go with. None of my friends are into Scotland.” If Fletcher went he’d spend the whole time on one golf course or another.
    Scott observed her for a long moment. What was he thinking? Would he like to go with her? She almost asked him, but fear stopped her. At this point, he’d say no. She had to break up with Fletcher before she could go a step further with Scott.
    “It’s a place you’ll never forget. If you’re drawn to it, it’s probably in your blood.”
    “I agree. What do you think the amulet was used for?” she asked.
    “Considering the words? Magic. Some amulets were worn to ward off evil spells and for protection. And some were for fertility.”
    Fertility? Could that explain why it glowed brighter when she and Scott touched? Or when she was aroused? Maybe the amulet was a love potion in necklace form. This possibility gave her chills. She’d met Scott on the first day she’d worn it.
    “I want to do more research,” she said.
    When he handed the amulet back to her, a surge of