Free Kilted Lover by Nicole North Page B

light flashed through it. “Wow, why does it do that?”
    “Good question.”
    “Touch it again.” She held it up and as soon as his finger made contact, while she still held it, the peridot glowed bright green and grew warm. “That’s so strange.” The light within it had always been random, but now it seemed every time both she and Scott touched the amulet simultaneously, the light grew stronger.
    “I have several books, if you’d like to borrow them,” he said. “Maybe there’s a legend about a glowing amulet.”
    His words gave her hope. If she borrowed books from him, she’d have to see him in the future. “Thanks. That would be great, once the thugs are caught and we can get out of here.”
    Not that she truly wanted to leave. She liked it here—correction, she loved being with Scott. His presence both comforted and disturbed her with her feelings of giddy excitement and wild happiness.
    ***
    “We’ll cruise out and eat lunch at one of my favorite restaurants after I take a shower,” Scott said.
    “Okay.” Can I join you in the shower ? No, he probably wouldn’t be interested. He seemed to want to keep his distance this morning. “Are you going to wear a kilt?” She smacked a hand over her mouth. Why had she said that? Thinking out loud?
    Scott grinned. “If you want.” He gave her a sensual look, and then closed the bathroom door.
    True, she had kilt fantasies, and now he knew about them. They’d already had sex so she shouldn’t be embarrassed.
    She paced in the galley, trying to figure out what to do about Scott, when she noticed a movement through one of the windows. And two naked bodies lying on the boat next to theirs. She stopped, her mouth hanging open. Their neighbors had no shame, but they did have nice physiques. They appeared to be sunbathing, but this didn’t last long. The man grew hard while he stroked the woman’s breasts and gave her deep tongue kisses. He rolled between her thighs, exposing his white buns. She remembered stroking Scott’s ass last night—so hard and tight. Mmm. She loved the way the muscles flexed and bunched while he was thrusting up into her.
    The neighbors’ missionary position hid any sex parts, and the closed window blocked any sounds. But they were still an arousing spectacle.
    Leslie’s body tingled and moisture gathered between her legs. I shouldn’t watch . She had never even watched a porn movie. She turned her back, crossed the room and turned on the small TV. Changed channels. But she couldn’t concentrate on the news show. The temptation was too much. She edged back toward the window and took another peek. Wow, those two were hot for each other. The thrusting continued at a faster pace.
    “Definitely better than TV,” Scott said in her ear.
    “Oh, my God!” She jumped and the remote went flying.
    Scott held her in place and chuckled. She closed her eyes to better savor his warm breath and lips on her neck, his wet hair against her jaw. He smelled fresh and soapy from the shower.
    “I wasn’t watching,” she said.
    “No? I was hoping you were.”
    “I took a peek.”
    “Uh-huh. They want us to watch. Otherwise they wouldn’t be putting on a show.”
    “They don’t know we’re watching. Do they?” How mortifying.
    “They know I’m staying on the boat.”
    “Oh. Well, they’re probably trying to impress you.”
    “Right.”
    But since he was the most impressive man she’d ever seen, likely nothing would impress Scott.
    “Maybe they want you to join them.”
    “Ha. Now that I believe,” he said doubtfully. He led her to the small sofa just outside the galley and they sat. “I think we can watch from here.”
    She jumped up, turning her back to the window. “You’re so bad!”
    “So are you.” Grinning, he lounged back, wearing only a kilt. His bare chest and rippled abs were so yummy, she wanted to lick him all over. And she couldn’t help but notice the bulge beneath the plaid. “Come on. Sit beside me. You