"Don't drop me."
"Never." He kissed her, then teleported them to the back porch of the townhouse.
She heaved a sigh of relief. "We made it." Grabbing her bundle, she stepped back and stumbled.
He steadied her. " 'Tis common to feel a bit dizzy." When he turned to unlock the door, she fell forward. "Och, I think we're attached."
"We're fused together?" she squealed. "Oh my God! I was afraid - "
"Relax! 'Tis only our sporrans."
"Huh?" She stepped back and his sporran lifted, hooked onto hers. "How did this happen?"
"The chain on yers is caught on one of my tassels." He tugged at the chain, but it was stuck. "Apparently, my muskrat is verra attracted to yer beaver."
She snorted.
"Stay close to me." He unlocked the door, and they sidestepped into the kitchen, waddling like penguins.
"It's so dark in here." She fumbled along the wall, hunting in vain for the light switch while he shut the door.
"I can see." He dropped her tote bag on the floor, then tried to unhook her chain from his tassel. "Och, my right hand is too clumsy. I doona want to damage yer beaver."
She scoffed. "Don't worry. It's fake beaver."
"Then when can I see the real one?"
"Ha!" She shoved at his shoulder, and he pulled her tight against him.
Her bundle of clothes fell to the floor, and she splayed her hands against his chest. "This isn't going to get us untangled."
"I like it this way." He nuzzled her neck as his hands slipped around her hips to her rump, then moved about.
"Are you looking for something?"
"I was wondering how authentic ye were. A real Scotsman would never wear drawers. Ah." He traced the line of her underwear. "What a shame."
"Well, I hate to disappoint." She smoothed a hand up his neck to his face. "I can always take them off."
His heart lurched. "Ye want to . . . ?" His eyes turned red, and she gasped.
"Are ye afraid?" he whispered, aware that his glowing red eyes might be all that she could see in the dark.
She skimmed her fingers over his cheek to his lips. "I'm falling for you."
His heart swelled. "Leah." Pulling her close, he kissed her thoroughly, hungrily. Her beret tumbled to the floor when he dug his hands into her hair. Her scent of jasmine filled his senses as he deepened the kiss.
He explored her mouth while his hands roamed her body. Her rounded hips, her narrow waist, her sweet breasts. She moaned, arching her back as he caressed a breast. It was plump enough to fill his left hand and sexy enough to make him hard. He tweaked the nipple, and she responded with a small gasp.
"Lass." He unhooked her sporran at the small of her back, then unhooked his own and tossed the two onto the floor. This time when he pulled her close he was rewarded with a bigger gasp. His erection pressed against her.
She tugged at his shoulders, pulling him down for another kiss. Her tongue danced with his, her moans mixed with his. He gathered up her kilt till he could slide his hands underneath. Her soft, silky skin was heaven, the curve of her rump paradise.
He slipped his hands beneath her tiny silk panties, grasping her bare bottom and pulling her hard against him. His erection strained. All he had to do was lift his kilt and - the light came on beneath the swinging door.
Footsteps sounded in the foyer as they came toward the kitchen.
"We're no' alone," he whispered, hitting the light switch.
Leah blinked at the sudden light. "What?"
She looked beautifully disheveled, her lips plump and red from kissing.
"Who's there?" Angus called from the foyer.
Dougal winced. He should have remembered that Angus and Emma would be staying at the townhouse. He tugged the hem of Leah's kilt into place, then grabbed the beret off the floor and plopped it onto her head.
The door swung open, and Angus peered inside. "Och, ye're back." He stepped inside.
"Aye, just now," Dougal replied.
Angus's gaze swept over them, then drifted to their sporrans on the floor.
"Who is it?" Emma asked as she peered through the door. Her eyes widened. "Oh, I like your kilt, Leah."
"Thanks." Leah leaned over to grab her bundle off the floor. The shawl's knot came loose, and all her dirty clothes tumbled onto the floor.
"Let me help." Dougal reached over to grab an item, then realized it was a pair of red underwear.
Leah snatched it from his hand, and he straightened to find Angus and Emma watching with amused