Too Scot to Hold (The Hots for Scots #8) - Caroline Lee Page 0,27

a grin.

“As much as I’ve missed ye, Lady Davina?”

“None of that, my love,” she scolded. “Quick, afore we’re discovered, tell me of yer plan. For surely, what with all that winking and talk of ghosts and leading yer poor aunt around by the nose, ye have a plan?”

His tone was full of affront, but she saw the teasing light in his eyes when he declared, “Leading her about by her nose? Me?”

She grinned. “Her nose is prominent.”

“Hush, such language.” One corner of his lips twitched as he leaned down to claim hers once more, effectively shutting her up.

Later, she pressed her cheek against his shoulder. “The plan?”

He hummed and halted the steady strokes up and down her back which had lulled her into such peace.

“ ’Tis simple. We wait ‘til she tells yer grandfather of the Ghostly Drummer of Oliphant Castle, and how he dooms those who hear him to fall in love…”

When he trailed off, she straightened and peered up at him. His deep blue eyes were full of anticipation, obviously waiting for her to finish his thought. She bit her lip, thinking through what she knew and what she’d begun to suspect while he’d spoken to Agatha.

“We wait ‘til Grandda is aware of the legend…” she began slowly, “and then we make sure both he and yer aunt hear the drummer?”

“Aye!” His expression softened with pride, and he dropped a quick kiss to her lips, straightening before she could enjoy it. “I ken where we can get our hands on a drum. I just need ye to hide in the passages with me and follow the two of them around. They cannae keep their hands off one another, and I suspect ‘twill take little effort to nudge them into bed. Or holy matrimony.”

Davina gasped. “And that would be enough to distract him, for certes!”

“And mayhap even mellow the auld goat enough to convince him to accept my suit.”

Which is what she’d wished for that morning. So, smiling wickedly, she ran her hands down his shoulders and arms. “Hmm. Ye think I should hide with ye in the passages? All alone?”

His nod was solemn. “For reconnaissance purposes.”

“But when we dinnae see yer great-aunt or my grandfather, we shall have to find some way to keep ourselves occupied. And warm.”

His lips twitched as a wicked gleam came to his eyes. “I can think of a few ways.”

Excited to begin on this scheme of theirs, and hopeful for their future for the first time in months, Davina stepped back far enough to link her arm through his. “Then lead on, my love.”

Chapter 6

Davina was on her knees, with her head under Graham’s kilt, when she shifted, and her foot banged against the drum they’d left on the floor. ‘Twas hard to tell if he jerked in response to the noise, or the movement of her lips.

“God’s blood, Vina,” he rasped.

She hummed, her way of telling him she’d be more careful, and his low moan was her only response.

‘Twas enough to have made her smile if her mouth hadn’t been full of his cock.

This wasn’t the first time she’d tasted him like this, but the heady rush of power never got old. He hadn’t asked her for it either; they’d been waiting here in the passageway when she’d reached for him and pressed him against the wall. Now, his back rested against the wall and his fingers dug into her scalp, alternately massaging and controlling her rhythm.

His cock was long and hard, like the rest of him, and she loved the way it felt gliding in and out of her. She imagined this is what it’d feel like to be fooked by him, and her pace increased while her fingers stole down to the crux of her thighs, spread as she squatted in the dark.

‘Twas not enough for her to come, but she loved the rush of warmth to her core. Still, she forced herself to focus on him, to bring him pleasure. Her other hand was pressed against the stone beside his hip, stabilizing herself.

“St. Luke’s sacred earlobe, lass, I’m going to spill in yer mouth!”

He’d kept his voice low just in case anyone was to enter the room they waited beside, but she could hear his desperation, and so she lifted her hand to his cock to stroke him as she hummed in agreement.

That was apparently all the encouragement he needed. Because, with a low groan, Graham dropped his head back against the wall and a rush of liquid warmth