A Lass for Christmas (Tenacious Trents Novella) by Jane Charles Read Free Book Online Page B

more tea he opened the bottle of whisky
and poured it into the cup and returned to her side. Lachlan
pressed the cup to her lips and she sipped the dark amber
liquid.
    She grimaced and turned her face away. “What
is that?”
    “Water of life.” He grinned at her. “Take
another sip.”
    Madeline did so. This time she didn’t back
way and her tongue darted out to lick her bottom lip. “I’ve never
tasted anything like it before.”
    Lachlan chuckled. “I doona doubt it.”
    “But, what is it?” she asked again and took
another sip.
    “Scotch whisky,” he whispered.
    “Isn’t that illegal?”
    “How would ye ken that?”
    “My, um, I know someone who keeps a few
bottles hidden away.”
    No doubt she was referring to Jordan. He had
sold his friend more bottles than he could count. “Ah, a man of
good taste,”
    Madeline snorted.
    Lachlan leaned in close. “You won’t tell on
me, will ye, lass?”
    Her light green eyes darkened. “Of course
not,” she answered breathlessly.
    Could she feel the hint of passion building
between them?
    Her tongue darted out and licked her lips
again. Lachlan gave up fighting his desire and leaned in to brush
his lips across hers.
    She didn’t return his kiss, but perhaps he
had shocked her.
    He kissed her again and this time Maddie
returned it. She sighed when he pulled away and the sound shot
straight to his groin. Lachlan took the cup from her and set it on
the table and leaned in once again, taking her lips with a passion
he had been fighting since he learned she wasn’t some innocent
miss. He traced her lips. Maddie opened for him and he delved
inside. She was as sweet as ambrosia, tart as fall apples, and as
warm as the whisky heating her blood.
    Her tongue mated with his and Lachlan was
lost. There was an innocence to Maddie that wove a web about him.
She didn’t possess the skill of an experienced lover, which was
more seductive than he ever anticipated. Her fingers threaded their
way through his hair, and Lachlan brought a hand up and cupped her
round breast. It overflowed his hand and the nipple tightened
beneath his fingertips. Maddie moaned and it was all he could do
not to throw off the blankets and take her right there. One day he
might just be in too much of a rush, but this was their first time
together, and he would show her what a generous lover he could be
to convince her to come away with him.
    Maddie groaned and arched her back, and
Lachlan couldn’t wait to taste her.
    “Lachlan,” Dougal called from down the hall.
“Mr. Jordan Trent is on his way up.”

    “Bloody hell.” Lachlan pulled back from
Maddie and moved away from the bed.
    “Jordan is here?” Her voice squeaked and eyes
grew wide.
    Was she afraid he would be angry? If Lachlan
had the time, he would reassure her that this wasn’t the first time
one had found the other tupping their mistress. But by the sound of
the boots pounding down the hall, Lachlan didn’t have time to offer
that reassurance.
    Jordan entered the room. His eyes went to
Maddie, sitting against pillows, her lips swelled from their
earlier kiss, the color of her skin heightened with passion. He
next looked to Lachlan from the top of his head to his boots and
back. A murderous rage lit his eyes. No doubt Jordan noticed the
interest Lachlan had in Maddie that his kilt failed to hide given
he was wearing nothing else beneath it.
    Trent took two steps into the room and before
Lachlan knew what to expect. He hit Lachlan with enough force to
knock him back in the chair. Lachlan brought his hand to his cheek,
wondering if it was broken. Since when was Jordan so protective
over any chit?
    “Jordan! What are you doing?” Maddie cried
from the bed.
    “The question is what are you doing here , Madeline?”
    She pushed back against the headboard and
pulled the cover up to her chin. Was Maddie afraid of Trent?
Lachlan didn’t think anyone feared the man. Of course, this is the
first time he had ever seen an angry side of