She couldn't believe what he was telling her. 'You make it sound like a chore.'
He grinned. 'It is.'
He'd probably just insulted her, but she didn't mind. His smile softened the comment. 'Aren't there women at home who you enjoy talking to on occasion?'
'That isn't the topic now,' he countered.
He was about to return to the original subject but she beat him to it. 'I know, I know,' she muttered. 'Even though your rules shouldn't apply to me, I promise to try to fit in while I'm a guest on your land. There, does that ease your mind?'
'Judith, I won't allow insolence.'
His voice was soft and without a hint of anger in it. He'd simply made a statement of fact. She responded in kind. 'I wasn't being insolent,' she said. 'At least not on purpose.'
Her sincerity was very apparent. He nodded, satisfied. Then he tried to explain her position again. 'While you're on my land, you will obey my orders, because ultimately I'm responsible for you. Do you understand?'
'I understand you're sinfully possessive,' she replied. 'And Lord, I am weary of this conversation.'
His scowl told her he didn't care for that bit of truth.
She decided to turn the topic. 'Iain, you don't get much company, do you?'
Was she being flippant with him? He didn't think so. 'Very few outsiders are allowed on our land,' he admitted.
'Why is that?'
He didn't have a ready answer. In truth, he didn't even know why outsiders weren't allowed. He'd never taken the time to think about it. 'It's just the way it's always been,' he remarked.
'Iain?'
'Yes?'
'Why did you kiss me?'
That switch in subjects gained his full attention. 'Damned if I know,' he replied.
A faint blush colored her cheeks. 'Will you be damned if you know again?' He didn't understand what she was asking. The look in his eyes said as much. She pushed her embarrassment aside. She thought the moment of privacy would probably be the last they would share, and she meant to take blatant advantage. She reached up to stroke the side of his face with her fingertips.
'What are you doing?' He captured her hand but didn't push her away.
'Touching you,' she answered. She tried to sound nonchalant, yet knew she hadn't managed that feat. The intensity in his expression made her heart take notice. 'I was curious to know what your whiskers felt like.' She smiled. 'And now I know.' She pulled her hand away from his and let it drop back into her lap. 'They tickle.'
She felt like a fool. Iain didn't ease her discomfort, either. He looked at a loss for words. Her boldness had surprised him, all right. She let out a little telling sigh. He probably thought she was just a shameless wench without any morals. She was certainly acting like one. What was the matter with her? She wasn't usually so aggressive.
She was stroking his upper arm with the tips of her fingers while she mulled over his probable opinion of her. She wasn't even aware she was caressing him. He was. The gentle, soft as a butterfly's touch was driving him daft.
She stared at his chin when she gave him her roundabout apology. 'I'm not usually so curious or so aggressive.'
'How would you know?'
She was so startled by that question, her gaze flew up to his. The amusement in his eyes was evident. Was he mocking her?
She looked as though he had just crushed her heart. 'It was a serious question, Judith.' His fingers now stroked the side of her face. Her reaction pleased him too. She leaned into his touch, instinctively wanting to gain more, like a kitten would lean into the hand that was stroking, caressing.
'I keep remembering the way you kissed me, and I would like for you to kiss me again. It's a shameful confession, isn't it? I've led a very sheltered-'
His mouth stopped her explanation. The kiss was very gentle, undemanding too, until she put her arms around his neck and turned all soft and willing on him. He couldn't control himself. The kiss turned hard, hot, consuming. Wonderfully arousing. She felt as though she were melting in his arms. She loved the taste of him, the feel of his tongue rubbing against hers, the way his mouth slanted over hers again and again. She loved the low growl that came from the back of his throat, and the rough gentleness in the way he held her in his arms.
But she hated the way he looked at her when he pulled away. It was the same expression he'd worn the first time he'd kissed her. Iain was angry he'd touched her, probably disgusted as well.
She didn't want to see that expression. She closed her eyes and collapsed against him. Her heart was slamming inside her chest. So was his. She could hear the thundering beat against her ear. He had been affected by the kiss, perhaps as much as she had. Was that why he was angry? He didn't want to like touching her.
She was saddened by that possibility. Embarrassed too. She suddenly wanted to put some distance between them. She turned in his lap until her back rested against his chest. She tried to edge off his lap. He wouldn't let her. His hands settled on the sides of her hips and he roughly pulled her backside up tight against him. 'Don't move like that,' he ordered. His voice was harsh, angry.
She thought she'd hurt him. 'I'm sorry,' she replied. She kept her gaze downcast. 'I shouldn't have asked you to kiss me. I won't ever ask again.'
'You won't?'
He sounded like he was about to laugh. Her spine straightened in reaction. Iain felt as though he were holding a block of ice. 'Judith, tell me what's wrong,' he commanded in a gruff whisper.
She might have been able to explain if he hadn't leaned down and rubbed the side of her face with his jaw. Shivers of pleasure raced across her shoulders. Lord, she was disgusted with herself. Why couldn't she control her reaction to him?
'Answer me.'
'I know a future together isn't possible,' she began. Her voice trembled. 'I'm not a complete fool, even though I realize I've been acting like one. My only excuse is that I felt safe with this attraction for you, because of that very reason.' She wasn't making any sense. She was getting all riled up, though. She was gripping her hands together in real agitation.
'Explain this'very reason,'' he asked.
'The very reason that I'm English and you're not,' she answered. 'I don't feel safe now.'
'You don't feel safe with me?'
He sounded appalled. 'You don't understand,' she whispered. She kept her gaze downcast so he wouldn't see her embarrassment. 'I thought my attraction for you was safe because you're a laird and I'm English, but now I've come to the conclusion that it's dangerous. You could break my heart, Iain Maitland, if I allow it. You must promise to stay away from me. It's… impossible.'
His chin rested on top of her head. He inhaled her sweet light scent and tried not to think about how good she felt in his arms. 'Not impossible,' he muttered. 'Damned complicated, though.'
He didn't realize the significance of what he was saying to her until he had actually spoken the thought aloud. He immediately considered all the ramifications. The problems were staggering. He decided he needed time, and distance, away from Judith, so he could think the matter through.
'I believe it would be easier if we just ignored each other,' she suggested. 'When we reach your holding, you'll go back to your important duties and I'll keep busy with Frances Catherine. Yes, it will be easier that way, won't it, Iain?'
He didn't answer her. He took the reins in his hands and goaded the mount into a full gallop. His arm blocked the branches as they made their way through the narrow opening. He felt her tremble, and once they were in the fields at the base of his home, he pulled her cloak from behind his saddle and covered her with it.
Neither spoke a word to the other for the next several hours. They rode across a magnificent field of rape; the dazzling yellow was so brilliant to the eye, she had to squint against the sheer beauty of it all. Cottages nestled intimately between the proud pines covering the hills beyond. Flowers of every color in the rainbow spilled down the hillside, surrounded by a thick carpet of grass as green as emeralds.
