Page 54 of Scotch & Shortbread

Quinn took off Alex’s hoody and sweatpants and folded them up, laying them on the counter. She wasn’t wearing her bra and panties. She’d barely worn them at all as they were the only ones she had, and she was always in big bulky clothes there didn’t seem to be a need for underclothes. Taking Alex’s robe off the hook, she slid her arms in and wrapped it around her. She couldn’t help the reaction that went through her at the feel and smell of his robe wrapped around her naked body.Nothing nefarious, he’d promised. Despite the wink, she was sure he meant it.Too bad, she thought.

Well obviously, he wasn’t planning on sex, but what the heck was he planning? She felt confused. Hmm, maybe a massage. The very thought of his strong hands touching her made her knees weak. If it was a massage, would she even be able to relax for it? With nervous excitement coursing through her, she opened the door and stepped out walking back to the kitchen.

Alex stood at the back door, still in sweats and a T, but now he was wearing his winter boots and a toque too.What the heck? Not a massage then, Quinn felt a little stab of disappointment. As she stepped towards Alex, he gave her a half smile and gestured for her to put on her boots.

“You want me to go outside in a bathrobe in the dead of winter?” she complained.

“Do we huv a problem here, Ms. West?” He gave her a menacing look from under his dark brow.

Quinn’s eyes flew to his, remembering those words the day he pulled her over, but this time, electricity danced across her skin as she looked up at his stormy blue eyes twinkling with mischief.

Growling, she stuffed her bare feet into her hiking boots. Alex handed her the toque, and without a word, she unceremoniously yanked it on over her hair.

“Good, little lass.” There was a twinkle in his roguish eyes.

There were those three little words again. If she didn’t feel so aroused, she’d kick him. “Alex, why am I in a bathrobe and a toque?”

“Ye said ye trusted me,” he said simply.

Suddenly, it dawned on her. “Oh God, tell me we’re not going for a polar dip!” The very thought made her shiver involuntarily.

Alex threw back his head and laughed. “No’ exactly.”

What kind of answer was that? Quinn eyed him incredulously. Then without another word, he looked at her with a sexy grin that made her heart beat a little faster, took her hand in his, and opened the back door leading her out. The cold winter air hit with a blast.

Quinn felt fairly certain that she was crazy to follow Alex out into twenty-below weather in nothing but a bathrobe, but as they walked around the side of the cabin, she was distracted by the music playing.

“Beach Boys?” she asked completely dumbfounded.

He chuckled. “Aye.” The snow crunched beneath their boots as he continued to lead her around the back of the log cabin and then she saw her surprise.

She squealed. “You have a hot tub?” The ice-cold air snaked up her bathrobe as she stood, staring at steaming hot blue water.

“Aye. Surprise!”

She laughed, wrapping her arms tighter around herself to ward off the cold that was already biting into her.

“Go on, lass.” He nodded towards the bubbling hot water. “I’ll turn around. Let me know once you’re in.”

Quinn didn’t need to be told twice. Noticing a hook on the wall by the hot tub, she whipped off the robe and practically threw it at the hook. She scrambled to get her boots off before she carefully stepped up the two freezing wood steps to get in. As she sank into the hot glorious water, it almost hurt, but, at the same time, the heat felt like heaven. The water seeped up over her shoulders, and she sighed blissfully as it enveloped her.

“Ye in, lass?” Alex called over his shoulder. When he’d been out clearing snow the day before, he had the idea to surprise the lass with a wee dip in the hot tub. Thinking it through though, he realized that she didn’t have a swimsuit, and neither did he. Living out here alone, he never needed one.

Realizing they would be naked together in his hot tub, he questioned whether or not it would be a wise move. But they’d managed to cuddle at night in his bed without it going further, so he was sure they could handle the hot tub. Besides, it was a four-person tub. It was not like he couldn’t keep a bit of space between them.

That was what he thought yesterday, but now standing with his back turned and waiting on Quinn, he began to question his sanity. It was too late to turn back. God, just knowing she was taking off that robe behind him sent a wave of desire through him. Every nerve ending in his body begged him to turn around and watch her, but he stayed perfectly still willing his cock to behave.

“Your turn,” she called back. He turned and walked a couple of steps towards the tub and Quinn watched him without even thinking that she shouldn’t. He took off his boots and pulled down his t-shirt and sweatpants in what seemed like one quick move. She caught the briefest glimpse of him in all his naked glory before he too was in the tub.Wow, how could she have forgotten that manhood?Holy heck.

“Ah, Christ, that’s good.” He breathed letting the hot water warm him through.

“It’s sooo good. I had no idea you had this greatness in your yard.”

He looked up at her with a satisfied grin. “I knew ye’d like it. I thought about it yesterday, but then the day got away from us. I thought I’d surprise ye with it this morning.”

“Way better than a polar dip,” she quipped.

His chuckle was deep. “Ah, ye cannae say that ’til ye try it.”

---