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Bloody hell. If she goes on speaking in that husky voice, I might fuck her again, right here on the same spot where we shagged yesterday. Rebecca Taylor is the bonniest, sexiest, cleverest, and most sensual woman I've ever met. Even her penchant for dancing about while singing along to Duran Duran songs makes me want to have a poke with her.
I clear my throat. "We should return to the main building. You must have work to do, and I need to check on the newest batch of barley to make sure the malting process is up to my high standards."
"You're right. But I was hoping to gain insights into your whisky by learning more about the river and the areas around it."
Mhac na galla. I need to get away from this woman, so we won't wind up fucking on the riverbank. I would love to do that, but not now, not here. I should never do it again, anyway. But I must help Rebecca get whatever information she feels she might glean from learning about the area.
I stand up and offer her my hands to help her up too. "What is it you'd like to see? The castle? The mountain? The river?"
"Any location that's involved in the process of making the whisky."
"That's a very broad subject area, but I will do my best." I tip my head back and point upward. "It all begins in the sky. The Western Highlands receive abundant rainfall that provides many elements that improve the soil---mainly potassium, nitrogen, phosphorus, calcium, magnesium, sodium. But other compounds can also find their way into the water, such as iron, ammonia, manganese, and nitrate. All of these elements have played a role in creating the perfect peaty soil for making whisky."
Rebecca gazes up at the sky briefly, then stares into the dark waters that churn below us. "All the water for the whisky comes from the river. That's what you said before. And the castle is upstream, isn't it? But does the entire length of the river belong to Rory MacTaggart?"
"Aye. Rory owns Beann Dealgach itself and some of the surrounding area. The headwaters lie at the top of the mountain and snake down the south side, bypassing the castle on their way down the western slope."
"Where is the mouth of the river?"
Ah, she is a clever lass. Not many people would refer to the river's end as the mouth or know what the headwaters are. "The mouth lies about five miles downriver, where the waters flow into Loch Linnhe."
Rebecca shuffles closer to the bank's edge and clutches her portfolio while she gazes down into the water. Little by little, she begins to slant forward ever so slowly.
"Watch yourself, gràidh. Ye might fall in."
She continues gazing deeply into the dark river, seemingly entranced by the flowing water. The lass shuffles forward a wee bit, leaning far too close to the edge.
I reach out to grasp her elbow.
But a chunk of earth breaks away beneath her shoe, making her teeter.
The instant that happens, I rush forward to sling an arm around her waist and hoist the lass off her feet. Then I back away from the bank with her in my arms. Though I set her down, I cannae make myself release my hold on her body.
"You can let me go now, Thane."
Her words barely penetrate my mind. The warmth and softness of her body has eradicated all other thoughts. She feels good. She smells good. And I want to kiss her more than I've ever wanted that before.
"I'm fine, Thane, honestly. Thank you for rescuing me from falling into the river, but I swear I can stand on my own now."
My cock has begun to thicken. She must feel that, yet she doesn't shout at me to let her go. She doesn't even kick my shin.
But I finally manage to reassemble my wits and release her. "I apologize, Rebecca. That was inappropriate."
The lass turns round to face me. "I enjoy having you hold me in your arms, but you're right. It's inappropriate."
She enjoys it? I fucking loved holding her.
As I avert my gaze, I cough into my fist. "We should both get back to work."
"Yeah, you're right."
"I need to return to the malting room. Have a good afternoon."
Then I whirl round and march off down the trail.
For the rest of the afternoon, I need to rally all my willpower, repeatedly, to stop myself from hunting down the bonnie American lass I want to kiss with a fervor I've never experienced in my entire life. Just feeling her body pressed to mine cranked up my lust.
At the end of the day, I switch the lights off in my office and shut the door, heading down the hall.
