“AND ONCE WE’VE fixed the roof, the

“AND ONCE WE’VE fixed the roof, the entire southwest corner could use shoring up. It’s near to crumbling.”
Tavish took a hearty gulp of wine, and Myles took advantage of the lull in his monologue.
“Your concern is duly noted, Tavish. I’ll set Benson to the task as soon as the sun is up tomorrow. We’ll have the mill up and proper before the next rainfall.” He stood before the man could take another breath. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have other duties.”
“What other duties? It’s near to midnight.”
Myles crossed his arms and looked down at his uncle.
“Oh. Oh, of course. Well then, by all means, do not let me keep you.”
Myles bid the rest of them good night and made haste to his bedchamber. Yet even so, by the time he reached the door his arousal was undeniable. He adjusted the front of his doublet. This was it, then. Christ, if she played a game, it was the cruelest ever. But he’d seen her open smile and the flush on her cheeks. There was no mistaking her invitation. And if he had misunderstood, he’d simply cover her with kisses until they were in perfect agreement.
He paused outside the door. Anticipation, sweet as opening a gift, assailed him. For she was a gift, as was this night and all they were about to share. Myles gave a silent prayer of thanks and pressed against the door. It swung open easily and he stepped inside. The room was cast with light and shadows, for she had lit a dozen candles or more. Logs crackled in the fire. He took another step and closed the door, securing the latch. Then he turned, and the breath kicked from his lungs.
There beside the red-gold glow from the fireplace stood his bride. Tresses unbound and shining, she was an angel descended from heaven, dressed in gossamer, the sheerest bit he’d ever seen. In the breadth of his imagination, he could not envision any other woman looking so blessed and yet so sinful. Any doubts about where this evening might lead fled his mind. Tonight, she would be his.
“You are ever a surprise to me, woman. But this is my favorite thus far.” His voice was husky, even to his own ears.
She smiled, shy in spite of her wanton appearance. “Good, for I’m not certain I can best this.”
“I cannot imagine better. You are a vision.” And she was. To simply gaze on her was a joy, but to touch her would be pure bliss.
He walked close, until she was just an arm’s reach away, and still he did not lift his hands from his sides. He wanted to memorize her, to drink her in and not disturb the perfection of the moment.
Her lips parted, her pink tongue ran along them, and he nearly buckled at the knees. Oh, how he wanted her. He wanted that tongue on his lips and those pale, slender arms around his neck. But mostly, he wanted her crying in release at his touch. She was ready this time. No longer the tender miss she was on their wedding night. Now she’d had time to grow accustomed to him, to decide for herself what she wanted. And she wanted him.
His chest ached as all his breath and all his blood rushed to his groin. Her next words were nearly his undoing.
“You are overdressed, my lord.”
When had her voice become so sultry? Who was this luscious vixen? “So I am. Will you undress me?”
She looked uncertain, and for a moment, he saw the Fiona from their first day, skittish and tentative, but the look passed, and she blinked, slow and demure.
“If that would please you.”
“Oh, it would.”
After another brief hesitation, she reached up to the button near his throat. He saw the tremble in her hands. She was nervous. But tonight, he would take his time and show her the true measure of desire, for in bringing it to her, he’d find his own. He’d explore every curve and every valley, and lavish her with kisses and sweet words. He’d linger at the sweetest spots, tasting where neck turned into shoulder and waist turned into hip. He’d do all the lovely, wicked things he’d been dreaming of since first he’d seen her walking down those steps at Sinclair Hall.
Fiona’s heart fluttered so erratically she could scarcely keep her breath. She knew nothing of seduction, and all of Vivi’s instructions muddled in her mind and slipped away like sand inside an hourglass. But her moment was now.
It was no easy task to push the button through the thick fabric of his doublet, and when at last the first one popped free, she exhaled in relief at her tiny victory. Encouraged, she moved to the next. This doublet was long, reaching almost to her husband’s knees, but the buttons stopped at his waist. A good thing, for she could not imagine reaching lower. She was not that bold.
All the while she made her way down the front of him, her husband stood silent, watching her. Not touching, as she longed for him to do, but simply...looking. His gaze branded her skin.
When she managed the last one, she eased open the edges of the fabric, exposing his shirt underneath. Then she met his gaze and challenged him. “Am I to do all the work?”
His eyes darkened.

Hasil (Bahasa Indonesia) 1:

"Dan setelah kami telah diperbaiki atap, sudut barat daya seluruh bisa menggunakan menopang. Sangat dekat dengan runtuh."Tavish mengambil meneguk anggur lezat, dan Myles mengambil keuntungan dari jeda di monolog nya."Kekhawatiran Anda adalah sepatutnya mencatat, Tavish. Saya akan menetapkan Benson tugas segera setelah matahari adalah sampai besok. Kita akan memiliki pabrik dan tepat sebelum curah hujan berikutnya." Ia berdiri sebelum manusia bisa ambil napas lagi. "Sekarang, jika Anda akan maafkan saya, saya memiliki tugas lain.""Apa tugas lain? Sangat dekat dengan tengah malam."Myles menyeberangi tangannya dan menatap pamannya."Oh. Oh, tentu saja. Kalau begitu, dengan segala cara, jangan biarkan aku membuat Anda."Myles tawaran yang lain baik malam dan tergesa-gesa untuk kamar tidur nya. Namun demikian, pada saat ia mencapai pintu gairah nya tak terbantahkan. Ia disesuaikan depan doublet nya. Ini adalah itu, kemudian. Kristus, jika dia memainkan permainan, itu paling kejam pernah. Tetapi ia telah melihat senyumnya terbuka dan memerah di pipi. Ada salah undangan nya. Dan jika ia telah disalahpahami, ia akan hanya menutupi dirinya dengan ciuman sampai mereka dalam perjanjian yang sempurna.Dia berhenti di luar pintu. Antisipasi, manis seperti membuka hadiah, diserang dia. Karena dia adalah hadiah, seperti malam ini dan semua mereka hendak berbagi. Myles memberikan diam doa syukur dan ditekan terhadap pintu. Ia mengayunkan terbuka mudah dan ia melangkah ke dalam. Kamar dilemparkan dengan cahaya dan bayangan untuk dia telah menyalakan lilin selusin atau lebih. Log berderak dalam api. Dia mengambil langkah lain dan tutup pintu, mengamankan kait. Lalu ia beralih, dan napas menendang dari paru-parunya.Selain cahaya merah-emas dari perapian berdiri pengantinnya. Tresses tdk dijilid dan bersinar, dia adalah seorang malaikat turun dari sorga, berpakaian gossamer, sedikit sheerest ia pernah dilihat. Dalam luasnya imajinasinya, dia tidak bisa membayangkan wanita lain yang tampak begitu diberkati dan belum jadi berdosa. Keraguan tentang mana malam ini mungkin menyebabkan melarikan diri pikirannya. Malam ini, dia akan nya."Yang pernah mengejutkan saya, wanita. Tapi ini favorit saya sejauh ini." Suaranya serak, bahkan ke telinganya sendiri.Dia kredit, malu meskipun penampilan nakal. "Baik, karena aku tidak yakin aku bisa terbaik ini.""Aku tidak bisa membayangkan lebih baik. Anda adalah visi." Dan dia. Hanya memandang dirinya adalah sukacita, tetapi menyentuh akan kebahagiaan murni.Dia berjalan dekat, sampai dia hanya jangkauan jauhnya, dan masih dia tidak melakukan mengangkat tangannya dari sisi tubuhnya. Dia ingin mengingat dia, minum dia di dan tidak mengganggu kesempurnaan saat.Her lips parted, her pink tongue ran along them, and he nearly buckled at the knees. Oh, how he wanted her. He wanted that tongue on his lips and those pale, slender arms around his neck. But mostly, he wanted her crying in release at his touch. She was ready this time. No longer the tender miss she was on their wedding night. Now she’d had time to grow accustomed to him, to decide for herself what she wanted. And she wanted him.His chest ached as all his breath and all his blood rushed to his groin. Her next words were nearly his undoing.“You are overdressed, my lord.”When had her voice become so sultry? Who was this luscious vixen? “So I am. Will you undress me?”She looked uncertain, and for a moment, he saw the Fiona from their first day, skittish and tentative, but the look passed, and she blinked, slow and demure.“If that would please you.”“Oh, it would.”After another brief hesitation, she reached up to the button near his throat. He saw the tremble in her hands. She was nervous. But tonight, he would take his time and show her the true measure of desire, for in bringing it to her, he’d find his own. He’d explore every curve and every valley, and lavish her with kisses and sweet words. He’d linger at the sweetest spots, tasting where neck turned into shoulder and waist turned into hip. He’d do all the lovely, wicked things he’d been dreaming of since first he’d seen her walking down those steps at Sinclair Hall.Fiona’s heart fluttered so erratically she could scarcely keep her breath. She knew nothing of seduction, and all of Vivi’s instructions muddled in her mind and slipped away like sand inside an hourglass. But her moment was now.It was no easy task to push the button through the thick fabric of his doublet, and when at last the first one popped free, she exhaled in relief at her tiny victory. Encouraged, she moved to the next. This doublet was long, reaching almost to her husband’s knees, but the buttons stopped at his waist. A good thing, for she could not imagine reaching lower. She was not that bold.All the while she made her way down the front of him, her husband stood silent, watching her. Not touching, as she longed for him to do, but simply...looking. His gaze branded her skin.When she managed the last one, she eased open the edges of the fabric, exposing his shirt underneath. Then she met his gaze and challenged him. “Am I to do all the work?”His eyes darkened.