Her hands went to his arms as if to push him, but instead her fingers curled around his biceps and she melted into him.

Satisfaction roared through Lachlan, and they stumbled against the door as the kiss gave way to unbridled lust.

The taste of her, the feel of her, her smell, her electricity … he couldn’t remember the last time he’d wanted someone this much. As their tongues mimicked what their bodies needed to do, Lachlan thrust his hips against her, the heat of him throbbing at her core. Robyn gasped into his mouth, and he felt her arch into it, their bodies moving together until he was almost mad with the need to be naked.

To be inside her.

She sucked on his tongue, and he felt the last of the blood rush out of his brain. Grunting with want, his hands slipped down her slim back and beneath her yoga pants and underwear. The feel of her bare ass in his hands turned his kiss more desperate. He groaned into it, squeezing her firm, smooth cheeks and pulling her up against his erection.

Robyn gasped, breaking the kiss. “Lachlan.”

He kissed down her throat, licking, teeth scraping skin, wanting to devour every goddamn inch of her. Trailing his lips across her chest, he felt a change in its texture, like raised skin, and the sensation pulled him out of his fog. Lifting his head, Lachlan stared down at her chest, near the wide strap of her sports bra, and saw something he’d missed before. Curious, he removed his hands from inside her pants to pull at her strap to see better.

“Adair!” Robyn grabbed at his wrist, but it was too late.

He’d seen the scar.

That looked suspiciously like a scar from a bullet wound.

His head whipped up as he glared at her in question.

Robyn flushed, this time not with arousal, and she shoved at him. “Get off me.”

As he backed away slowly, drinking in the awesome sight of her trembling with unsatisfied desire—desire he’d be happy to sate if she’d let him—his eyes caught on something else he’d missed.

Another scar, not quite but almost hidden by the hem of the sports bra.

Jesus Christ.

She’d been shot.

Multiple times.

The thought was like ice water over his arousal.

“Does Mac know?” His voice was hoarse.

Instead of an answer, she threw him another dirty look and dashed out before he could stop her.

“Robyn!” He followed her into the hall and caught her by the waist.

She squirmed in his arms, full of fight that exhausted him now. “Let go of me.”

Instead he kissed her again.

He kissed her hard and almost punishing, wanting to remind her how she’d felt only seconds ago, before he’d discovered her scars.

The reminder of the scars gentled him, his kiss softening, almost coaxing, and she kissed him back. Her supple body relaxed into him, giving way to this bloody madness between them. Lachlan wanted to know about the scars. But he wanted her like this more. Needful and wanting and hot magic in his searching hands.

They fell against the wall, this time his back to it, while Robyn pressed her whole body into his.

He gripped her ass, pulling her deeper against him.

“Dear God!” The squeak of surprise separated them with the impact of a clap of thunder.

Trying to catch his breath, Lachlan turned his head to the right. Standing frozen in the staff corridor was Agnes, his head housekeeper, and Sarah McCulloch.

Damn.

Robyn wriggled, and he realized belatedly she was trying to escape his hold. He let her go so abruptly, she stumbled back. Lachlan reached to steady her, but she waved him off.

She wouldn’t meet his eyes.

“I have to go see my father.” She hurried from him before he could protest.

Once Robyn was out of sight, Lachlan became fully aware that he’d just been caught practically humping Mac’s daughter.

Deciding to pretend nothing had happened, he strode toward his head housekeeper and McCulloch’s granddaughter. “I got caught in the rain. I need to change.”

“Of course, sir.” Agnes grimaced. “I’m so sorry, sir, we didn’t—”

He cut her off with a stern expression that warned her not to say anything else on the subject.

Then he swiftly made his way to his suite before any of the members could find him. The door slammed shut behind him as he marched into his room. Hands on hips, he stared unseeing out the window as the events of the last fifteen minutes filled his mind.

Robyn had been shot, and Mac might not know about it.

Goddamn it.

It wasn’t the only thing Mac didn’t know about.

Groaning, Lachlan slumped into his armchair, elbows to knees, head in his hands.

His attraction to Robyn was not within his control.

He could admit that.

But maybe if they both understood the rules, it wouldn’t be a problem. They could fuck until they’d exhausted the attraction between them, and everything would eventually return to normal.