Seokga smiles, looking rather pleased with himself. He’s very sweaty by now, Kisa notes, his golden-beige skin shining with perspiration. The heat of the sauna is the only reason her mouth dries out as Seokga tugs at the thin fabric of his shirt, which is now damp. “I’m beginning to think that you actually brought me in here to punish me,” he half-pants, half-accuses.

“Oh, yes,” Kisa says, staring fixedly at his collarbone. “I thought you might sweat out the anger. Is it working?”

“A little too well.” He stands, tugging off his shirt. Kisa’s eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets as she stares at his chest, the firm pecs and deeply cut muscles of his torso, the sharp V just below his hips. Little beads of sweat glimmer on his skin, and she suddenly feels the thoroughly insane desire to lick them off. Where—where on Iseung did that come from?

She’s still staring at his chest. What is wrong with her?

Get yourself together. Kisa bites down hard on her bottom lip, fumbling for some way to squash these absurd desires. Desperately, she shuffles through the filing cabinet of her mind for the fourteenth chapter of Complete Anatomies of Iseung’s Species, remembering the old tome being as painfully boring as watching paint dry—

His Scottish brogue trailed heat, like whips of fire, over Elsie’s bare skin. “God,” Finlay was rasping as she arched toward him, aching desperately to completely and utterly succumb to him. “Ye canna know how long I’ve been wanting this, lass. Waiting for this.”

She bit back a moan as his calloused hands curved around her arse and as his rough stubble grazed the inside of her thigh. “Please,” Elsie whimpered, hardly caring how brazenly wanton she sounded. “I need you.”

Finlay’s dark green eyes raised to meet hers. A devil-may-care smile curved that sinful mouth. “Aye?” the captain of the Jolly Scotsman asked huskily. “How badly? Will ye show me, love?”

A sharp gasp flew from Elsie’s lips as Finlay’s own finally met her where she ached. The sensational glide of his tongue, the carnal noises—

Kisa jerks backward as if she can escape her own thoughts, and chokes hard enough that tears rise to her eyes. That—that was certainly not chapter fourteen of Complete Anatomies of Iseung’s Species. No, that was chapter fourteen of a different book, yes, a very different book—the excerpt of Kidnapped by the Time-Traveling Highland Pirate-King that Kisa had peeked at just this morning.

She is vaguely aware of Seokga’s alarm as she gasps, finally drawing in a huge breath of air. Certain that her face is an obscene shade of blue, Kisa buries it in her hands, staring at the darkness provided by her trembling fingers.

Her first coherent thought: Well. That was rather embarrassing.

The second: Captain Finlay has the same color eyes as Seokga.