“Drums Of Autumn (Outlander, Book 4)” by Diana Gabaldon –
“He looked at me in silence for a moment. Then, very slowly, he walked around me. At last, his voice came from behind me.
“Ye wore them outside?” he said, in tones of incredulity. “Where folk could see ye?”
“I did,” I said crossly. “So did most other women. Why not?”
“Why not?” he said, scandalized. “I can see the whole shape of your buttocks, for God’s sake, and the cleft between!”
“I can see yours, too,” I pointed out, turning around to face him. “I’ve been looking at your backside in breeks every day for months, but only occasionally does the sight move me to make indecent advances on your person.”
His mouth twitched, undecided whether to laugh or not. Taking advantage of the indecision, I took a step forward and put my arms around his waist, firmly cupping his backside.
“Actually, it’s your kilt that makes me want to fling you to the floor and commit ravishment,” I told him. “But you don’t look at all bad in your breeks.””
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