The Daring Miss Darcy (Lost Ladies of London 4)

“Cross your legs,” he said with supreme confidence in his ability.

She did as he asked, and the sensation only heightened her need to find her release. Good Lord. She was liable to stretch out on the table and let him take her there and then. That thought sent another pulse of desire shooting to her core.

Fabian stepped down from the dais to join two other men. They played a country tune and their guests piled to the floor. Everyone danced, though the Erstwhiles were lauded for their stamina when they managed to keep pace with Mackenzie’s jig.

The music was loud. The crowd were laughing and singing as Ross’ fingers delved between her thighs and played her through the fine material of her dress as easily as Fabian stroked the strings on his fiddle.

Estelle struggled to sit still.

Ross’ gaze never left her face. “I’ll not wait until tonight to be inside you.”

That was it. She came apart then. The muscles in her core clamped down, missing the feel of having him to grip on to, though still sending pleasurable shivers to her toes.

Ross waited until the tremors subsided and then sat back with a huge grin on his face.

“So,” she began, a little breathless. “It seems you have found yourself another opponent as well as Wickett. Now, I shall have to think of new and novel ways to tease you.”

“Then I shall look forward to the event with bated breath. Perhaps you may get your first opportunity in an hour or two. Mackenzie has hidden a chest of coins with clues how to find the treasure. I imagine most people will go on the hunt.”

Estelle smiled. “But not you?”

Ross took hold of her hand. “No, not me. I have the only treasure I want right here.”

THE END