A Gentleman's Curse (Avenging Lords 4)

Drake performed with great mastery and skill. While Lockhart knew his friend played, he had no idea how well. It was a piece of music he had never heard before, more dramatic than any waltz heard in the ballrooms in London. It had a Hungarian flavour filled with passion and energy.

“Devlin composed the music himself,” Juliet said, looking extremely proud.

It was then that Dariell and Emily took to twirling about the floor in the rotunda, circling Drake as he tinkled the keys, sweeping about with poise and grace.

Claudia gripped Lockhart’s arm. “Heavens, I don’t think I have ever witnessed anything so beautiful.” Love for her sister clung to every word.

“I have,” he whisp

ered as he studied his wife’s delicate profile.

Overwhelmed with the need to feel Claudia’s body pressed to his, Lockhart took her in his arms and swayed in time with the music. He held her far too close for the dance to be considered respectable. After all, had she not accepted a proposal from a scandalous rogue?

Using a strategy of carefully planned steps, he steered her away from prying eyes, to a secluded spot behind the flowing white sheets. “Now that we have a little privacy, perhaps we should share a passionate kiss, one that conveys the depth of our love.”

When he stared deeply into her eyes and his hands skimmed the curve of her hips, Claudia arched a brow. “While that is the look of love, Mr Lockhart, your wandering hands speak of lust.”

Lust and love burned hot in his veins. “Won’t you permit your husband this one indulgence?”

Claudia looked into his eyes and gave a dreamy sigh. “For you, my love, anything.”