DARCY’S EYES RAKED his wife as she stood rearranging a vase of flowers, removing the spent blooms. The lacy bodice and silken skirt of her night rail clung to her luscious curves.
His desire rose at the sight of her. “How tired are you?” he asked.
“Not too tired for you.” Her eyes glinted in the candlelight. As was her habit, she had left her hair up, just to torment him.
He approached her and removed the pins one by one. He slid the soft tresses through his fingers as he released each strand. When he finished, he smoothed the luxurious mass of curls, letting them trail down her back.
“You grow more beautiful every day, Mrs. Darcy.”
She pressed her hands to his chest. “You spoil me, Mr. Darcy.”
He nuzzled her ear, kissing the lobe, breathing her sweet violet scent. With his palm at t
