Her eyes fixed on his. “Do ye think the coachman heard us?” She asked finally, feigning innocence with a wicked gleam in her eye.
“Och, aye. I believe the wildlife did as well.” He winked at her before lifting her off him and straightening her gown as best he could, then tucked himself away and fastened his trousers.
“I’ve ne’er passed the time in a carriage like that afore. Lord Primrose, ye are opening up a whole new world to me,” she giggled, settling beside him after pushing the curtain open so they could once again see outside.
“Always glad to be of service, my lady.”
“Now,” she said, tapping her chin. “How do we spend the rest of the journey?”
The look on her face was pure lust. “Ye are a wicked one, love. Ne’er change.”
“I willna.”
“Promise?” He asked.
“With all my heart.”
