Teaser scene from Sins of a Ruthless Rogue
Clayton return ed his focus to the other room. Olivia resisted the arguments of both Kate and the modiste, and soon she was left alone to rest. She stood and stretched, hands high above her head, back arched. Then with unconcerned, leisurely deliberation, she slipped off her dressing gown and then her stays, leaving her clad only in her shift.
She reached down to grasp the hem and slowly, so slowly, lifted it. It skimmed passed her knees. Clayton could hear nothing but his pulse echoing in his ears.
If he valued his sanity, he'd move away now. The thoughts of what she might do alone and naked shuddered through him.
The linen lifted another quarter inch, revealing the pale skin of her thighs.
At least close your eyes. Give her privacy. He was no longer a lad waiting by the window of the mill to catch a glimpse of her as she arrived with her father.
Another quarter inch...
But she dropped the shift, letting it fall back to her calves. "Was that enough of a show for you?"