It was one of those moments when Darcy had to wonder just how far his own willpower could be stretched and still hold strong.
Her layers were easy to remove. A skirt could be hitched up, the top was barely holding on anyway. Christ, he had to stop staring at her body. His mind was busy remembering having her in his lap, and thinking about the way she had shuddered and moaned for him earlier that afternoon. If they could do that to each other while fully clothed...
He had to remind himself that they were actually still in a public place technically, and they were not yet married. Still... there was no harm in just letting his fingers run along the little strip of newly exposed skin.