With greater access given, Darcy's lips moved across her skin, and teeth grazed lightly at her collarbone. She really was the most beautiful woman, and every inch of her skin was tantalising and perfect to him.
He considered it for a moment. "Perhaps," he said. "There are many things I would do for you, after all." Whether or not he would have been entirely comfortable in less was another question. "My impertinent fiancee," he added with a smile, teasingly referring to his first letter.