He sighed. She still didn’t trust him, which was disheartening. It was odd, for in every relationship he’d ever had, he was the one unwilling to trust, to care, to commit. And yet here he was, yearning for—damn it, what did he yearn for? Well, there would be time enough to think about that once he and Moira were gone from this cursed place. “In the morning I will have Leeds and Stewart ready with the coach. You will wait with them. As soon as I get the artifact, we go. I’m done playing Ross’s game.”

She hesitated, then nodded. “Very well. We will try it your way.”

Robert’s gaze traced the curve of her cheek to the delicate line of her throat, and down to the swell of her breasts. His fingers itched at the thought of cupping them through the fabric, teasing them until—

“Robert, kiss me.” Her gaze locked with his. “I don’t want to think any more.”

He kissed her with all his pent-up emotion and passion, bunching her gown in his hands. In seconds, he had her undressed and in bed. Her skin looked peach-warm in the lamplight that caressed her curves, which beckoned to him irresistably.

She smiled tantalizingly. “Well? Are you just going to look?”

What man could resist her? He swiftly undressed. Her gaze immediately went to his erect cock, fanning his own desire.

He got into the small bed, eager to touch her. He cupped one breast and flicked his thumb over the nipple. It hardened immediately and Moira gasped, her lashes fluttering. God, he loved it when he made her look like that.

Then her warm hand encircled his cock, and Robert caught his breath at the eruption of sensations that rippled through him, teasing and tantalizing.

Before he could say anything, Moira released him, pushed him to the mattress, and straddled him. His cock was firmly pressed against her backside as she grinned down at him, her hair streaming over her shoulders. “It’s time you stopped ordering me about.” She raised up on her knees, and then slid down onto him.

Robert grabbed the mattress edges with both hands, trying to keep control. “Moira, don’t—” he choked out.

Moira lifted up until she was poised over his cock again. “Well?” she whispered. “Shall I?”

He couldn’t resist her. He grasped her waist and answered her with a firm downward tug.

She engulfed him in a tight, velvet grip that sent his senses spiraling out of control. She rode him again and again, teasing him to madness. Just as he was on the edge of no return, she stopped, her head tilted back, her glorious red hair streaming about her, an expression of pure ecstasy on her face.

Robert lifted his hips, and she gasped, rocking back on her heels, her hands flat on his stomach. Robert wished he could take this moment and hold it forever.

He held her waist and slowly lifted her, then slid her back down, and she moaned. They found a steady rhythm, their breathing growing more erratic, the pressure building until Moira gasped out his name and threw herself forward to rock hard back and forth. Suddenly, she stilled and gasped his name as she gave way to the wave of pleasure that engulfed her.