“The touch of his skin against hers was so powerful it seemed to control her body. She breathed when he paused, stopped when he moved. She had no doubt that her heart was beating in time to his pulse.”
The four ladies fell silent at that, continuing their shameless perusal of Michael and his companions. He leaned down and murmured something in one of their ears, causing the lady in question to titter and blush, hiding her mouth behind her hand.
“He’s quite a flirt,” Kate said.
“A certain air about him,” Sophie confirmed. “Those women haven’t a chance.”
He smiled at one of his companions then, a slow, liquid grin that caused even the Bridgerton women to sigh.
“Haven’t we something better to do besides spy on Michael?” Francesca asked, disgusted.
Kate, Sophie, and Eloise looked at each other, blinking.
