Niall opened the door and pushed her into their bedroom. Pressing her against the wall, he took her mouth in a lingering kiss. His hands roved the length of her torso, before coming to rest on her hips. “Did I mention my riding clothes fantasy?” “Mmmm, but we don’t have time if we want to watch the other guests arriving.” Her costume was already laid out on the bed and it would probably take her at least an hour to put on. “But I have an idea. Why don’t you dress me?” His mouth twitched in a wicked grin. “Okay, but only so I’ll know how to get you out of that outfit later.” Sinead stripped quickly and hurried into the shower. When she returned he was fingering the soft linen shift beside the dress. “My grandmother must have worn something like this. Okay, where are the undies?” “You’re holding them.” Sinead laughed. “Eighteenth century women didn’t wear any.”
