Page 49 of Road Trip With a Rogue

Vaughan let out a disappointed groan as she pulled away from him and slipped out of the bed.

“Where are you going? Come back. I need you.”

His voice was like gravel, rough from sleep, and her stomach tightened with want at his words. If only they had more time.

“We can’t. We have to go. I have to stop that wedding.”

He rolled over onto his front and his biceps bulged as he pulled his pillow over his head. He mumbled something incomprehensible into the sheets.

“What was that?”

He removed the pillow and turned on his side to face her, and she tried not to think about how gorgeous he looked with his dark hair mussed from sleep and the shadow of stubble peppering his jaw. He looked divine, utterly debauched. She took a step back from temptation.

“I said, forget about bloody Victoria and Peter.”

“Violet and Peregrine,” she corrected with a smile.

“I’ll pay you five hundred poundsnotto go after them.”

“I can’t do that,” she countered. “And it’s not just about the money. The reputation of King and Company is at stake, too. We’ve been hired to return Violet to London unwed, and that’s what I plan to do.”

“A thousand pounds,” he groaned, sounding desperate. “I’ll pay you a thousand pounds to get back into bed with me right now.”

Daisy bit back a smile, even as she put her hands on her hips and glared at him. “You’re making me sound like anextremelyexpensive courtesan.”

He rolled his eyes. “You know what I mean. I’m not offering you money for sex. I’m offering you money so I don’t have to leave this surprisingly comfortable bed and go haring across the Scottish border at the arse-crack of dawn. Have pity, Hamilton.”

She shook her head, steeling herself against his pleading, and ignoring the twisted knot of desire in her belly.

Just one more time.

No. She couldn’t let Tess and Ellie down.

“Come on, get up. Or I’ll go without you.”

She turned from the far-too-tempting sight of his bare chest and hastened to her bag. Keeping her chemise on, she donned a clean shirt, breeches, and stockings, then tugged on her boots.

Vaughan was still sitting in bed when she glanced back at him and she bit back a growl of impatience. He had absolutely no sense of urgency. She grabbed the corner of the coverlet and shook it, and he let out a howl of annoyance as the cold air touched his naked skin.

“God, woman! All right. I’m coming.”

He threw back the sheets and stood, and her eyes widened at the sight of him. He was fully, unashamedly aroused, his cock standing proudly to attention, and he sent her a dark, sardonic look from under his brows.

“We’re wasting a perfectly good cock-stand, I’ll have you know.”

Daisy swallowed, clenching her fists against the urge to drop to her knees and take him into her mouth. Her pulse rate doubled, and she bit her lip.

Vaughan made an anguished noise. “Stop looking at me like that, or I’m going to stop being noble, bend you over that desk, and make you forget all about your bloody assignment.”

It was no empty threat. He could distract her with the least effort, and both of them knew it.

Daisy dragged her eyes from him and turned her back, shoving her dirty clothes into her bag. She fastened her belt around her waist but slid her single blade into her boot instead of the leather sheath at her back. It was more comfortable for riding in the carriage.

She let out a relieved sigh as she heard Vaughan stomp into the adjoining washroom and splash some water into the bowl.

“Where are my other two knives?” she called through the door.

“Still not ready to return them,” he growled back.