Part 78 (1/2)

”Aye. The la.s.s is like another I know.” He kissed the tip of her nose.

”Be very careful, my lord. We are not yet wed.”

”Nay. But Angus and Mistress Snow are below stairs now planning their wedding. And if we are wise, we will ask to share their ceremony on the morrow.”

”Oh, Brice. Could we?” She caught his hand.

”Let us go below and speak to them.”

She was surprised when he resisted. Before she could tug again on his hand he dragged her roughly against him and covered her lips with his.

Instantly she felt the rush of desire that begged for release.

”We will talk with them later.” The words were ground against her lips.

They sank to their knees on the fur throw. His fingers moved to the b.u.t.tons of her gown.

”My men...”

”Will be invited to a wedding on the morrow. But for tonight, my beloved, just let me love you.”

Love.