“Then have me,” she urged him.
He gave her a slow, devastating smile. “Och, I will. At least a dozen more times before we leave here in the morning, and a thousand times again once we reach Lyongate.”
“Only a thousand?”
He laughed. “So we add greedy to your list of sins.”
She bit back her own chuckle. “And you have none?”
“More than I can name, though one stands out.”
“Is that so?”
She didn’t believe him. He was perfect.
“Indeed,” he admitted, reaching down between them, preparing to claim her. “I haven’t yet told you that you are the first and only woman I have ever loved.”
Oh, Lucian,I love you so much, too,she started to say, but couldn’t because he kissed her.
So she returned his kiss with the whole of her heart, knowing her passion spoke louder than words.
And apparently they did because he went still and looked at her. “Did you just say you love me, lass?”
“I did, and I do.” She smiled at him through a mist of tears, not about to wonder how he’d really heard.
It would seem there truly was magic in Scotland.
And hadn’t she known it all along?
