“Yes.” His smile held amusement and something else. Something real. Love. “I don’t believe completely in fate, as you know. But there’s a reason I was able to mate you without sex, and there’s a reason my marking appeared on my hand the second I touched you.”
Yeah, but there could be all sorts of biological reasons for that. “You were doing a favor.”
He kissed her, going deep but being playful. Fun and light. Gentle and teasing. Then he leaned back, his gaze full dark silver. “Don’t get me wrong. I’m fine with you spending all the time you want getting me to love you more, but it’s impossible. I can’t imagine there being more love. It’s not all roses and rice, either.”
She smiled, cuddling into his massive chest. “Of course not.” Roses and rice were just symbols. They had something deeper. “Thank you for coming to get me.” It didn’t matter which time. They all counted.
“I’ll always come and get you.” He kissed her again, expressing every emotion she could ever want. Apparently when the Highlander let go, he did it completely. Figured. “The times ahead aren’t going to be easy, but I know we’ll always make it through.”
She smiled, her hand over his heart, right where she wanted to be. “I know. You’re a great soldier.”
He nipped her lip. “Even so, I have what other soldiers could only dream of having.” He kissed her again, sending desire and something deeper, something true, through her very veins.
She lifted her head, feeling at home for the first time in her life. “What do you have?”
“I have you. Grace.”
