Page 110 of No One's Bride

“I’d be nae one’s bride had we nae married.” Thankfully, she removed her hand from his throbbing cock to cup his cheek. “My home is here now.”

She opened the box, her eyes widening as she gazed at the gold brooch and the oval emerald between two entwined hearts. “’Tis a Luckenbooth, though I’ve never seen one this beautiful.”

“I’m told it’s a Scottish love token.”

“Aye.” Her smile faded. “But now I feel terrible. I should have bought ye something special. When ye open my gift, ye’ll think all I want is yer mastery in bed.”

Intrigued, he probed her further. “What did you buy? You may as well tell me now. You know what will happen once we’re home.”

She hesitated briefly. “A first edition of Crawshaw’s book of British trees.” A pretty pink blush stained her cheeks. “I thought we could make another list, make it our mission to find those in secluded places.”

Sebastian’s breath caught in his throat. He didn’t think he could love her more than he did in that moment. It wasn’t that he found the idea arousing. It was that someone cared enough to plan a future with him.

“Do ye know how many species of trees there are in England?”

Sebastian kissed her tenderly on the lips. “No, but I shall have immense pleasure finding out.”