‘Perfect.’
‘Although…’
‘Although?’
‘I’m thinking of taking the role of my mother in that play I was telling you about.’
Tristan kissed her. ‘I think that’s a wonderful idea. You’ll slay them. As you do me. Now, let’s go upstairs.’
‘Upstairs?’
‘I organised a room.’
‘But the Abbey is only two miles away.’
‘That’s two miles too far if I’m going to be able to make love to you with any level of skill and control.’
‘I’m quite partial to what we’ve done so far,’ Lily whispered, feathering the silky hair at his nape between her fingers.
‘And I’m quite partial to you, my darling Honey Blossom Lily Wild.’
He bent to kiss her again but Lily dodged him. ‘We have your sister’s wedding to finish first.’
‘Believe me, after the way we exited the dance floor nobody is expecting to see us back any time soon.’
‘But I need to catch the bridal bouquet,’ Lily protested as Tristan gathered her up in his arms and strode for the door.
‘Why do you need a bouquet when you’ve got your groom right here?’
‘I hadn’t thought of that,’ she admitted provocatively. ‘Good thing you’re here.’
Tristan stopped and caught her chin between his thumb and forefinger, raising her eyes to his. ‘I’ll always be here for you,’ he said, capturing her lips in a sweet, searing kiss.
Lily’s mouth trembled with emotion as she stared into Tristan’s loving green gaze, happier than she had ever been in her whole life. ‘And I you.’