“Easy, sweetheart,” he said, and chuckled as he kissed her throat. “You’ll be the death of me.”
“Did I hurt you?”
“Far from it. In fact, I think you should—” The coach stopped, and Adam cursed softly. “Bloody wedding breakfast.”
“Couldn’t we simply tell the coachman to drive around a bit longer?”
At this, her husband laughed. She loved the sound. For such a serious man, that simple sound changed him completely.
“Oh, sweetheart,” he said again, the endearment falling easily from his lips. “I am sorely tempted to do just that, but we’ve caused enough scandal as it is. Besides, when I claim your body, I would rather not be rushed. And once you understand why, you will be grateful I exercised some measure of restraint at this moment.”
He gently set her on the seat beside him, and they sm
