Page 487 of Wicked Highland Heroes

“You will forgive me, Montagu, but I am not quite finished with your daughter.” Nick started to close the door, then paused when Dobbs, the butlers appeared at her father’s side.

“Henry Maxwell and another gentleman are here to see Lady Josephine and Lord Grayson,” he said.

“That would be Reverend Williams,” Nicholas said. “Tell him we will be down presently.” Nicholas nodded to her father, and said, “Montagu,” then closed the door.

“Nicholas,” Josephine cried. “You can’t close the door in my father’s face.”

“I can.” He drew her close.

She glanced at the door. “What is Reverend Williams doing here?”

“In a minute, Jo.” He cupped her neck and held her firm as his mouth covered hers.

The kiss was gentle, sweet, yet her stomach flipped, and she feared her knees would buckle.

He breathed deep, then ended the kiss and looked down at her. “We had better hurry.”

Her heart raced. “Nick, the reverend, we cannot—”

“Don’t force me to lay you down on that couch and make love to you, Jo.”

She blinked. “What?”

“Your father might allow me a kiss, but he is liable to take exception to me bedding his daughter while he and the rest of your family wait with the minister who is to marry us.”

“Nicholas, you wouldn’t.”

“Aye, love, I would.” His eyes gleamed. “And with relish.” He drew her against his side and opened the door. “Your father tells me you have not seen Cecily since her son was born. I think a long honeymoon at Whitehall is just the things for us. You can visit her.” Nicholas looked down at her as they passed through the doorway. “Once we decide to leave my bedchambers.”