Confessions of a Royal Bridegroom(173)

“Who knows?” Justine said, patting him on the chest. “You might have ended up a vicar, after all.”

He laughed, and then tipped her chin up to look at him. She saw no shadows or regrets in his dark gaze—only love and a wicked glint of humor.

“As blasphemous as it sounds, my sweet,” he said, “there’s only one thing I want to worship right now, and that’s you. And preferably while you’re naked.”

She rested a hand on his cheek, putting all the love in her heart into her smile. “It is very naughty of you to say such a thing, but I suppose that’s what comes from marrying a man of your reputation, Mr. Steele. I have only myself to blame for engaging in such reckless behavior.”

And as he leaned down to kiss her, Justine could only thank God that she had.