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She sets her hand over her heart and smiles. “I can’t believe this.”

I touch her chin. “I can.”

Kate holds my gaze for a moment, then leans in and lays a beautiful morning kiss on my mouth. She wraps her arms around my neck, and I slide my hands down her sides. Where’s the zip on this thing? “Thank you for staying with me last night.”

“You’re welcome.” I kiss her again, lay her gently down, and settle my thigh between her legs. She moans as I trail kisses down her neck.

Damn, I love that sound.

“Wait.” She pushes me away with a panicked look in her eyes. “Your brother’s wedding. What time is it?”

The wedding hasn’t even started, and it’s already ruining my day. “Who cares? We have time.” I have no idea what time it is, but I can make time for this.

Kate looks at her phone. “We’ve got forty-five minutes before I need to start getting ready. Think we can make it quick.”

With Kate, I prefer to take it slow. Nice and slow. But I let out a playful sigh. “If we must.”

Holding my face in her hands, she smiles and presses her lips to mine.

Chapter Twenty-Six

DREW

I’m already tuggingon my collar and grimacing when I pull up to Kate’s hotel—this time, trading Black Jack for a black town car. Whoever invented the cummerbund was mad. Everything about this gray suit feels stiff and stuffy. It reminds me of how uncomfortable I was growing up. We were always made to dress up so our father could show off what good little boys we were while attending church on Sundays and events with royals and other London elites. And how can I forget the ridiculous uniforms from boarding school?

I remember watching American teen movies when I was young and wishing I could havethatkind of life—dress how I wanted, flirt with girls in the hallways, drive my motorbike, and sleep in my own bed at home. If I complained, Dad would scowl and tell me that I should be grateful for all the opportunities and education I was privy to. It would’ve been perfect if the life I was groomed for was the life I actually wanted.

Kate makes her entrance out on the street, and the sight of her takes my breath away. My American girl looks very English in her vintage cut dress and matching red fascinator hat. Her black studded heels give her that little edge that I love about her.

I knew the moment she mentioned the dress that night at my flat I had to get it for her. Of course, I had to call in Kent’s personal shopper and describe it as best as I could. Kate would look stunning in anything. And she’s drop-dead gorgeous when she wears nothing too.

The driver opens the door, and I step out, greeting my wedding date with a smile. “You look beautiful.”

“Thank you.” She glances away bashfully, batting her lashes. Then, she steps her foot back and descends into a curtsy fit for the Queen. But at this moment, she’s my queen.

“What are you, English or something? Where did you learn to curtsey like that?” I ask.

“I learned it on YouTube,” Kate says in a posh London accent.

“Your accent’s getting pretty good,” I say, doing my best to sound American.

Kate laughs, her green eyes glistening in the daylight. “Yours needs some work.”

She leans up on her toes, and I meet her for a kiss. The touch of her lips shoots a trembling sensation to my stomach and a tingle in my tailored trousers. It’s a shame there’s no time to go back up to her room for another shag before the wedding.

She looks into my eyes and wipes my bottom lip, caressing my cheek with her fingertips. “You shaved. I’ve never seen you without stubble.”

“Yeah, I need to at least look like a respectable gentleman.”

“Well, youarea respectable gentleman, and you look . . . very handsome.” She bites her red lip with her pearly teeth. I smile, take her hand, and lead her to the car. “Maybe later, when your five o’clock shadow grows in, you can change back into those ripped jeans,” Kate says, pinching my ass.

Oh, yeah. This girl gets me.

“I was hoping we could get naked instead,” I whisper in her ear.

She grins and shivers at my words, and I lean in and kiss her neck, inhaling her sweet perfume. “You smell delicious.” I place my hand on her nylon-covered knee and slide it up her thigh.

Kate closes her eyes, letting out a little moan. “Drew, the driver’s right there,” she whispers.

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