Page 41 of Risk It All
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“Already?” I slide my hand over his belly and lower.
He grins. “Well, I might need a minute.”
“In the meantime, do you want to play tourist?”
“Whatever you want, sweetheart.”
My heart stumbles in my chest at the endearment, but I work to keep my expression light and happy. “How about St. Katherine Docks. There's the Tower of London and Tower Bridge, good food—”
“I could use some food.”
“Let's get dressed and we can go.”
He studies me again. It's disconcerting to feel like he can see my inner most thoughts, into my soul. But then he kisses me. Not a sexy passionate one, like he just gave me. This one was soft, thorough, sweet. And it undoes me.
