Page 92 of The Unplanned Wedding

I glance down to find her looking at me with sleepy eyes. She reaches up and traces the fold between my eyebrows. “You look so intense.”

When I don’t reply, she pushes her elbows into my chest and balances her chin on her palm. "Everything okay?"

"Why wouldn’t it be?"

"You looked like you had a lot on your mind."

"I did," I admit.

"Care to share?"

These feelings inside me are too new. I need to make sense of them before I tell her.I find myself withdrawing from her and manage a smile. "Was wondering what to feed you for breakfast."

"This is a beautiful venue," She looks around the restaurant. It has a view of the Seine and the various bridges that crisscross it. In the distance is the Eiffel Tower which we visited earlier. She wanted to go, and I couldn’t refuse her. She catches me watching her and flushes. "What? Is there something on my face?" She pulls up her phone and checks her appearance on the screen.

"You’re good."

The wait staff places our food in front of us and retreats.

"You ordered for me again?" She glances down at her plate.

"Saffron-infused golden beetroot carpaccio with micro greens and aged balsamic pearls. " I nod toward her food.

“Ooh, that sounds and smells yummy." She glances at my plate. "What are you having?

"Grilled Portobello Mushroom Steaks with Truffle Risotto and Roasted Asparagus.”

She pushes her glasses up her nose. She’s not wearing her contact lenses today, and I’m so happy about that. Not only because it makes her sexier to look at, but also because she deserves to be comfortable in her own skin, always.

“It’s vegan?” She peers at the food.

“It is.” I nod. I opted for a dish she could eat, so I can do this. “Try it.”

I scoop some of the food onto my fork and offer it to her.

She licks the morsels off the tines, and instantly, I’m hard again.Fuck.Throughout our sightseeing this morning, I found myself reaching for her, holding her hand, tucking strands of hair behind her ear. In short, behaving like a besotted husband on his honeymoon.

I have a feeling this is why Arthur gifted us this trip. He knew, the moment I had my wife alone in a hotel room, all bets were off.

Canny bastard wanted to make sure we’d consummate the marriage. It's well-known among the Davenports, the old man doesn’t put merit on any of us being married—not unless it's also consummated. He stoppedsaying it to our faces though, and instead, found sneaky ways to ensure the deed was done so it’d increase his chances of a progeny. And I couldn’t have refused the trip without arousing his suspicions, so here we were. Speaking off, I set down my fork and rub my chin. "We never spoke about contraception. I’m sorry, I should have checked, but I got carried away." Very unlike me, again. "You’re on the pill, aren’t you?"

She shoots me a curious look.

"I saw it in your purse." I shrug. "And I’m clean. I can email the blood work to you."

She shakes her head. "I believe you. I’m clean, too. I mean, I would be, considering you’re the first man I've slept with."

And the last,I think to myself. I shake my head. "It’s unbelievable that you were a virgin, but just so you’re aware, it wouldn’t have made a difference if you hadn’t been."

"No?"

I shake my head. "The pleasure I can give you would have far outweighed what anyone else could have."

She scoffs, "Ego much?"

"You know, it’s a fact."

She narrows her gaze on me, then sighs. "I believe you, especially after the way you made me orgasm earlier."

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