Page 29 of Getting Lucky in London

“I never really agreed, and you did say I was welcome to uncover as many secrets as I could.”

Hugging the book to her chest, she turned to look at me from beneath thick, black lashes, in a shy but seductive way that made me forget what we were talking about. “I’d say you’ve uncovered quite a lot.” She lowered her voice. “By now, you know almost as much about my body as I do.”

As she’d obviously intended, my cock stretched to fill out my jeans. As much as I’d like to resolve that problem behind one of the tents, I wouldn’t be deterred by sex, which seemed to be her go to for keeping me distracted. “What’s your last name? Can you at least tell me that?”

“I can tell you my middle name is Anne.”

I blew out a breath of frustration. “That will do…for now.”

Laying aside the book she’d been clutching, she turned away and exited the tent. The sun had crept low on the horizon, casting shadows from the buildings onto the road. Streetlights flickered on.

I followed her to the next awning, but she didn’t linger over the colorful scarves. Her eyes had lost their sparkle, and her teeth gnawed at her lower lip. Bloody hell, I’d wanted her to enjoy our outing, and now, I’d upset her.

Grasping her elbow, I pulled her to one side of the sidewalk and tugged her in for a brief kiss. “I’m sorry. I only want to know more about you.”

A sadness in her dark eyes cut me to the quick before she blinked it away and attempted a smile “I know.”

She didn’t offer more, so I let it go and tucked her arm in mine. “Let’s get something to eat.”

Iknew who she was. That would have to be enough until she was ready to trust me.

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Danielle

“Wake up. We’re here.” Michael’s deep voice roused me from a dream.

Lifting my head from his shoulder, I tried to get my bearings. It was dark, and we were in the back of the rideshare he’d called. We’d both been tired and full from a delicious Italian meal, but the mood between us had changed. We hadn’t recaptured the ease we shared all weekend.

As we’d crawled in the car after dinner, I only meant to close my eyes for a few minutes, but with his arms around me, I’d snuggled closer, savoring the feel and scent of him. But the weekend had caught up with me, exhaustion stealing what could be my last moments with him. And now, I wasn’t sure where we stood or if he would want me to leave.

I’d ruined everything. I could have made up a last name. I almost had. But I was determined not to lie to him any more than I already had.

The driver pulled to a stop in front of Michael’s house, and I slid out of the car behind him. Once inside the front door, we took off our shoes, and I padded barefoot behind him into the kitchen where he placed our to-go boxes in the fridge.

I pulled fruit and cheese from the bag, along with some of the homemade hand cream. “Will you see that your mother gets this? It’s not much, but she was so kind and generous.”

When he didn’t answer, I looked up. He was doing that quiet thing again that unnerved me. Standing at the sink, his arms braced on the white porcelain, he stared out the window into his little backyard.

Perhaps I really had overstayed my welcome. The bridge of my nose burned at the thought of leaving tonight. It would be hard enough to leave in the morning.

Hoping I was wrong, I rounded the island and slipped my arms around his waist. I laid my cheek against his back and listened to his heart beat. “Do you want me to go?”

He stirred from his musings and turned to face me. Leaning against the sink, he spread his legs and pulled me between them. One hand palmed the side of my neck, his thumb grazing a path of desire along my jaw. The butterflies in my belly fluttered their tiny wings, but a cold veil of anxiety weighed them down.

Solemn gray eyes tracked his actions for a moment, but now, they searched mine. “Do you want to go?”

“No.” I bit my lip to keep it from trembling and held my breath.

“Then stay.” He lowered his head, and his mouth feathered over mine.

The kiss was tender, sweet, and agonizing all at once. This would be my last night with Michael.

I tightened my arms around him and pressed my body against his, suddenly desperate to show him how I felt since I couldn’t tell him. He palmed my ass and dragged me against his hard erection.

Easing back, I murmured against his lips, “Make love to me, Michael.”

He groaned and swept me into his arms. He carried me through the kitchen and living room and up the stairs, eating at my lips the entire way. Stopping at the foot of the bed, he slowly lowered my feet to the floor and tugged my shirt and camisole over my head. I shoved his T-shirt out of the way, so I could kiss his chest as I started on the button and zipper of his jeans. With one hand, he reached behind his head and yanked his shirt the rest of the way off.

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