Wicked Nights With a Lover

His lips twisted wryly as he pulled her flush against him. “I had to do something while you were visiting all those watchmakers.”

She gasped. “You knew!”

He grinned wickedly. “I know everything.”

She knocked a fist against his shoulder. “Not everything.”

His grin faded and he dipped his head, his mouth brushing her lips. “I know you’re the best thing that ever happened to me. I know I couldn’t have stolen a better bride.” He kissed her so hard her knees grew weak. “And,” he murmured against her lips, “I know I love you.”

She fanned her fingers against his cheek. “I love you, too.”

A slow smile spread out over his face. “I know that, too.”

Taking his hand, she watched his face as she pressed it to her belly. “But you didn’t know about this.”