“It’s not that,” she said quickly. “It’s just…” She floundered, a strange suspicion forming. “Do you like it?” she asked impulsively. “Your belly?” She nodded and his eyes dropped immediately to roam over it. “I bloody love it,” he answered with a groan. “You—?” Emmie stared at him in astonishment. “You are not serious!” “It’s beautiful,” he said so matter-of-factly that she found she could not doubt his sincerity. “I want to feel the cool, soft skin against my face. May I?”
