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She hikes her legs around my hips, using her weight against me, and I topple forward. There’s a brief moment where I could withstand her attack, but I don’t want to. I want her to know she’s right. I do care, and if me falling in a fountain in the back-streets of Paris is what she needs to really understand that, then so be it.
The last thing I hear before we both plunge into the cold water is her laughter.
It’s the best sound I’ve ever heard.
28
NICO
We’ve left a trail of damp footprints all over Paris, but the evening is warm and my sopping clothes have barely distracted me from Kate at all. She doesn’t seem too fussed either. She’s been chatting non-stop about the gallery, the paintings, the Eiffel Tower and the fact that Paris has never looked as beautiful as it does tonight.
I barely noticed the city because Kate held all my attention. The sweet curve of her upper lip, the slight lopsidedness of her smile, the way being near her makes me feel… like my nerves are being constantly jangled in the best way.
We trip inside the apartment, both of us dripping wet. As soon as the door clicks shut, I pin her against it.
She laughs. “Aren’t you going to give me the tour?” She peers into the apartment over my shoulder.
“After.” I kiss her neck, biting the skin. The faintest hint of her floral perfume hits my nostrils and I can’t get enough.
“After what?”
“After you take your dress off. This is a naked zone.”
“Is it indeed?”
“Mmm. Yup.” My hand drifts up her thigh, but she shoves me off and pulls her dress right over her head, dropping the wet fabric to the floor. It lands on the polished parquet with a squelch.
“Where are we doing this?” she asks, the eager look in her eye killing me.
“Everywhere.” I pull her back against me and kiss her neck, my hands roaming her body. “I want to fuck you in every room.”
Her gaze roves over the high ceilings and paneled walls. “Looks big. Huge. How many rooms are there?”
“Not enough.”
Under my fingertips, her ribs vibrate as her laughter rings out through the empty flat.
She eases out of my embrace, sashaying her way down the corridor in wet underwear and heels. The lace of her panties rides halfway up the perfect curves of her arse. So supple. So ready to be kissed. Bitten. Spanked. My dick gives a hard throb that settles to a constant ache.
Kate trails a finger along the wall as she walks. It’s a slow, seductive movement that draws me along like I’m on a leash.
I’m right behind her when she spins around, eyes widening when she sees the look on my face. I must look…ravenous. Like I want to swallow every morsel of her soft, pink flesh.
She arches a brow. “Thought you said this was a naked zone?” She tugs at the buttons on my wet shirt, then pulls at the damp waistband of my trousers. “Get these off.”
I peel my clothes off until I’m only in my boxers.
I’m already hard. Pretty sure I’ve been hard all evening. Kate only has to look in my direction and I’ve got a semi. She casts my crotch an appreciative glance.
Unable to resist, I pull her against me, pressing our bodies flush.Fuck, she’s soft. Our mouths meet and I grab the apple ofher arse, forcing her closer still. My dick presses right between her legs. Hot. Warm. And so fucking close.
If I slid her underwear to one side, I could slip right in. A groan ekes from my throat; the sound loaded with need. But I don’t want to do this here. I break away, trying to ignore Kate’s just-kissed lips and wild eyes, as I lead her towards the bedroom.
I’m halfway down the corridor when Kate tugs on my hand. “Fuck, Nico, how big is this flat? Are we there yet? I feel like we’re walking to Scotland.” She peers through one of the open doors. “I’m pretty sure I can see some suitable rooms right here.”
I chuckle. “Easy, tiger.” I shove the bedroom door open. The lights are off, but the shutters are open and outside Paris is lit up like a fairyland.
“Wow,” Kate murmurs as she takes in the view. “It’s beautiful.”