Page 6 of One Night in Paris
“Yeah, one of my buddies has a little cash and always stays in nice places.” I shrugged, trying to play it off.
“Must be nice,” she muttered.
“What’s that?” Why would she care about money when she owns her own company?
“Oh, uh, I said this place sure is nice.” She smiled up at me while I puzzled over what I thought I’d heard versus what she’d repeated.
When we arrived at my floor, all thoughts of confusion left me. With the keycard still in my hand, I approached the door to my room, walking so swiftly, Harper had to jog to keep up. Taking a deep breath, I tried to calm myself down.
But we were both here for only one reason, so why would I want to delay that or play any kind of silly game?
With the door unlocked, I pulled Harper inside, not even stopping to flick on a light. My mouth descended upon hers. All of that pent-up energy I’d been carrying around with me all night flowed out of me as I tangled my fingers in her long brown tresses and finally tasted those luscious lips of hers.
Harper pulled back, looking up at me with passion emblazoned in her expression, her eyes slightly narrowed, her lips pursed. Shoving me back a little, she reached around and tugged down the zipper of her dress, slowly letting it slide from her shoulders, revealing the most incredibly sexy body I’d ever seen.
If I’d ever doubted her story about being a lingerie designer, those thoughts were vanquished the moment I saw what she was wearing beneath her dress. Her lacy black bra pushed her breasts up, making my mouth water with longing to taste them. Her matching black thong wasn’t much more than a scrap of fabric, but the cut and lace details immediately made my cock spring to life.
With a coquettish grin, Harper slipped out of her shoes. “Veux-tu de moi, Monsieur Logan?” she asked, her French accent sexy as hell.
Did I want her? Fuck, yes.
Reaching for her, I replied in a breathy whisper the only word I could get out. “Oui.”
4
HARPER
I’d never done anything like this before.
Well, that wasn’t entirely true. I’d definitely had sex before. And I’d even accidentally had one-night stands before because some jackasses never called. But I’d never met a man in a bar and let him take me back to his hotel room within an hour of meeting him with only the intention of having my brains fucked out of my head.
Nevertheless, with Logan’s hands on my body, every thought left my mind except for how damn good he felt and what he was doing to me both inside and out.
Logan’s mouth tasted like the cinnamon Altoids I saw him put in his mouth earlier and not the beer as I’d been expecting. His tongue danced around mine, probing deeper and deeper while his hands slid over my skin, his thumbs grazing my nipples beneath my lacy bra. Thank God I’d thought of wearing my new lingerie beneath my designer gown. If I hadn’t, he never would’ve bought my story that I was a lingerie designer who owned her own company.
“You’re sexy as hell.” Logan’s warm breath lit my neck on fire with each word. Digging my nails into his shoulders, I bit my bottom lip, moaning with every suck and nip of my flesh.
The man had entirely too many clothes on. Pressing his black leather jacket off his shoulders, I let it fall to the floor and then started in on the buttons of his shirt. He continued to kiss my neck, his hands settling on my bare waist where he made circular motions against my skin.
Dampness slid down my thighs, the ache in my core growing deeper by the second. I couldn’t get his clothing off him fast enough, whereas he seemed to be taking his time, savoring the taste of my flesh. Perhaps he’d gotten laid recently, but I could not say the same—a driving influence of my haste, no doubt.
Ordinarily, when stripping the shirt off a man built like Logan, I would take my time and admire his chiseled pecs and sculpted abs, but the hunger inside me demanded I immediately move on to his belt, which I did with no hesitation.
Logan lifted his head from my neck, giving a slight chuckle. Both of his hands came up to cup my face, his thumbs massaging my cheeks. “In a bit of a hurry there, gorgeous?”
My eyes locked on his. I shrugged and pulled my teeth free from my bottom lip. “I think we both know what we’re after. Last I checked, this is where it’s kept.” With that I cupped him, feeling his erect length not only in my hand but spanning well past my wrist.
His size and hardness had me gasping already, and he wasn’t even inside me yet. Logan grinned at me, a hint of something wild in his eyes. “Find something you like?”
Lifting one corner of my mouth, I smiled at him. “Definitely seems promising.”
Logan’s mouth crashed down on me so hard, all of the air extinguished from my lungs. Moving us backward, he approached the bed and didn’t stop until I found myself topplingbackward on it. Then, he released me, leaving me lying there with only the light from the Paris cityscape pouring in through the windows to see him by.
Standing a few feet in front of me, Logan kicked off his shoes and socks while working his belt free. Now, I had a moment to let my eyes wander over his chest. Muscles rippled with every motion. Smooth and hard, he could’ve been chiseled from marble.
Ripping his belt out of his jeans, he discarded it and unbuttoned them, sliding the zipper down and pushing them off his hips. His briefs left nothing to the imagination. Mesmerized by the length of him, I found my own hand dipping to press between my legs, crushing my sopping wet thong against my aching pussy.
The moment his briefs slid down, his massive cock sprang free, causing a noise I didn’t even recognize to quake from my body. Logan grinned at me but he didn’t have to ask the question again. Did I see something I liked? Yes, yes I did.