Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 78155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
She was so beautiful, and she didn’t even fucking know it.
“I’m sorry about Dominic.” She turned back to me, her hair pushed behind one shoulder, her green eyes slightly withdrawn in uncertainty.
I stared at her for a second or two, forgetting that she had spoken.
Thankfully, she continued on without my having to ask for clarification. “I think he’s just excited for me. And honestly, he’s the only friend I have, so…”
“It didn’t bother me.”
“It didn’t?” she asked, her voice growing quiet.
“It was just a question.”
“Well, I know it’s early days, and I don’t want unnecessary pressure.”
“I don’t mind pressure.” I was always under pressure, every single day, in every single conversation. Without it, I wouldn’t know who I was.
She stilled as she looked at me, and then her hard stare softened before a quiet chuckle left her lips.
The light that came in through the windows struck her face so perfectly. She looked like an oil painting in one of the shops downstairs. “What?”
“Nothing.” She came toward me, her heels tapping against the hardwood.
“I answered his question. Now, answer mine.”
Whatever playfulness she had evaporated. “You’re so different that…it’s hard to believe you’re the same man I met that night.” Her eyes slightly shifted back and forth between mine as she tried to pierce my exterior, as she tried to see the stars and galaxies hidden behind my eyes.
“Because I’m not the same man.” I felt no distinct attraction the first time I met her. I’d been with a lot of women, and the women of this city were the most beautiful on earth. I was unimpressed, but then one moment changed everything, and now every other woman blended in with the buildings and the cobblestones, and she was a pink rose in the sea of gray. “Not with you.”
Her stare continued, poignant and deep, and then she moved closer into me, six inches taller in her high heels, her forehead still barely reaching my chin. Her slender hand cupped my face, and she dragged her thumb along my jawline, her nails painted maroon. Instead of kissing me, she just looked at me, gazing at me in a way she never had before. “I’m falling for you, Luca Fournier. So hard. And so fucking fast…”
That was the moment I should have felt the suction of her tentacles as she gripped me like an octopus. I should have felt the painful suffocation before death. I should have felt the adrenaline and the fear and the ick.
But instead, I felt…something else.
And I smiled. Felt my mouth widen on its own. Felt a reaction that happened so naturally I didn’t even realize it was happening until it already had.
Her eyes changed at the sight of me, growing in their intensity before they brightened like a full moon on a clear night. “You’re so handsome, and when you smile…my god.” Her hand moved into my hair, and she guided my mouth to hers.
My hand scooped under her ass, and I lifted her into me before I kissed her, not wanting to bend my neck down for our mouths to meet. Her dress automatically rose to her hips, and my fingers kneaded her ass as I held her there, kissing her in the kitchen area, the lights and hustle of Paris outside the windows.
I carried her into her bedroom and laid her down before I slipped off her heels. I’d taken her this exact same way so many times, but now, it felt different. More intense but also more relaxed. There was more on the line, but the burden somehow felt lighter than air.
I undressed her and pulled off her panties before I dropped my clothes and boots at the foot of the bed. Her thighs opened for me when my knees hit the mattress. Her eyes reached for me with an invisible pull. When her hands felt me, she held on with an undying grip.
I didn’t have to fold her because she folded herself, giving herself to me and silently begging me to take her. With my eyes on hers, I licked my fingers then swiped them over the head of my dick before I pushed inside her, quickly sealed by the warm velvet paradise. Whenever I sank inside her, it felt like coming home after a long day, the place I never wanted to leave, the calm and the quiet and the peace.
She moaned as her nails dropped like anchors into my flesh.
Squeezed between her soft thighs with my dick buried in treasure, I dipped my head and kissed her.
She kissed me back with the hungriest lips I’d ever felt.
I rocked into her, unsure what I wanted more, her mouth or her body.
We rocked and moved, our lips staying together but slowly breaking apart as the breaths and moans filled the room. As sweat covered our bodies, we ached for the release we could both feel on the horizon.