“A white Russian, please.”
As Jean-Luc strode up to the bar, Ella watched several couples dancing on the crowded floor. Their limber bodies were pressed tightly together, the rhythmic thrusting explicitly suggestive.I want Jean-Luc ‘s body against mine… just like that.
He returned a few moments later with two glasses, handing one to her, as he pulled his chair closer. “I like this club. Haven’t been here in a while.” He sipped his drink as she did the same.
A song with a particularly catchy beat began, and Jean-Luc grabbed her hand and grinned. “C’mon. Let’s dance.”
Heady from the fabulous wine, feeling the buzz of the strong white Russian, Ella began moving to the beat as Jean-Luc’s body molded to hers from behind.
He bared her shoulder, tossing her long blonde locks forward to one side, trailing his tongue and warm lips along her exposed neck. Heat throbbed in Ella’s core, imagining his lips on her tingling nipples. Or the warm, wet ache between her quivering thighs.
Jean-Luc placed one palm possessively against her lower stomach, pinning her in place, his other hand gripping her hip, rolling her pelvis against his, in rhythm with the pulsing, pounding music.
As his hardened length pressed firmly into her backside, Ella rubbed the rigid tip of his cock with a shimmy of her denim-clad hips.
He was so tall that he leaned over her shoulder, wrapping one arm across the front of her hips, pressing his palm against her lower stomach, intensifying the aching throb between her weakened legs. His other hand stroked the side of her bare thigh, pulling her against him as he bent her forward, angling her upturned butt against his thickened body.
The rippled muscles of his abdomen were firm against her back, his irresistible hardness probing and prodding, seeking a way in.
If he hoists my skirt up a little higher, he can pull my panties to the side a bit…and have me right here.The swollen lips between Ella’s legs were so wet and throbbing, she could think of nothing else. She desperately wanted him to fill her empty, hollow ache. And impale her with his magnificent sword.
The song ended, and as several couples left the dance floor, Jean-Luc raised Ella to a stand, swirled her to face him, and wrapped his corded arms around the small of her waist. His breath heaving, his deep voice was gruff and hoarse. “Come home with me, Ella. I want to worship every exquisite inch of your divine dancer’s body.”
Ella had had one night stands before. The promise of passion quickly spent. The embarrassing awkwardness. The inevitable abandonment.
No one had ever asked toworship every exquisite inch of her divine dancer’s bodybefore. And Ella longed for Jean-Luc with every fiber of her being.
She raised her eyes to his, the intoxicating allure of desire dancing in the dark, smoldering depths. Swallowing his bottom lip into hers, she traced the silky inner lining with the tip of her tongue and whispered fervently into his open mouth, “Yes.”
He escorted her back to their table so she could grab her purse and the paper bag containing her charcoal portrait and small painting. Then, the promise of untold pleasures etched across his stubbled, handsome face, Jean-Luc led Ella from the pulsating heat of theboîte de nuit.
Into the intoxicating starry night.
Hand in hand, down the cobblestone streets.
Back to theAtelier des Lumières.
Chapter 2
A Night to Remember
Jean-Luc unlocked the dark blue wooden door, turned on the light, and led her into his shop. He closed and locked the door behind them, adjusted the blinds, and gently took the purse and parcel from her hand to place on the table. Returning to stand in front of her, he lifted her trembling hand to his warm, full lips. His moustache was soft against her skin. “You are exquisite. And I want you desperately.”
Ella searched his fierce, feral face. Lust blazed in his dark eyes. But she saw patience and restraint as well. He was a skilled lover. And he wanted her. She stroked the beard along his chin and whispered, “And I have never wanted any man as much as I want you.”
He swept a lock of long hair from her face, leaning down to brush tender lips against hers. He drew her bottom lip into his, his warm mouth igniting the heat between her trembling thighs. His tongue traced the outline of her lips, parting them as he deepened the kiss, tasting, probing, and exploring. He delved deep, claiming every recess of her mouth, wrapping strong arms around her, pulling her body possessively against his.
Eager lips trailed down her throat as he eased the strap of her tank over her shoulder to bare a breast. Ella gasped when his warm, wet mouth latched onto her nipple, sucking intently, drawing the extended tip down his throat. Jean-Luc removed her tank, dropped it on the floor, and lavished both nipples with soft, silken lips. She moaned with pleasure as his hand roamed under her skirt, caressing and stroking the curved back of her bare inner thigh.
He lifted a rough, haggard face. “Let’s go upstairs. I want to lay you down on my bed and taste every inch of you.”
Ella quivered at the thought. She’d never had a man go down on her before. With a seductive smile, he took her hand and led her up the wooden stairs.
Centered under a large, arched window was a huge bed with a tufted black comforter and several fluffy pillows. Stars winked in the night sky through the curved glass, bathing the dark room in silver starlight. On one side of the spacious studio, a black leather couch and two matching chairs were grouped around a coffee table, and at the other end of the apartment, two black stools stood at a bar along the galley kitchen.
Jean-Luc led her to the bed, and as he turned to face her, he removed the sculpted black t-shirt which accentuated his athletic form.
Ella’s breath hitched at the sight of rippled, tattooed torso liberally dusted with dark hair, a long trail leading from the thick expanse across his broad chest, down his muscled abdomen, to disappear into the waist of the torn, tight jeans molded to his sinewy thighs. Her eyes lingered on the burgeoning bulge of his arousal, which he adjusted before opening his arms to welcome her in.
