“I meant for another drink since yours is almost gone, but I like your idea better.”
I laugh, completely embarrassed.“I’m not always so forward.”I finish my drink and find myself gravitating toward him as if there was space that still existed between us.The close confines of the crowded bench only heighten our connection.Olivier’s hand rubs gently down my thigh and back up.It slides again, taking the skirt of my dress with him.My breath catches in my throat but I like it, so I roll with it.
He stops and stands abruptly.With a wave, he speaks loudly to the group, “Au revoir.”Reaching down he takes my hand, helping me up.
The music seems louder as the hour has gotten later.We don’t talk on our way out of the club.Our words will just be lost in the beat anyway.But as soon as we reach the sidewalk, he looks at me, no smile at all.Instead, it’s a look that makes me want to do dirty things that will make me burn with regret in the morning.
What has come over me?
A hand with bad intentions rubs my lower back reminding me exactly what has come over me.He flags down a taxi and we get in quickly.Both of us on the same determined heat wave, leading us straight back to the hostel.Listening to him direct the driver makes me feel safe and taken care of.His hand slides over and takes hold of mine again as he eases back and looks out the window.There’s a confidence that appears to come easy for him and I find it so sexy.
“Top bunk or bottom bunk?”I ask, wanting to break the silence as my nerves start to kick in.
“What do you mean, Rayon de Soleil Américain?”
“Bad joke.”
“Joke?”he asks.
I smile, squeezing his hand, then shake my head.“Never mind.I was being silly.”
The cab comes to a stop out front and I pay this time.“I’ve got this.”
After paying we slip out and walk inside.The lobby is empty and I’m glad for the reprieve from Stefan and his crazy antics tonight.We sneak upstairs...or it feels like we’re sneaking upstairs though I’m pretty sure that no one cares what we’re doing or about to do.Olivier unlocks the door and pulls me in quickly behind him.The door is shut and I’m pushed against it.With eyes closed, his hands settle on my waist as he rubs his cheek against mine.With our bodies pressed together, I take a deep breath, inhaling him into my system before releasing all my inhibitions.
Chapter 5
Olivier’s hands wereso sure a moment earlier have become tentative as he slides my sweater down from my shoulders.My purse is already off and the two items are hung on a hook nearby.My neck is taken by his lips as he kisses my skin, working his way up to my mouth.Our breaths intermingle and his words are calculated for me to understand, “Tu as si bon goût.”
My knees weaken knowing he’s ‘tasting’ me.I take his face in my hands and lock eyes with him.“My turn,” I say.Wrapping my arms around his neck, I close my eyes and lean in, pressing my lips to his.The sound of us making a song that fills the air and my ears as I get lost in him.Our lips part and our tongues meet for the first time.I love that the meeting feels natural and is filled with need.
I’m spun around and led backward to the bed.He backs away suddenly, breathless like me, and stares at me.The open blinds send a slanted, lined pattern across his body and face.He asks, “If we do this...er, ummm....Like they say ‘there’s no going back.’”
With my chest heaving from the intensity, I say, “I don’t want to go back.I just want to move forwar—”
He takes me hard, his hands holding me to him, peppering me with kisses and phrases that sound more like swearing.I hold his shoulders, then slide his jacket down.The jacket is dropped as my hands reach his stomach.The hem of his shirt is lifted and I find the soft skin of his body over the hard muscles of his abs.He reaches down, grabs his shirt, and takes it off over his head in one smooth move.Reaching for his belt, he undoes it as I turn around for him.With his jeans hanging open, the belt buckle weighing down one side bumps against my backside.My zipper is pulled down the length of my back by assured fingers.My bra is undone in the process.
