“For the sex later tonight.”
“Ha!”I turn around, laughing.Grabbing him by the jacket lapels, I tilt my head and say, “You sure are confident.”
“I know what I want, Sunshine, and I want you.”
Pulling him as close as I can, I kiss him because we only have twenty-four hours left to make the memories to last me a lifetime.And because I want him too.
The music kicks in and when we look around, the sculptures are gone.People are dancing and drinking and the art exhibit has become a rave.“This is amazing,” I shout, hoping he can hear me above the bass.
“You’re amazing.”
“So what was that about?The girl?”
He looks around, running his hands through his hair.“She’s my ex-girlfriend and wants to get back together.”
“What did you tell her?”
“I told her the same thing I told you.The woman I’m with tonight is amazing.”His charm is more than endearing.It’s a flat out turn-on.Then he says, “I’ll show you amazing.”He takes me by the waist and we walk toward an emergency exit lit with a green sign above.Out of breath in anticipation, I laugh as he twirls me around, my back landing against the smooth wall.In an instant, his hand moves my hair and his mouth is on my neck.I drop my head back, the room suddenly hot, and I inhale, needing air.“Je te veux.”
“I don’t know what that means,” I say, breathing harshly.
His kisses turn into more, but then he stops, and looks me in the eyes.“I want you.”
“Right now?”
“Oui.”
Frantic that everyone can see us, I look around.My eyes don’t see anyone else’s on us, everyone too caught up in their own enjoyment to pay attention to ours.
Hot whispers.“Not sex, Kandace.Just...Let me make you come.”His accent always thickens when he talks about sex and I find that temptingly sexy.“Let me show you.”His hand slides under my shirt at the waist.When I look down, he says, “Don’t look.Just feel.”
He leans the top of his head against the wall next to mine, pushing in even closer.The dark corner feels more private than it should.People dance just ten feet away, but seem to be in their own world.The bar is across the room and crowded.Others are still looking at the art in the main room.I close my eyes, the music penetrating my chest as his hand moves down the front of my pants.The snap pops and the zipper goes with it.Then he’s slipping into my panties until he finds the spot that’s already ready for him.Olivier groans, then says, “I want you right here.”He takes one of my hands and lowers it until it’s against his hard cock.He strains against his jeans, making me want to free him in more ways than one.
But how he’s touching me now distracts me and my breath stutters.“God, Olivier.I want you.So much.”
Strong fingers move faster between my legs as my hand moves quicker, tightening around him.“I want you.I want you.I want you.”My words come out in a chant, an ode to the man who liquefies my thoughts as my body unravels.
A gush of air cools my body as he rolls to the side of me, his back pressed against the wall like mine.I look over at him questioning, “What about you?”
Moving back in front of me, he zips my pants back up then snaps them closed again.After a long and heated kiss of the French kind, he leads me to the door where we find our helmets in a corner.“Let’s go.I want to fuck you.”
