And, oh. There it was again — that three-syllable serenade he sang just for me.
My cheeks warmed, and I rested my hand over his on the railing.
It shouldn’t have been a night for tingles and warm feelings, but my synapses pulsed, sending happy signals to every corner of my body.
I’d put that down to static electricity, but now, I knew better. This was sheer, animal attraction — and it had been, all this time.
I swallowed hard, not quite ready to process what that could mean.
On the other hand, I wasveryready for more contact, so I leaned back and rested my head on his shoulder. He stroked the top of my head with his chin, and I couldn’t help picturing one tiger nuzzling another.
I couldn’t help picturing a lot of things, but I wasn’t sure how to engineer any of them on a cold night on a Paris rooftop.
Roux dipped his head, nuzzling his way from my ear to my cheek.
I held out as long as I could, then twisted just far enough to kiss him. Our timing probably didn’t coincide with the sparkly light show at the Eiffel Tower, but it sure felt like it.
Spinning slowly to face him would have been the natural thing to do, but I enjoyed the feeling of a solid wall behind me too much for that. What a relief to feel secure and protected after what felt like days of unknown enemies sneaking up on us from all quarters.
“Not too cold?” Roux slid his hand from my shoulder to my ribs.
I shook my head. “No. You?”
He chuckled. “Feeling pretty warm, actually.”
Me too. All over.
I slid my eyes shut as he skimmed his hand over my body, from the hard ridges of my ribs to the softer zone in the middle.
Higher,I nearly begged.Higher…
I wasn’t normally one to exaggerate my…er, assets, but I found myself curving into an S-shape, nudging my rear toward his groin and my chest forward. Was he getting the message?
Yes, because he slid one hand up and the other down, touching me where I ached for him most. Kneading. Kissing. Whispering…
“You okay with this?”
And how.
I popped the top button of my jeans. “Okay with this too,” I murmured, guiding his hand inside.
Seconds later, I moaned and widened my stance, giving him better access.
“Okay?” he whispered.
“Yes. But summer romances definitely have their advantages.”
He chuckled. “I think we can make do.”
I did my best to facilitate things, reaching back to pop my bra one-handed. And, oh. His hand was warm, and the circles he drew over my skin made my nipples peak.
Our breaths condensed and swirled together before fading into the darkness. My heart rate accelerated, and tiny moans escaped my lips as he worked me with both hands, one down low, the other up high.
Roux went a little breathless too, but I took the prize, especially when he eased one, then two fingers inside.
I gyrated against him. “So good…”
A huge understatement, but I wasn’t at my most coherent just then.
