“Seriously.”
He meanders my way, and with every step closer, my insides burn hotter.
“What—um, what are you doing?” I ask.
“I’m going to take your jacket.” Chuckling, he holds out a hand.
He waits like that while I not so sexily pull off my many layers. I toss my jacket and all my warm gear his way. With a content hum, he takes it over to the table, folding it nicely and setting it on top. Then he turns around, crosses his arms over his very inviting chest, and leans against the table.
“What are you doing now?” I ask.
“Giving you a minute to get used to me.”
“I’m used to you,” I scoff. “I’m, like,soused to you.”
“Oh yeah?” Eyes dancing, he takes a step my way. “So you won’t freak out if I do this?”
“Do what?” I panic as he gets closer.
He stops halfway across the room, brows raised. “Sit next to you?”
“Oh, yeah,” I breathe, patting the spot beside me like he’s a dog. “Make yourself comfortable.”
The cushion dips under his weight as he settles beside me. When he turns my way, my spine snaps straight.
“Adeline, breathe,” he says softly. “Nothing has to happen tonight.”
I whimper. “I don’t know why I’m being so weird. It’s just?—”
Nodding, he pushes my hair behind my ear. “Hey,” he says, his tone soothing. “It’s a lot. I know. But it’s also just us, you and me. Always.”
“Yeah, just you and me,” I repeat, willing my muscles to relax.
He smiles at me, leaning in close. “Can I kiss you again?”
My lungs constrict, making my response hoarse. “Um, yeah?”
An uneasy laugh passes his lips. “Maybe we should try something different.”
“I’ve never tried anything, so whatever it is it will be different for me,” I ramble.
Brows tugged together, he pulls back and searches my face. “Wait…never?”
Head lowered, I shake it.
He rumbles something in French, the sexy sound lighting up my nerve endings.
“What did you just say?”
“I said…” He presses his lips gently against my neck, sending shivers through my body. “This is going to be so much fun.”
“I don’t think that’s what you said,” I murmur.
He chuckles. “Then you should probably learn French, mon trésor.”He nips and sucks at my neck gently.
Electricity arcs through me, pulling a moan from deep inside my chest and making my nipples stand at attention. “This doesn’t feel real,” I whisper.
“Two truths and a lie,” he coaxes, never taking his mouth off my body. “I can’t tell you how many times I’ve wondered what it would be like to have you like this. It might be your first time, but this is the first time it’s ever mattered for me. And I’m scared that tomorrow, you’ll change your mind.”
