“Can we see it?” What started as a joke now makes me want to do it just to see the look of disgust on his face.
“You know I can arrange to fly you to see the real one. We can be on the plane in half an hour,” he says deadpan, like it is nothing.
“You’re kidding, right?”
“Just say the word.”
Even with so much luxury around me, it still blows my mind at Kade’s wealth. The offer sounds tempting, but I decline. “You can’t come to Las Vegas and not see the Eiffel Tower.”
“Sure, you can. People do it all the time.”
I pull a faux disappointed expression.
“You really want to see it? It’s getting late. If you want to make it back so you can make it to church, we’ll have to leave soon.”
What I really want to do is have him take me to his hotel suite and have a repeat of what we just did. But I feel I need time to recover. Not so much my body, but my mind.
“Yes, I want to see it. I’ll call my father first thing in the morning and tell him I won’t make it to church.” When I stare at him with what I’m hoping is a cute, pleading expression, he lets out a long sigh.
“Fine, let’s go see the Eiffel Tower. But don’t tell me you want a gondola ride like you’re in fucking Venice because the answer is no.”
I giggle. For someone who likes to act tough, he really is soft on the inside.
twenty-three
CHAINS
Daisyshouldbeona flight back home to LA. I got what I wanted. She got what she wanted. Time to part ways. Instead, I’m playing tourist on the viewing deck of the Las Vegas Eiffel Tower, not ready for her to leave.
Because Daisy was so excited to see it, I made a phone call to have it opened, and up we went. When it comes to Daisy, I want to do everything for her. Putting a smile on her face is a simple thing to do. And I crave to see it, determined to be the one who makes her beam. And, as she gasps with excitement at the view, it’s worth it. Imagine how she’d feel if she saw the real deal in Paris. Why do I suddenly have the urge to take her there? What is wrong with me? How is she getting under my skin?
Peeking out of the viewing squares in the metal mesh surrounding the deck, she says, “It’s so beautiful. I’ve never seen so many lights.” And damn if something warm spreads through my chest.
“I’m surprised you got whoever is in charge of this place to open up for us after hours.”
“Someone owed me a favour.” And asked for a pricey fee.
The breeze blows a lock of her hair onto her cheek, and I tuck the strands behind her ear. I thread my fingers through her hair and secure them behind her head. When her big brown eyes stare up at me expectantly, the world around me shuts down. There’s no noise. No lights. There’s only Daisy, and I have the sudden urge to kiss her.
Pulling her to me, her face tilts up, and our lips meet. The kiss is soft and slow; her lips are soft and yielding. Our tongues twirl together in languid rhythm. Kissing isn’t something I’d normally find important. Most of the time, I’d rather skip it. With Daisy, I could do this for hours. Catch every hitch in her breath. Every soft sound.
Back at the waterfall, Daisy felt too good. Too fucking perfect beneath me. Because it hadn’t been just about sex. It had been about her. I’m used to having fast, rough, detached sex. What happened with Daisy was more than that. She put her trust in me, like no one has ever done before. And it almost made me come undone.
Every time she looked at me with those wide, brown eyes, something in my chest tightened. She’d given me so much of herself. More than I can ever give her. I need to remember that. Not get lost in her.
Daisy makes it dangerously easy to forget who I am.
I break away, and I pull air into my lungs. She stares up at me, a little dazed. Shit. I’m not supposed to be kissing her like I’m some love-sick boy. I brought her to Vegas for one thing. To fuck her out of my system and forget about her. I can’t have these soft, gooey reactions. So that’s what I’m going to do. Keep fucking her tonight until I’m done.
Spinning her around, I raise her hands and place them high on the barricade, clutching her hips and backing her into my crotch, my hardon against her soft cheeks.
She glances over her shoulder. “Kade?”
“I want to fuck you.”
Her eyes widen. “Here? Now?”
“Yes. Will you let me?” She gnaws her bottom lip, her eyes scanning the area. “We’re alone,” I reassure her.
