I established a rhythm that had us both climbing rapidly toward release, one hand kneading her breast, the other sliding down to circle her clit. When she came again, the force of her orgasm triggered my own, and I buried myself to the hilt, emptying inside her with a groan.
We stayed like that for a moment, both catching our breath, before I carefully eased out of her, turning her in my arms for agentler kiss than before. The water was starting to cool slightly, reminding me that we had somewhere to be.
“We should actually shower now,” I said against her lips. “Or we’ll miss our reservation.”
She looked up at me, her eyes soft and sated. “Is it worth leaving this room for?”
“You’ll see,” I promised, reaching for the soap. “Trust me, I have plans for you.”
She smiled, a hint of mischief in her eyes. “You already said that once today.”
“And delivered.” I raised an eyebrow.
“True.” She took the soap from my hands, beginning to wash my chest with small circular motions. “Very, very true.”
We managed to actually shower after that, though it took longer than it should have with wandering hands and stolen kisses. By the time we stepped out, wrapping ourselves in the hotel’s plush robes, we were running dangerously close to missing our reservation.
“Get dressed,” I told her, pressing a quick kiss to her temple. “Wear something nice. I’ll call down for the car.”
As Mia disappeared into the bedroom, I caught myself staring after her, something unfamiliar stirring beneath the physical satisfaction. Whatever it was, I shoved it aside. This weekend was about pleasure, about giving Mia the Paris experience she deserved. Anything beyond that was a complication I wasn’t ready to consider.
Twenty minutes later, I was sitting in a chair by the window in our suite, dressed in the charcoal colored dinner suit I’d brought especially for tonight, waiting for Mia to finish getting ready. I checked my watch, calculating how late we could be without losing our reservation. We were cutting it very fine.
“Car’s waiting downstairs. You almost ready?”
“Just a minute!”
Moments later, the bathroom door opened, and all thoughts of time constraints evaporated from my mind. Mia stood framed in the doorway, a vision in a deep blue dress that hugged every curve before flowing out around her knees. Her hair was swept to one side, exposing the elegant line of her neck and collarbone. The neckline dipped low enough to hint at cleavage without revealing too much, and the color made her gray eyes look almost silver in the hotel lighting.
“Will this do?” There was a hint of nervousness in her voice as she smoothed her hands down the fabric.
Getting to my feet, I couldn’t speak for a moment, struck by how utterly beautiful she was. Not just her body, which I’d spent the afternoon exploring in thorough detail, but everything about her. The slight flush on her cheeks. The way she bit her lower lip as she waited for my response. Everything about her.
“Jack?” Her brow furrowed slightly at my silence.
“You are beyond stunning,” I finally managed.
She smiled, relief and pleasure mingling in her expression. “Thank you.” Her eyes trailed over me, and there was no mistaking the heat that flared there. “You clean up pretty well yourself.”
I crossed the room to her in three long strides, unable to resist any longer. My hands went to her waist, drawing her against me as I lowered my mouth to hers. She responded immediately, lips parting, body melting against mine.
When we broke apart, both slightly breathless, an idea struck me with such force I couldn’t ignore it. Without breaking eye contact, I slowly sank to my knees before her.
“What are you doing? I don’t think we’ve got time for this.”
I ran my hands up her calves, underneath the flowing material of her dress.
“I’m just making sure you’re properly dressed for dinner,” I murmured, my fingers finding the delicate lace of her panties. “Lift your foot.”
Her eyes widened, but she obeyed, first one foot, then the other, letting me slide the scrap of blue lace down her legs. I folded the panties carefully before tucking them into my inside jacket pocket, right over my heart.
“You’re not getting those back,” I informed her, rising to my feet. “Consider them a souvenir.”
“But I’ll be...” Her voice trailed off as the implication hit her.
“Exactly.” I pressed a light kiss to her neck, just below her ear. “Accessible.”
Her breath hitched, pupils dilating as she stared up at me. “We’re going to be in public.”
