“Yes, oh, God, yes! YES!”
The hard spasms of ecstasy tossed my body from side to side. I clenched tight around his fingers as another wave came through me. My cries caught in my throat as I gasped for breath.
Another small shudder, this time as he pressed a soft kiss against me. The last shivers of orgasm rippled outward, like the ripples of one of Monet’s lilypads. Every disturbance inside of me could be seen on the surface. I was open to him, open completely.
Jake smiled up at me from between my legs. I couldn’t do anything but lay back on the pillow and breathe heavily. He slid his hands up to my hips and squeezed lightly. I clenched again in one last spasm, then let out a sigh of pleasure.
“My girl,” he said. “My Lacey.”
“All yours,” I said, catching my breath. “I don’t know what you’re going to do with me now that I’m a useless puddle of goo, but there you go. I’m yours.”
He lay down next to me, gathering me in his arms. While he cuddled me, I pressed my head to his chest. I could hear his heartbeat, thumping like he’d just been the one to have a ridiculously intense orgasm instead of me.
“I can think of some naughty things to do to you, now that you’re a useless puddle of goo,” he said, a devious hint of a smile creeping onto his lips.
“I can’t wait,” I said. I closed my eyes and leaned back into his warm embrace.
Chapter Twelve
The next few days passed in a whirlwind of activity. Jake went back to the hospital to visit his mom and spent most of his nights in business meetings, and I stayed busy with sightseeing. Sean had made many connections in the art world of Paris, and I found myself in studios and galleries, meeting more art collectors than I could shake a stick at.
More than that, I found myself slowing down and appreciating art again. When I was in New York City with Jake, I’d felt a pressure to produce paintings. Now that I couldn’t, I found myself itching to paint again. I wasn’t worried about what I would make, or if it would sell. I only wanted to do art again.
On our last day there, Jake told me that he had special plans for dinner. When I got out of the shower, he was waiting for me.
“I’d like you to wear this.”
He handed me a long black gown.
“And no—”
“No underwear. Got it.” I pulled the dress over my head. It hung over one shoulder, the neck draping down softly against my chest.
Jake smiled mischievously.
“You know me too well.”
“It’s our last night in Paris,” I said. “What else would you do?”
“I don’t know,” Jake said. “What else should I do?”
“Oh, I can think of about ten thousand things,” I said.
“And do any of them involve underwear?”
I shook my head, chuckling already.
“Then there you have it. I planned perfectly. Underwear not needed.”
I twirled around. I had thought that the black dress was a simple gown, but it wasn’t—the front was embroidered with black beads that glittered as the light danced over them. And along the side, a diamond clasp puckered the waist of the dress. The loose folds of the black silk fabric cascaded down all the way to the floor.
“Now I know why girls wear heels,” I said, putting them on. “I guess it’s more practical than tripping over the hem all night long.”
“I knew I could win you over with practicality,” Jake teased.
“And the diamonds even match my earrings,” I said.
“Oh!” Jake pushed aside the strands of my hair to look at the little diamond studs he’d given me. “How could I not notice? When did you get them pierced?”
“A couple days ago,” I said. “When I went shopping. They’re still a little tender.”
“I’m so sorry I didn’t notice,” Jake said. His face contorted with worry. “I should have—”
“It’s alright,” I said. “You’ve been pretty busy with other stuff. You know, your girlfriend getting kidnapped by your long-lost brother, that kind of thing. I forgive you for being a bit distracted.”
“Thank you,” Jake said, kissing the tip of my nose. “They look beautiful. And so do you.”
“Is this real?” I asked, touching the diamond clasp at my hip.
“Of course. To match your earrings. And also... well, it’s a surprise. That’ll wait until later, I guess.”
I raised my eyebrows.
“Jake, this is too much. You’re too good to me already.”
“I could never be too good to you, Lacey,” he said, kissing me.
I could feel the flames of desire sneaking through my body as his lips pressed hungrily against mine. Without any underwear on, I knew we were in for trouble if I kept going. So I pulled back playfully.