Hot Protector(58)

“I know.” She sniffed again. “It’s okay.”

“Then why are you crying?”

She blinked. “I’m not crying. The cold air makes my nose run.”

He rubbed his hands over her arms, as if that would warm her up. It didn’t, but it felt nice.

“We should eat,” he told her. “We can pick up something on the way back or find a restaurant.”

“How about an out-of-the-way bistro near Notre Dame?”

“You know such a place?”

“Mais oui.”

He shook his head. “You amaze me, Sophie. Fucking French.”

“I had a lot of time to study as a child. And I had a tutor. Mom thought it would make me more marketable.”

“Marketable.” He said it flatly, not a question at all, and she knew he understood.

“Well, I was going to be a big girl, so I needed skills if I was going to attract a man.”

He growled—and then he pulled her into his arms, crushing his mouth down on hers. He kissed her hard and deep. It was a hot, wet, arousing kiss. When he pulled away, she clung to him. She was wet now, of course. If they could find a dark corner somewhere, he could slip inside her and make her come within moments.

She almost suggested it, but she bit her lip and kept the words inside.

“Fuck your mother,” he said.

Sophie giggled. “I’d rather you didn’t.”

His eyes widened and then he laughed too. “That’s not what I meant.”

“Good… because I’d probably get stabby if you did. Mom’s gorgeous at forty-six—more gorgeous than I’ll ever be—but she already has everything she needs. She is not getting you too.”

His face was so beautiful in the lights reflecting all around them. He had a hard, harsh beauty to him. He wore a day’s growth of beard, and his eyes flashed in the glow of the city lights.

“You aren’t gorgeous like your mother,” he said. “You’re gorgeous in your own way. And it’s better—far better, if you ask me.”

She cocked an eyebrow at him. “Are you or are you not the man who memorized whole passages of Shakespeare in order to get laid?”

He laughed suddenly. “All right, yeah. I did—but I’m not blowing smoke up your ass, Sophie. I don’t need to do that to get laid by you or any woman.”

“Arrogant,” she chided softly.

He stuck out his tongue and flicked it up and down quickly. “Confident,” he said after a second.

Sophie’s stomach flipped. Wetness flooded her panties.

“Keep that up and we aren’t going to dinner.”

He stepped in closer to her, his body big and overwhelming in her space. And so, so comforting.

“All I need to eat is you, babe,” he whispered.

If words could make a woman come, those would do it. Sophie swallowed. “Food, Chase. We’re going for food first. Then we’re going back to the apartment and getting naked—and I get to eat you first.”

His eyes widened as he started. “Holy fuck. Warn a guy before you say shit like that.”

Sophie laughed. “Why, did you come in your jeans?”

“Not quite.” He wrapped an arm around her and tugged her away from the rail. “Come on, let’s get dinner so we can go home and get naked.”





26


Dinner was terrific, but dessert was even better. Sophie was naked on the bed, the curtains wide-open so they could see the Eiffel Tower against the night sky, and her legs were on his shoulders. He held her open with his thumbs and licked her pussy while she writhed and moaned.

She tasted sharp and sweet, and her response drove him fucking insane. He spread her wider and increased the pressure of his tongue against her clit. She arched her back and he slipped down the wet seam of her sex, thrust his tongue inside her while she whimpered and begged him to let her come.

“Chase, please, Chase…”

He loved that sound, the rawness of her voice, the little jerks of her hips as she rode his face. He was a good lover, always cared about pleasing the woman he was with—but pleasing Sophie was something of an obsession. He’d fucked her for the first time yesterday, but it felt as if he’d been with her forever.

Maybe it was the shared history, even if it was brief. Maybe it was the illicitness of doing something naughty, as she’d said, even if it was only an illusion.

Though it couldn’t be that because God knew he’d been naughty before. Seriously naughty. He was single and good-looking, and women threw themselves at him. If more than one woman wanted him at a time, he was willing. Had been willing, anyway.

Right now he didn’t want anything more than this. Licking Sophie’s sweet pussy and listening to her whimpers. Until he teased her too much and she reached down and grabbed his hair, tugging his head up until he had to look her in the eye.