Nights With Him(82)

“Michelle,” he whispered, his voice as ragged as the beating of his heart. “I love everything about being with you.”

“I love being with you.”

“I don’t want to think about not being with you.” He brushed her cheek with his calloused fingertips; her skin was still wet from the rain. He pressed his groin against her, grinding as he kissed her, pushing her hard against the stone wall of the doorway, where they were concealed from any patrons at the café. His mind was on one thing—getting her back to the hotel room as quickly as possible. But she was faster. Her hands were on his zipper.

“Make love to me now,” she said to him, a soft but oh-so-clear command.

Like a straight shot of desire, his body thrummed with need from her heated request. Lust took over, even as he glanced down the hallway. They were all alone, but the risk was palpable. They could be caught, seen, spotted. Or they could be seen and ignored. The more likely option. But as his zipper came undone and she reached into his boxers, wrapping those soft, talented fingers around him, nothing else mattered.

He didn’t care about anything but her. He couldn’t care. His need for her was all he felt. Not having her now felt like the bigger risk.

He reached under her skirt, palming her. “Your panties are drenched,” he said, yanking them to the side, revealing her, so wet and ready for him. He hitched up her thigh, wrapped her leg around his waist, and guided his cock into her. She drew a sharp breath and moaned loudly.

Instantly, he covered her mouth with his hand. “I’m going to fuck you in public, and you’re going to be quiet. Nod if you understand.”

She nodded, and he kept his hand over her lips as he thrust into her. Her wet heat coated his cock. “Oh, beautiful, your pussy is soaking wet. You love Paris, don’t you?”

A muffled yes.

“And you love being able to fuck me in public, don’t you?”

Another nod as she grabbed his hip bones, holding on tight.

“And you love needing me so badly that you can’t even wait for the hotel, don’t you?” he said, releasing his hold ever so briefly to let her speak.

“Yes,” she moaned.

“Quiet,” he warned, covering her mouth once more. With his other hand, he held tight to her hip, his thumb digging into her flesh as he pumped. “You love that I want to fuck you anywhere. That I want to be inside your beautiful body everywhere. That I can’t ever get enough of you.”

She bit down on his palm, and he yanked his hand back. “I love needing you,” she said on a pant, her erratic breaths telling him she was so close to coming. She dug her nails into his skin. He could feel them deeply, like daggers, starting to draw blood. The possibility that she was going to come so hard she’d break his skin made his dick throb harder inside her.

“Come on me,” he whispered harshly. “Come on me in public. Mark me with your nails.”

He felt her tighten around his erection, clenching against him, her body drawing him deep into her. She shuddered, and trembled violently, then shuddered again and again, her cries muffled by his hand.

While still covering her mouth, he dropped his face into her neck, tasting the slightest bit of sweat, mixed with rain. He drove into her, the pressure in his body building, his balls drawing up as his climax started to overtake him. “Michelle,” he said on a groan as his orgasm plowed through him relentlessly. Crashing through him, pulling him under.

He gripped her body harder, probably breaking skin too, needing to be as fucking close as he possibly could as he released himself in her, biting back his own groans of pleasure. He collapsed against her, and he was vaguely aware that he might be crushing her against the wall. He managed to slide away an inch so he wouldn’t hurt her. She looked more beautiful than she had earlier.

Finally, he released his hold on her mouth. “I need you so much,” he said, and it was the barest truth. He had to be with her.

“I need you too, Jack,” she whispered, looking up at his eyes. Never breaking the hold. “I’m falling in love with you.”

The second the words made landfall, he tensed. Like a coil, tightening inside him, locking him up. A warning bell that this was the moment he needed to prevent. This was the line in the sand that neither one of them should even come remotely near.

A little voice told him to bolt, to run, to get the fuck away. Because saying those words could change everything.

But then just as quickly, he quieted that fear. He’d come far. He’d made progress, hadn’t he? He had to let go of the grip the past had on him. He had to let go of anything but his deep and absolute need for this woman who gave herself to him so completely.