Wild Temptation (Wild, #1)(88)

I smile. “Sweet shop.”

He tucks some hair behind my ear. “Sweet shop.” He grins. “I got you pastries. I didn’t know what you wanted, so I got you three.”

“Ooh, which ones?”

“A croissant, a beignet, and a pain au chocolat.”

“Oooh, chocolate?” My eyes widen and I dart into the bedroom. Two paper bags are lying on the bed, and I delve into them. “Um, which is which?”

Tyler hands me the pain au chocolat and I take it with too much excitement.

“Seriously? It’s acceptable to eat chocolate and carbs for breakfast here?” I bite into it anyway. Oh my god, so good.

“For breakfast, lunch, and dinner.” He grabs the beignet and tears some off with his teeth. I drop onto the bed and nibble my way through the pain au chocolat, reveling in this newfound glory far too much.

I mean, carbs and chocolate. For breakfast. Hell-o, France. I’m moving here.

I’ll consider working out at a later date.

When I finish the pastry, I drop back onto the bed. Hello, carb high. I haven’t officially left the hotel room yet but I already love Paris.

Tyler leans over me. “Get ready. Get pretty. We’re going out.”

“Get pretty?” I raise my eyebrows and link my fingers behind his neck.

He drops a quick kiss on my mouth. “I’m not obliged to tell you you’re pretty all the time until you’re actually my girlfriend.”

“Ha, ha, fucking ha!” I throw the croissant at him when he gets off me.

He grabs it off the floor and bites the end off savagely. “Thanks, baby girl.”

“Fuck you.” I get up. This time, I leave the sheet on the bed.

Tyler looks across my body and my eyes shoot to his pants. One, two… There it is. A telltale bulge begins to show and push against the zipper of his jeans. I bring my eyes up to his and he swallows.

“Get dressed. Now. Or the first thing you’ll be seeing of Paris is the underside of those fucking sheets over there.”

I bite the inside of my lip, smiling, as he walks out of the room.

Hey, two can play the asshole game. He throws the relationship thing in my face, I’ll throw my body in his. I get the feeling that the next three days will be much the same—back and forth, pushing and pushing against each other. It’ll all bundle into a tight ball of tension that will either be eliminated by sex…or an argument.

Either way, I say bring it the fuck on.



This is the most cliché moment of my life.

It’s raining and I’m standing in front of the Eiffel Tower…with a red umbrella. I swear, Tyler thinks he’s hilarious. I think the British have a very, very odd sense of humor.

“Just smile,” he begs, his own umbrella tucked under his armpit—to keep his baby dry, he claims. He lifts his camera to his face. “Please.”

“This looks like all the images on Pinterest I’ve seen!” I protest. “Seriously? Red? Wasn’t there blue or something?” I twirl the umbrella.

“Red stands out. It’s all photographical. Trust me, okay?”

I sigh. “This is ridiculous.”

“Oh for fuck sake, Liv! You have a beautiful smile. Stop being a stroppy bitch and smile at me!”

Stroppy! Oh my god. I have a new favorite word! I laugh. Seriously—I love Britspeak. I love it even more when it comes from Tyler. Damn. Tyler and love in the same sentence just…sounds so right and feels so right but is so wrong.

Wait, what’s that ache in my neck? Oh, that’s just the fucking whiplash I’m giving myself yet again.

“I love your smile,” he says, breaking through the terse silence in my mind.

“My smile is goofy.”

“I love your goofy smile,” he corrects, smiling himself. “It’s infectious.”

“Funny. I think that about you sometimes.”

I point the umbrella to the ground and twirl with it. Sometimes, being spontaneous is the only way to go. I glance up from my puddle-splashing and spinning. Tyler’s watching me through his camera, his finger clicking.

I skip toward him, not caring about the rain cascading down my face, and roll with my spontaneous moment. I drop the umbrella at the same time that he lets the camera fall and jump up on him. My legs go around his waist, his hands cup my ass, my fingers tangle in his hair, and I kiss him.

I kiss him hard. I kiss him deep. I kiss him with my fears and anxieties and my hopes and dreams. I kiss him with everything I have and everything I am right in this moment, because sometimes, that’s all you can do.

His umbrella falls to the ground next to mine with a clunk, and I arch my body over his. I don’t care that there are people around. I don’t care that it’s pouring rain and we’re both getting soaked. All I care about is this sexy, intriguing, tempting man and the way he consumes me so completely with his kiss.