Page 35 of Mr. Delicious
“I’m okay. I’m sorry. It’s … I just can’t believe I’m here. Or, that you did this for me.”
“You deserve it.” I offered.
It wasn’t that I felt sorry for her. That was a different feeling altogether. It was more the case of I was sorry she’d been through so much.
“Thank you for thinking that.” Another tear ran down her cheek which I wiped away.
“It’s true.”
Her gaze was filled with gratitude then her eyes dropped to my lips and I couldn’t help but look at hers too. The glossy pink called to me, it lulled me into a sense of longing and desire.
Wasn’t I the one who told her she could do what she wanted to?
Twice today I’d wanted to kiss her. This time was more intense, and I didn’t want to resist.
She pressed her lips together and her gaze flicked back up to mine.
The same desire mirrored my own.
She moved too when I lowered my head to get closer. Good, that was all I needed.
I cupped her face and lowered my mouth to her awaiting lips, claiming her mouth.
The spark I always felt when I was with her ignited and licked across my skin like
wildfire set ablaze by gasoline. Strawberries and cream came to mind as I tasted her. Sweet and virtuous as I imagined.
She moaned into my mouth, making my pulse quicken and I deepened the kiss. Slipping my hand behind her head I angled her mouth so I could have more, hoping she’d forgive me for being greedy and wanting to possess her.
But then I stopped. Had to. We were at the Shangri La. Our family always had a room reserved here. As far as I knew it was only me in Paris today. So, the room had my name on it.
It wouldn’t take much for me to take Wren right there and I didn’t want to cut the night short.
“Later.” I whispered in her ear.
“Later.” She breathed with a sweet, sexy smile.
We’d been walking side by side before, but now I reached for her hand to hold it.
That kiss just changed the game.
I’d held back a lot on this trip, controlling my wild thoughts of her and her perfect body. From the looks of things, there was a chance I might not have to control myself much longer.
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