Page 94 of Finding London

“Admit it!” Loïc tickles my sides until they ache, but I refuse to give in.

Tears of laughter fall down my face, and I gasp, “Stop! Stop!” I kick my bare legs, trying to buck a naked and extremely sexy Loïc off of me.

“Nope, not until you admit that you are a stubborn woman.” His fingers work their way up to my underarms.

I can’t stand underarm tickles. To me, it is the cruelest type of torment.

“Okay! You’re right!” I laugh.

He stops tickling me, and I catch my breath. My chest expands as it recovers.

“Right about what?” He quirks up a brow.

I exhale. “You are right. It was an amazing day out innature,” I say the word like it’s poison.

“And?”

“And I had fun! You happy? You win. Okay?” I stick my tongue out at him.

He chuckles and rolls off of me until we are lying side by side in my bed.

In reality, I had an incredible day. The warm autumn weather made it a perfect day to walk through the woods. And Loïc was right. The apples in the store do not even compare to the deliciousness of a crisp apple straight from the tree. Though I’m trying to fight him, he’s turning me into an outdoorsy girl.

Okay, maybe that’s a bit much.I’m not going to subscribe toField & Streammagazine anytime soon, but I will admit that some outdoor activities are fun…enough.

But I love to rile him up. It’s one of my favorite pastimes.

“I hate when you tickle me. That’s a weak form of torture,” I huff out, my sides still tingling from where his fingers just were.

“No, you don’t,” he answers lazily.

“Um, yes, I do,” I respond with a slight attitude.

He turns to his side and props his head up with his arm. His blue eyes squint, assessing me. “What did I say to you right before I tickled you?”

“I don’t remember.” I shrug.

“Stop being a hard-ass for two seconds, London. What did I say?” He shakes his head in disbelief with a huge grin on his handsome face.

“You said that if I didn’t tell you the truth, you were going to tickle me.” I sulk.

“Exactly.”

“Exactly what?”

“I gave you an out. You didn’t take it, so you wanted me to tickle you. I got your number, oh spoiled one.” A cocky expression graces his face and, damn it, if that look isn’t gorgeous on him, too.

I laugh. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Ridiculous for you.”

“That doesn’t even make any sense,” I tease right before he bends and takes my exposed nipple into his mouth. The sudden pull startles me, and I yell out.

He releases it just as suddenly and plants light kisses up my chest, across my collarbone, and up my neck. I hum with contentment as his lips caress my skin.

He sucks on the sensitive skin of my neck for a minute before he leans over my face. His fingers run through my hair as his eyes take me in.

“So, today was good enough for you?” His lips press into a line as he tries not to smile.

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