Page 22 of Get Lost

Kelsey narrowed her eyes. “You’ve been messing with me.”

His lips twitched. “No. I find people more honest…” He licked his lips, his brow furrowing. “When there’s a… how you say…” He moved his hand, motioning for Kelsey to help him finish the sentence. “Barricade?”

Kelsey frowned, then it dawned on her. “When there’s alanguage barrier?” Kelsey scoffed. “You mean when youlieto people and pretend you don’t speak their language?”

“I did not lie.”

Hadn’t he though? Breathing deeply, she shook her head. Did she really care? It wasn’t like she would ever see him again, and they weren’t starting a relationship, where honesty would be a huge deciding factor. Right now, for this brief moment, they were hooking up—nothing more—and the onlyhuge deciding factorwas between his legs.

She could worry about the semantics later—or not at all. Whatever. “I don’t care what language you speak, as long as you come back over here and fuck me properly.”

His eyes widened.“A woman who knows what she wants.”

More English. What a jerk that he’d had her believing they had some huge language barrier between them. She shook her head in annoyance, but as he stalked back toward her, promising mind-melting sex, the only barriers between them were his pants and her panties, and she was ready to eliminate those as quickly as he’d apparently eliminated their faux language barrier.

“How do you say orgasm in French?”

Jean-Luc flashed a wicked grin, then he set the bowl on the metal island behind her, and in one swift motion, he had one arm wrapped around her waist and the other between her legs. She gasped as his thumb pressed against her wetness. “L’orgasme, Kelsey. And now, je donnerai.” He slid her panties aside, trailing his thumb over her wet folds, nostrils flaring as he watched her face. “I give.”

She moaned, leaning back on her hands and opening her legs to give him better access.

He massaged between her legs, leaning forward to gently bite her breast through her bra, and Kelsey arched, moving her hips against his hand as need burned hot through her veins.

He slid his hand out from her panties, then grabbed them at each side of her waist and pulled them off, his eyes darkening as he focused on her nakedness. “Exquisite.” He dragged his gaze up to her eyes and commanded in heavily—sexily—accented English, “Lay on your back, Kelsey.”

She did as she was told, the cool metal of the island biting her skin and cooling her enflamed body. Jean-Luc leaned over her, running his hands slowly from her shoulders, down between her breasts, over her stomach, then around the outer curves of her hips, finally settling his large hands firmly behind her knees. With a quick tug, he lifted them, bending her legs to place her feet on the island. He reached for the metal bowl, then pulled back the plastic covering and dug his finger into whatever goodness lay inside.

He brought his right hand to her face, waving his two cream-covered fingers in front of her nose. “Respirer,” he whispered, waving his fingertips closer to her nose.

Kelsey breathed deeply, the scent of vanilla the most obvious to pick up on, but then she caught a hint of nutmeg and… was that lavender? Whatever it was smelled divine.

“What do you think is this?” His accented voice dripped with so much sex that she ignored the way he was, once again, speaking English quite well for someone who just a few hours ago couldn’t speak more than a word or two.

“Vanilla, nutmeg—”

The hand that wasn’t currently coated in dessert cream disappeared between their bodies and she gasped as he slipped his fingers inside her.

“Lavender,” she moaned.

“Oui. Bon.” Jean-Luc brought his dessert-covered fingers to her mouth and slipped them past her lips, letting Kelsey sample the sweet pastry cream. The heavenly flavor of vanilla bean exploded in her mouth, with muted hints of nutmeg and cinnamon, and the slightest botanical essence of lavender. He pumped the fingers of his left hand harder between her legs and she clamped down on the fingers in his mouth, moaning as he awakenedallof her senses.

She couldn’t think straight, couldn’t focus past the sweetness on her tongue and the claiming hand between her thighs. Jean-Luc watched her with such intensity his gaze alone could probably unravel a woman. Combine that look in his dark eyes with the way his fingers curled inside her and the delicious dessert he introduced to her mouth?

Kelsey was a goner.

He slid the fingers from her mouth and she licked them clean, then whispered, “Mort.” The French word fordeadfloated into her mind from decades before.

Jean-Luc chuckled, shaking his head as he leaned over her. “Not yet. Soon.” He pulled his fingers from between her legs, then brought both hands to the center clasp of her strapless bra, deftly releasing her breasts in one quick move of his fingers. His eyes widened with desire, then he reached for the bowl, grabbed the spatula, and spread cold, creamy deliciousness onto Kelsey’s breasts. Her breath caught from the cool temperature—and the white-hotneedin his eyes—and her nipples pulled into tight peaks.

He bent forward, bringing his mouth to her right breast, then stopped mere centimeters from her nipple, looking up to meet her gaze. With his eyes on hers, he extended his tongue and ran it in a slow circle around the stiff peak, and Kelsey arched her back, pushing her breast toward his mouth. He closed his lips over her and pulled her flesh into his hot mouth.

Someone knocked on the door and Kelsey jumped, knocking over the bowl of vanilla goodness in her haste, then she slid quickly off the island and ducked to hide behind it.

Shit! Double shit! She could not be caught with her pants off.

As if there was anything even slightly entertaining about their current predicament—or how the future of Kelsey’s Kreations now hung in the balance—Jean-Luc watched her with amusement in his eyes, leisurely licking the dessert cream off his delectable mouth and sending a jolt of lust into her core even under these unlucky circumstances.

“Go,” she whispered. “I’m not here.”

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