Page 31 of Perfect Match
That means there’s a good chance that she’ll still be there when I return to New York. She smiles. It’s her cheeky smile, and I prepare for the witty remark that’s bound to follow.
“Are we still playing twenty questions? Because you’ve far exceeded your turn.”
“I want to know more about you; besides, it’s better asking questions in person.” It’s the truth. I want to know about her family, growing up in Sydney, and what her plans are for the future.
“Go on then, ask away. But I’m counting.”
“Your parents are separated, aren’t they?” I remember her telling me this at some point.
Her brows rise high. “Wow, you’re diving right into the personal stuff.” She smiles, showing she’s not really botheredby the question, then continues, “Yes, but I never knew them together, so it wasn’t traumatic in any way. The termparentswhen it comes to my mother and father was a concept they weren’t very familiar with. My father returned to the States when we were babies, so we don’t really know him. And my mother, while she stuck with us, really had no idea how to be a parent.”
“Do you think you’ll try to see your father when you’re in the States?”
“No, he made his choice to walk away years ago. He used to call on our birthday, but that stopped when we were about ten. But it always felt like we were being forced to speak to some distant relative.” A shadow darkens her expression, and I know not to delve any deeper.
We sit in silence for a bit, eating the delicious food and taking in the view. It’s comfortable being with Tori, and the longer we linger, the more the recent stress of work eases from my shoulders, floating away on the earthy grape-filled breeze. I want more days like this.
“When will you be in Paris?” I ask. Now that there’s the possibility of us meeting again in New York, we might not have to wait that long to see each other, if she’s interested.
“I think we are arriving on the twenty-seventh next month. Why?”
I lean forward, and with a finger beneath her chin, I tip her face to mine. “Because I’d like to meet you there, if that’s possible.”
A slow smile creeps across her features. “I’d like that.”
She wants to see me again, and I jump up from the table, feeling lighter and happier than I have in a very long time. My chair scratches across the tiles, and Tori jerks back in her chair at the sound.
Reaching for her hands, I pull her up and into my arms. “I’d like that too. But now, bella, I want to take you somewhere else. A little medieval town called San Gimignano.”
“I’ve heard about that place. Should we clear up our plates before we go?”
“No, it’s okay. But I’ll just have a quick word to the housekeeper before we go.” I disappear inside to thank the staff for the wonderful lunch and let them know that we’re leaving. I’ll also be making sure they receive a little extra in their pay for looking after us at a time when they weren’t expecting visitors.
Tori is waiting for me in the hall by the front door when I’m done. And with an arm thrown casually across her shoulders, I lead her outside to the car. Any thoughts of keeping my distance from her have been completely brushed aside with the possibility of this just being a start to something more, not the end.
***
It’s dark by the time I’m swiping my keycard across the sensor on the door of my suite. A few steps inside is all it takes for me to gather Tori close. I’ve been doing that a lot this afternoon, liking the way she slots so perfectly against my body.
“Thank you for today,” she murmurs against my chest. “But before we do anything else, can we have a shower? I’m hot and sticky, and it’s not in a good way.”
“Arms up, then,” I command, and as always, she complies so I can strip the top from her body. Next, I reach around behind her to undo her bra, freeing those gorgeous tits. But I don’t stop to lavish them with kisses this time, and instead, flick the button on her shorts and pull down the zipper. Then, with both hands inside them and the elastic of her G-string, I strip them fromher body. Her hands rest on my shoulders as I squat to remove them, and she lifts one leg and then the other to step out of them.
She’s so fucking beautiful, and I slide my palms up her sides from ankles to breasts as I stand back up. The thick cotton of my shorts no disguise for my hard reaction. “Now get your gorgeous ass in the bathroom so I can make you hot and sticky in a good way.”
“Yes, sir,” she says, spinning, and I give her cute butt cheek a little tap. She stops abruptly, looking over her shoulder, and there’s no mistaking her heated look. She liked that, and I make a mental note to ask her how much later.
I take a step toward her, and she’s off running for the en suite, my laughter following her retreat. I’d chase after her if I could do it without risking the zipper of my shorts becoming a permanent tattoo along the length of my shaft. I pop the button on my shorts and carefully release the metal teeth that are an imminent threat to my manhood. And with my cock freed from the confines of my shorts and boxer briefs, I stride into the bedroom, stopping to grab a condom from the top drawer.
All I’ve been able to think about this afternoon is sinking into her. When I step into the bathroom, Tori is already standing under the shower, and as I strip the remaining clothes from my body, I feel her eyes tracking my movements. I toss the condom on the vanity before joining her and pulling her body flush against mine.
The warm, fresh water rains down over our bodies as we fuse together, the embrace so tight and complete that there is no gap between us from our chests to our thighs. My mouth seals to hers as I edge her backward until her back presses against the tiled wall. While her fingers find their home in my hair, I yearn for the frantic scratches that I know she’ll inflict as she comes undone.
My tongue tangles with hers, swallowing the little moan she just released. She tastes of coffee with a hint of salted caramel from the chocolates we had this afternoon. It’s an addictive mix, but I move on, because there is so much more to discover with her. I pepper kisses over her shoulders and across the swell of her breasts, stopping to lavish attention on each taut nipple before eventually licking my way over her stomach as I kneel before her. No patch is left untouched. Her wet skin satiny-smooth against my mouth.
When I reach the junction of her thighs, I look up. “Hold on to me.” The fingers of one hand burrow deeper into my scalp, while her other braces against the tiled wall. I ease one leg up to rest on my shoulder and bury my face in her sweetness. She shivers, but I know she’s not cold with the warm water continuing to tumble over us. I lick a path from front to back. And her moan echoes around us, bouncing off the tiled walls. I flick my tongue across her clit, back and forth as she writhes against my face, coating my mouth with her pleasure, her hand tugging on my hair when it becomes too much and pulling me closer when it’s not enough. This woman knows what she likes and isn’t afraid of taking it. It's so fucking sexy, being the pawn bowed down before my queen.
Her head thrashes from side to side. Her moans a cacophony of sound. She never holds anything back from me, and it’s intoxicating. I suck her nub between my lips and her hips rock wildly. Then, when I plunge two fingers into her soaked pussy, curling them up so they hit that magic spot, she cries out her release. The muscles in her thighs tense beneath my palms. She gives me everything. Each drop of passion coats my tongue, and I lap her up.
