Page 27 of Falling for Paris
“You don’t mind?”
He stepped closer and gave her a gentle kiss. “I want to feed you all night. We can start with food.” Feeling brazen, he smacked her lush backside and said, “Do what you need to do. I’ll order.”
And he did. He wasn’t sure what she wanted, but Rafael was familiar with the hotel’s restaurant and felt comfortable ordering a little of everything. Filet mignon, seared chicken, and lemon butter cod. And crepes for dessert.
When she came out, he handed her a Perrier before opening the balcony’s glass doors. The patio was tiny but the view was expansive. The basilica shone like a beacon, and the sounds of the bustling city rose with the evening breeze.
“That’s incredible,” she said. “Do you realize you live in one of the best cities in the world?”
“Well, officially, my home is elsewhere. But yes, there are nights when Paris is stunning. Though I suspect that has more to do with being with you than with being in the city.”
He watched her take a sip from the bottle. They sat quietly as he offered his hand. “Your hands are cold,” he observed.
“I’m, um, I’m nervous.”
His gut twisted. “Victoria, nothing needs to happen tonight. I’m just happy to have you for myself, selfish bastard that I am. We can eat and sleep or leave. Anything you want. Please don’t be nervous about, well, about making love. I don’t expect anything.”
He watched her profile against the city’s glare, her features catching stray reflections, her lips shimmering after she licked them anxiously. She sighed and finally squared her body with his.
“I’m not nervous about being with you, Rafael. I’m nervous aboutafter. I didn’t like how I felt yesterday when you shut me out. And as attracted as I am to you, I don’t think I want to feel that way again. I’m sorry, but if you think I’m only good forthat, you know, I’m not sure what the point is. Well…that’s not entirely true. The point is sexual satisfaction I guess, but—”
He swooped her in his arms and deposited her on his lap. While in the cradle of his arms, Rafael trapped her shimmering lips in a passionate kiss.
“I’m sorry about yesterday. I don’t know how to be this way with you. For most of my illness, I’ve managed things alone. I can’t stand myself when the attack comes, I can’t imagine anyone wanting to be around me.”
He didn’t add that he knew for a factpeople didn’t want to be around him when he was unwell. History and all that.
“I understand. And I don’t know how to help unless you tell me.Ifthat’s what you want,” she uttered. “It’s OK if you don’t. I just wish, I don’t know, you would trust me a little. Or at least don’t completely shut me out. All of a sudden, we’re strangers. I can’t stand it.”
“For you, I will try not to be so…distant, yes?”
She smiled just as room service knocked. He opened the door and enjoyed her gasps of delight as plate after plate was revealed. The evening opened up like a present he never expected. He looked forward to feeding her, kissing her, holding her. It was more than enough tobewith her.
They feasted. Passed plates across the small bistro table. She let him feed her perfect bites. That pink tongue peeking out enticed him. Her moans of bliss when the crepe’s smooth sweetness melted into her mouth travelled straight to his cock.
“Don’t you want any of this?” she asked, offering him dessert.
Rafael shook his head. “I don’t think I’ll ever have to eat another crepe in my life, to be honest. Though that chocolate is making me think of your ganache. Which is better than anything we had tonight, by the way.”
Her eyes widened. “I don’t think you could have said anything sexier than that compliment.”
Laughing, he gave in to his newest obsession. “I think lathering this chocolate on your nipples and licking it off is sexier but, sure, if you say so.”
Her shock registered in glistening eyes. “Chef Rafael, are you suggesting a health code violation?”
“Only if you want me to.”
“I do. Dammit, I really do,” she sighed, standing to walk between his legs, her breasts aligned with his mouth.
“I love this dress, but I think I preferred the smaller one yesterday.”
“Shut up,” she cooed. “What were you saying about chocolate?” She unzipped the black garment and it pooled at her feet. Her skin was creamy smooth, her areola puckered and dusty pink. Rafael relished her breasts filling his hands. Her back arched, inviting him to do more.
He placed a finger in the swirl of chocolate and then lathered it on one nipple, fascinated by her shallow pants. Then he licked it, pressed his tongue against flawless silk. His lips sucked and nibbled sweet skin and pert arousal. He did it to the other side. Taking his time to draw the chocolate along a wider circle, painting the path his tongue was about to take. He wrapped his lips around her perfect breast before grazing his teeth at its sensitive tip.
Victoria’s head splayed back at the intensity. Whining gasps of bliss escaped her lips. By now, Rafael’s erection had broken through the top of his boxers, rubbing painfully against his pants. He remembered her mouth around his cock and almost lost all control.
“On the bed,” he ordered.
