Page 143 of Fire and Ice

"You can count on that," Maia replied as she pulled his head down for another kiss.

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"What are we doing here?" Maia asked as they got off the Paris Metro stop for the Trocadero. She was impatient to get back to the hotel. After all that kissing by the River Siene, she was all hot and bothered and wanted some action.

"You'll see," Jack replied mysteriously.

"Jack, I've seen the Eiffel tower," Maia said dryly. "Countless times."

"Humor me, babe," Jack coaxed. They got out of the underground station and walked straight into the Trocadero.

Well, Maia had to hand it to Jack. No matter how many times you've seen it. Paris at night, with the Eiffel tower all lit up, was always a sight to behold. She sighed in contentment as she and Jack stopped in the middle of the Trocadero with him hugging her from behind while they watched the gleaming lights of the most popular tower in the world. After a moment, Jack turned her around and started kissing her. It started gently, then became more insistent. His tongue plunged deeply into the depths of her mouth and tangled with hers. As his mouth scorched across hers, both arms banded tightly around her body, his palms cupping her ass and pressing her tightly to him as he rubbed against her.

He tore his mouth away and leaned his forehead to hers. "I love you, I love you so much," he whispered raggedly. "I can't get enough of you..."

"Maybe we should get back to the hotel and um... you know," Maia suggested and waggled her eyebrows.

Jack suddenly appeared nervous. What the heck was wrong with him? Maia thought. Hadn't they already sorted out their issues? Oh my God, did he have sex with someone else when they were broken up?

"I promised myself that we wouldn't have sex," Jack exhaled deeply. "Until you agree to marry me."

"What?" Maia gasped as all breath left her lungs. Whatever she may have thought was wrong with him, she certainly did not expect this. It did not help that Jack was standing so close. She vaguely saw him reach into his coat pocket to bring out an exquisite - and huge - diamond ring.

Oh my God. Oh. My. God! Maia's mind screamed in panic.

"Will you marry me, Maia?" Jack asked solemnly.

"Um ..." she stared stupidly at the ring, speechless. And the longer she remained speechless, the more agitated Jack became.

Was this happening? Thoughts swirled around Maia's head. Was she ready to marry Jack? Was this what she wanted? And then it became clear to her. Yes, yes and yes!

"Yes." She breathed as a smile broke across Jack's anxious face.

"Yes!" she said more loudly as Jack quickly slipped the ring on her finger and lifted her up and then whirled her around as he gave a joyful whoop of triumph.

"You've made me so happy," Jack said gruffly when he let her body slide down against his. "Now let me make love to you."

They couldn't keep their hands off each other—in the Paris Metro, in the hotel elevator. It was surprising they weren't cited for lewd public display or thrown out of the hotel. Maia guessed it was because it was Paris.

"Keycard," Maia gasped even as Jack pushed her against the door and had his hand under her shirt squeezing her breast.

"Back jean pocket," Jack growled as his lips got busy down the side of her neck, his other hand jammed behind the waistband of her leggings squeezing her bare ass.

They stumbled into the room, tearing each other's clothes off while lip-locked and in a tangle of limbs. The coats came off, then their tops, and then Jack quickly divested her of her bra and with his lips still attached to her breast, hoisted both of her legs up around him and carried her to the bedroom.

He flung her on the bed and tore off her boots and leggings. She looked up at him in anticipation; he was looking at her with an almost painful yearning on his face. Despite the urgency, Jack slowly unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his jeans, lowered the zipper and divested himself of his clothes—never once taking his eyes off of her. The sign of his arousal was pushing straight out of his boxers as he finally removed that last scrap of clothing to spring it free.

"I don't think I can be gentle," he rasped hoarsely as he leaned one knee on the bed.

"I can handle rough," Maia replied saucily. She quickly wiggled out of her underwear before it became another casualty of their lovemaking. She spread her legs and cocked her knees in blatant invitation.

"Take me, Jack, I'm yours."

With a low growl, Jack dove right for the center of her desire, burying his face in the growing moisture between her legs. Maia thought she was going to pass out with sheer pleasure. His hot breath fanned her rapidly swelling core as his lips devoured her,like he had been starved of her. He took hold of her swollen nub and sucked hard.

"Oh God!" Maia screamed as she came violently, over and over. She mewled and moaned as her hips undulated madly against his face. She kept coming endlessly while he continued alternating between sucking and laving the delicate folds of her sex with that devilish tongue of his.

As her shudders receded and her legs felt boneless, Jack rose above her, pushing into her slowly and planting himself there. The heat between her legs began to rise again.

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