“I snuck it by at the cash register when you weren’t looking,” he explains. “The fork was a red herring.”
I laugh. “Yes, the fork was definitely a distraction.”
He smiles. “I used to have one as a kid, and I would do that all the time… steal other people’s food in restaurants. It would drive my mother crazy,” he trails off, and I know he’s thinking about his mom. “When I saw it, I just had to buy it.”
I set the pretty little mermaid on the windowsill.
“Are you hungry?” he asks. “I made you an omelet.”
“You spoil me too much.”
The omelet is super tasty, and the fruit salad is perfect. “I feel like I’m at a fancy Bed and Breakfast,” I tell him, “and the most delicious thing about it is the host.”
He grins. “You are such a little flirt.”
“So what’s the plan today?” Honestly, I’d love to lie in bed with him all day, but I really don’t want to come off as sex-starved, which maybe I am a little.
“I thought we could go for a boat ride on the canal, and later go see your little mermaid.”
I clap my hands. “Yay!”
“Don’t get too excited,” he warns me. “TheLittle Mermaidmight be the most overrated attraction in Copenhagen.”
“I don’t care,” I say. “I just love her.”
“But first,” he says. “I want to take you for a ride on my Vespa.”
I hop like a little girl — no shame. “Yes, yes, yes.”
It doesn’t get better than this. The wind in my hair, my arms wrapped around his delicious torso, and the excitement of one of the most beautiful cities in the world. His Vespa rocks — all slick chrome and vintage-like curves — it’s a work of art, and it can fly. When you think of a scooter, you think slow, and little old men, but this Vespa is as fast as a motorcycle. My heart leaps and bounds as we zoom around bends in the road. I feel safe because he seems to know what he’s doing. I have my SUV to get around every day, and he has his Vespa.
I’m full of adrenaline when we get back to his place. He parks the Vespa back in the courtyard. It’s pretty and hidden from the rest of the world; benches, trees, and parking for scooters and small European cars, and even a bike rack.
“So, what d’ya think?!” he asks as he takes off his helmet. His smile makes my knees weak, or maybe it’s just getting off the Vespa, and having my feet back on land.
“I loved it,” I tell him.
He inches closer, and reaches for the clip of my helmet. I tilt my head up, and let him take charge. There’s something very intimate about the gesture — it is freaking hot! I close my eyes, imagining us the night before. “Can we do it again?” I ask.
“Right now?” he says. “You want to go back out?”
I shake my head. “No, I was talking about last night.” I bite my lip. “What we did last night.”
His beautiful eyes darken. “One track mind,” he teases.
“Sorry.”
“Oh, don’t be sorry,” he says, and pulls me in. He wraps both his hands around my face and draws my mouth to his. The warmth of his kiss makes me crazy, and I wonder if I’ll ever be able to give this up. I blink the thought away — I just want to enjoy this moment. “Take me inside,” I breathe into his mouth.
We rush upstairs, and he slams the door behind us. He presses me against the wall, and kisses me again. The weight of his hand under my blouse feels wonderful. I can’t get enough of him. I stand on the tip of my toes, my mouth aching for his. I reach for his fly, eager. John’s face flashes before my eyes.Please don’t do this.
It’s already done.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
ELI WRAPS A HAND AROUND the curve of my ass and with a quick push, shoves me up higher against the wall. I wrap my legs around him, my mouth not letting go of his. My fantasy of wall sex is about to come true.
He turns and carries me to the bed. I’m both shocked and impressed — I’m no lightweight. When we get there, we both crash down on the bed.
