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The heat of his fingers and the warm fullness of his tongue moving in sync sparked some strange feelings. My body tingled from top to bottom, and I didn’t want him to stop. At that moment, I didn’t care about the art on the walls. The only art I wanted to experience was more of his kiss.
I reached my hands around his neck and pulled him closer so I could enjoy the taste of him.
Suddenly, a female voice called out, “Excuse me…excuse me…”
We broke the kiss, looked around, and a middle aged woman was looking at us. I covered my mouth with my hand, a little embarrassed at our behavior.
“Excuse me sir,” she repeated.
Phillippe cleared his throat and addressed the woman. “Yes.”
“I’ll be your guide…that is if you’re still interested in the tour.”
He looked at me, then back at her. “Yes, we are, thank you,” he smiled.
“Fine, you might want to wipe that lipstick off your face.” She commented with a disapproving look.
“Yes ma’am.” I looked at him, smiling. He took my hand and we followed our tour guide.
There was some amazing art in that old barn, but all I could think about was that kiss. After the tour, we did a little sightseeing. It was late when we finally made it back to the hotel. Phillippe walked me to my room and we stopped in front of my door.
“So what happens now?” I asked.
He stepped closer and I backed up against the wall. “What do you mean?” He brushed my hair behind my shoulder.
“I had an amazing time today, but we never discussed how we’re going to…”
He kissed my neck. “Work together and…”
“Exactly.”
“I thought we agreed to take it slow.”
I patted his chest. My God, this man is solid. “We did, but…”
He slid his hand around my waist and pulled me to his chest. I wrapped my arms around his neck, looked into his eyes searching for an answer to my question. He captured my lips between his, kissing me deep and hard. His hands traveled down my back and grabbed my behind. I gasped at the foreign touch and pulled back. I looked into his eyes and they seemed darker, more seductive, intense. I bit my lip wondering if I should continue or call it a night.
He lowered his forehead to mine and his hot espresso scented breath and intoxicating cologne produced a heady euphoria I liked. “Do you want me to come inside?”
I closed my eyes, knowing if I looked at him, I might say yes. “No,” I replied and opened my eyes.
He moved those sexy swollen lips to my neck and I let out another gasp. I tried to get some air, but I couldn’t. “Are you sure?”
I swallowed hard. The good girl was wrestling with the bad girl. The good girl, said, “No.” The bad girl, said, “It’s better to kiss in private.” He glided his hot finger along my arm and I wanted to jump out of my skin.
“Uhm…I…I…” He nibbled my ear. Oh man. “I think…”
“Gabriella, nous a laissés embrasser dans privé, mon amour…” followed by a kiss on my neck.
French, you have got to be kidding. I cupped his face in my hands and gently pressed my lips against his. “Good night.”
“Good night?”
I bit my lip and nodded. “Good night.”
He leaned back and smiled. “Where’s your key?”
“Why?”
