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When I move my head just slightly to the side, I feel his breath against my cheek. We are teetering on the edge of something big. As much as I hate to push him, I think we’re both ready to take the leap.
“Ronan,” I whisper.
“Yes, Daisy,” he replies, his mouth against my ear.
“I’m not sad. Not anymore. Not like this.” My fingers rest over his until our hands are clasped, and I wonder if he can feel how badly I want him, how much I’m aching for his touch.
“Neither am I.” He kisses the side of my head.
I can practically feel his heart beating against my back as I lean into him. The slow, but heavy cadence of our matching breaths, and I squeeze his hand in mine before ever so slightly nudging his hand downward.
His body shudders against me as he lets out a husky exhale. “Baby girl, you make me crazy.”
“Why are you fighting it so much?” I reply in a whisper.
“I don’t know anymore. You make me forget.”
“Then, touch me. Touch me like I know you want to.”
“Fuck,” he mutters darkly against my ear in a tone so low, I know only I can hear it.
His hand trails down from my belly, and I release my hold as he reaches the hem of my dress, dragging it upward until I’m exposed. Thankfully, the blanket laying over our bodies has his movement hidden from view.
As dusk starts to turn into darkness around us, his soft touch eases closer. When his fingers brush the soft fabric of my panties, he murmurs in my ear, “Take them off.”
“Out here?” I whisper, looking around.
“Now, Daisy. Take them off.”
I swallow, easing my arms under the blanket, and as gracefully as possible, I shimmy my panties down my legs, quickly snatching them up in my hands once they’re past my bare feet. I hold them in my fist before he takes them from me, pressing them to his nose with his ravenous eyes on me before shoving them into his pocket. Then he eases me back against his chest.
“Spread your legs for me, baby girl.”
I let out a quiet whimper as I lean against him, his fingers going straight to the aching core between my legs. His touch feels like heaven, soft and gentle, teasing me to the point where I start to writhe.
“Be still, Daisy. We don’t want anyone to know what I’m doing to you under this blanket.”
I have to bite my lip to keep from moaning as his fingers circle my clit for a moment before leisurely sliding inside me. Ever so slowly, he plays with me, his touch unhurriedly exploring me. My eyes close, savoring the delicate intimacy between us. We might be in public, surrounded by people at one of the most famous attractions in the world, but right now, it’s just me and Ronan.
I nearly yelp as his thrusts grow more powerful, my body buzzing with need. He’s playing me like an instrument, and his fingers know all the right notes.
“I miss your moans,” he whispers in my ear. “Tell me how that feels.”
“It feels…so good,” I reply breathlessly between gasps for air.
“I love the way you soak my hand, Daisy. You’re so wet for me.”
I bite back a whimper.
When he adds a second and then a third, I feel so full and stretched around him. He picks up speed, keeping his motions small but intense, so it’s not overly obvious. But soon, I’m strung tight. The inability to move or squirm or cry out is making it ten times hotter, and I’m about to explode.
When my eyes fall closed with my face pressed against his neck, he nudges me to open them.
“Watch the tower, Daisy.”
“I can’t,” I whisper. “I’m gonna…”
Just then, the Eiffel Tower illuminates in glowing white light, sparkling in the dark night sky. At that very moment, Ronan moves his fingers to my clit, circling hard and fast, forcing me to come so violently, I let out a muffled scream. Thankfully, the crowd cheers for the lights, drowning out my cries.
