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“Let’s fly out of Buffalo, then. I’m pretty sure Victorine doesn’t know you’re in Canada, so it won’t occur to her that I might be with you. Once she realizes I’m really gone, she’ll check the Canadian airports for flights out, but if we cross the border into the United States, she shouldn’t be able to trace us. Even if she does, we’ll be in Paris by then.”
I nodded. Buffalo was in Kral Syndicate territory. “So you want to catch a flight to Paris from Buffalo?”
She nodded. “I can compel the border guard to look the other way so he doesn’t remember me.”
“Sounds like a plan.” I unzipped her hoodie and caressed her breasts through her T-shirt. Her bra was thin as air. I could see the outline of her small, rose-brown nipples, and when they beaded beneath my fingers, I felt every sweet detail.
“Rafe?”
“Five minutes. Just give me five—” I shoved up her T-shirt and bra and latched onto one of the tightly furled points, sucking hard.
Her body arched. She made a low sound of arousal and wrapped her arms around me. Her fingers feathered over the hair at my nape.
Competing needs fought in me. The need to take her. The need to keep her safe. The need to get to Paris and my brother as soon as possible.
I brought my mouth to her other nipple, sucked again. Her hands tangled in my hair, pulling me closer. I was on top of her now, her legs twined around me, my erection cradled in the V of her jeans.
I rocked my hips against hers and we both groaned. I felt her damp heat through the denim. I rotated myself against her, so damn ready I was about to explode.
I dragged in a breath. “We don’t have time for this.”
She blinked up at me. “No?”
I grimaced. “Afraid not.”
A heartbeat passed. Neither of us moved until I gave her a long, we-will-finish-this kiss and reluctantly moved off her.
“Let me clean up, and then I’ll call Buffalo and get us on a flight to Paris while you get ready.”
She heaved a breath. “Okay.”
I was back in five minutes. She rose from the bed and gave a long, catlike stretch. “Give me fifteen minutes.”
I watched as she padded to the bathroom. The woman had a truly fine ass, firm and heart-shaped, and the tight jeans showed it off to perfection.
I scrubbed a hand over my face and got dressed before reaching for my phone. I would’ve preferred to go straight to Paris, but there were no direct flights from Buffalo to France.
I toyed with booking a private jet, but the Paris Syndicate would monitor incoming flights as a matter of course, just as my father’s people monitored flights to and from the East Coast. A private jet could trigger attention neither of us wanted. We’d have to fly commercial.
The best I could do was a flight with a two-hour stopover in Newark, New Jersey, and then on to Paris. We’d land in France a little after dawn, but it was either that or wait another night to travel. Zoe wouldn’t be able to travel even a mile in the full sunlight, so I booked a room near Charles de Gaulle Airport.
By the time she emerged from the shower wrapped in a fluffy towel, I was packed and ready to go. “We have a flight out of Buffalo in two hours.”
“Perfect,” she said and dropped the towel on the bed.
My brain fogged. I swallowed hard. I’d never seen her completely naked.
She opened her suitcase and took out a pair of black boyshorts, pulling them up over her toned thighs and ass. Next was a plain black bra.
I watched, my mouth literally watering with the need to taste those dusky-rose nipples again, as she put on the bra and the same clothes from last night.
She sleeked her damp hair back into a ponytail and reached for the suitcase. “Ready.”
I moved around the bed and blocked her, so close the toes of my boots touched hers.
Her brows lifted. “Something the matter?”
“No.” I wrapped a hand around her ponytail and tugged back her head. “Just a promise.”
