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Just like the limo ride home, where Axel pulls me onto his lap and kisses me senseless. I’m wrapped in his tuxedo jacket, and his overlong hair has fallen in front of his eyes. He looks like another cologne ad, only this time, I’m in it with him.
“Have fun tonight?” he asks against my lips, his fingers sliding beneath my dress to tease along the edge of my panties— not the ones with his number on them I was wearing earlier that ended up in a clothing detonation when Otto went down for his nap.
Those were every bit the hit Nat promised.
These are as silky as the dress they were paired with. They make me feel sexy in a different, daring way. Or maybe it’s the man playing with them who makes me feel that way.
“I did.” His fingers dip beneath the hem to where I’m wet for him.
“It was li-ke a fairy tale. Mmm, do that again.”
His mouth curves against mine, his voice gravelly rough. “This?”
“Yesss.” That exactly. I clutch at his hair, his shirt. “How long until we get back?”
He groans. “Not long enough for all the ideas I’ve got about you in this dress. But maybe”— he inches one finger inside —“time enough for this.”
He kisses me again, slipping his tongue past my lips as he presses into me deep and deeper. Drawing back to stroke against all those nerves still so sensitive from this afternoon.
God, that feels good. Like it’s almost too much, and yet not nearly enough.
I open wider to his kiss, take the hard thrusts of his tongue. He pumps into me with one finger and then two, stretching me, bringing me closer. Making me ache and gasp. Making me wonder how I ever lived without this. If I could live without it again.
And then he finds that spot so deep inside and I’m there. Coming against his hand as he murmurs how beautiful I am. How he can’t wait to get me home so he can taste me again. How he loves to make me come.
We have to behave when we get back. But after Nettie and her husband are gone, Axel carries me to the bedroom and lays me out on the bed.
“You shouldn’t spoil me like this.”
He shakes his head. “Maybe I want to be the one who makes you feel like you aren’t waiting anymore.”
Doesn’t he know? Can’t he see it?
I don’t trust my voice to tell him that he does. I’m afraid if I say one word, he’ll hear all the others that are begging to get out. The things I’m not supposed to say, to feel.
The things I’m not sure I’ll be able to hide forever.
Later that night, I slip out of bed and stare down at the man I’ve fallen for in a way I never thought possible. I pad down to Otto’s room and watch his little chest rise and fall with each precious breath.
And then I go and find my phone and text my sister.
Me: What if I didn’t leave?
* * *
Axel
I can’t lether go. I can’t fucking do it.
Not after last night. Not after the way she looked at me. Like maybe, if we gave it a chance, this could be it.
I’m pacing the length of the apartment and back again, my gut in fucking knots thinking about the clock ticking down on the purest happiness I’ve known in my entire life.
I can’t ignore it anymore.
She’s leaving.
For fucking Paris.
