Paris was a bit wet as well, but the Eiffel Tower looked magnificent nonetheless. They rode to the top of it and surveyed the beautiful City of Light below.
“I can’t believe we’re really here,” Fawn sighed as the cool wind tried to take her breath away. “It’s like a dream!”
“No dream could be this good!” Taury decided. “Are you ready to see Eze?”
“Oh, yes, but Taury, can’t we make love tonight? Paris is the most romantic city in the world!”
“No, no, I want to wait. It’ll be worth it, I swear!”
She knew that was true, but the aching deep inside her was driving her mad.
They took a fast train to the South of France the next morning, arrived in Nice six hours later on a brilliantly sunny afternoon. The seascape reminded her of Malibu, though the Mediterranean water seemed a different, richer shade of blue that sometimes shifted towards green and teal. The fragrance of it was the same though, instilling her with that same sense of tranquility that the Pacific Ocean always did. She was a child of the sea, a mermaid without a tail fin – that would never change.
They rented a sleek roadster and began the drive to Eze. As they came closer to the mountaintop village Fawn’s heart started to pound, threatening to burst out of her chest. Not only because of the beauty of the village and its pastoral surroundings but also it meant that the passion she’d been suppressing for too long could at last be released. She was twitching in her seat, trying not to have an orgasm but just thinking of being alone and naked with Taury again was almost too much to bear.
She busied herself by taking in the visual delights the village offered – it was surrounded by banana, date, orange and lemon trees, and flowers of every color and scent, making a heady, sometimes overpowering impression on her senses.
They were on the beachside route to Eze; the sea putting on a show of light so dazzling it seemed someone had filled it with millions of diamonds.
They abandoned their ride at the bottom of the mountain and walked up to the village gate. Hundreds of years of history greeted them in the narrow cobblestone streets, shadowy arches and ancient structures. A guide suggested they partake of the area’s many activities like tennis and swimming and horseback riding but Fawn wasn’t interested – all she wanted was to lock Taury up in a room and take full advantage of the situation.
After a couple of hours spent walking and exploring Taury escorted her to their hotel and signed them in. He talked her into enjoying a well-earned nap while he made some phone calls and took a shower.
Once rested, Fawn stretched out on the big canopy bed and set her gaze on the cozy room around her. It had a charming, Old World elegance, with its hand-carved furnishings and fringed davenports. It was too warm to make a fire in the hearth – not that she needed any accoutrements to get her in a romantic mood.
“Your turn!” Taury announced as he exited the bathroom, wearing nothing but a white towel.
“Why didn’t you wait? We could have showered together.”
“There’s time for that tomorrow. I’ve got it all planned: once you’ve showered and dressed I’ll call room service and order us an early dinner. We can eat out on the balcony, and watch the sunset…”
“Is that the infamous balcony? The one you mentioned to me so long ago?”
“One and the same.”
“All right, I’ll go along with your plans. What am I wearing?”
He pointed her gaze towards an armoire where a glimmering pink dress hung on a fabric-covered hanger. A pair of matching high heels stood waiting beneath it.
She jumped up, began to examine the dress.
“Oh, it’s gorgeous! But it seems like a waste of money. I won’t be wearing it very long!”
He laughed. “It’s worth every penny! I’m going to have a ball taking it back off of you!”
She smiled, kissed him then reached round and smacked his toweled behind.
“I’m going to make you pay plenty for putting me through all this agony!”
“I know, and I’ll love it! Hop in the shower, will you?”
“Right!” she shouted and hurried into the bath.
Dinner was sumptuous and expensive – oysters and caviar, pheasant and gilded chocolates. Fawn ate daintily; her appetite not sated by food though she had to admit it was delicious.
After the waiter came for the dishes Taury locked the bedroom door and began to move the table and chairs from the balcony as quietly as he could. The sun had splashed down in the western sea in a swell of orange and gold, left in its place a sallow moon that lit up the balcony like candlelight. Fawn waited anxiously as Taury slid a mattress off the bed and eased it onto the floor of the balcony.
“Lie down,” he whispered as he slipped off his white dinner jacket and black tie.
Fawn kicked off her heels and did as ordered, her skin pricking up in spots from the cool night breezes as well as the anticipation of what was to come next.
Taury threw off his shoes and socks, knelt down beside her. His lips took hers, sucked at them, drinking her in. Then his tongue played with her own, whipping her into fits of ecstasy. His hands moved over her dress, caressed her breasts; he smiled as he realized her nipples were hard beneath the cloth.
“Take it off, please? I can’t wait much longer.”
He found the side zipper, yanked it down, scooted the dress off of her to reveal she wasn’t wearing panties.
“You devil,” he said, “I had no idea!”
“You’re not the only one who can think up little surprises,” she giggled.
She helped him tear off his white shirt and black pants and briefs. Once they were bare to the sky Fawn felt a bit shy, worried that someone might see them but the mattress was shaded with no windows open towards the balcony. She peered out the metal railings and got dizzy, realizing just how high up they were.
“It is like we’re on top of the world!”
“Yeah! This is exactly how I dreamed it would be! Me and the love of my life, making out on this balcony.”
“Hurry Taury!”
“No, I’m taking it slow.”
“You’re mean,” she pouted though she was loving every second of it.
His teeth gently grabbed at her nipples, making them harder still. She moaned, tried to keep quiet but it was impossible with his fingers rubbing her flesh.
“I’m bursting, Taury! I can’t wait!”
“Then go! I’ll get you back up with my tongue.”
She relaxed; let the release come. After being pent-up for so long the force of her orgasm seemed to gush out of her like water. He let her calm down then moved his head between her thighs and lashed at her with that wicked tongue. It was only minutes before he had her rocking again, begging for him to put it in her.
He was bullet hard, sent it into her like a gunshot. Fawn wailed, pounded her hips upward to increase his desire. He couldn’t hold it one moment more, thrust himself deep into her and came with a quaking that shook them both to the bone.
Exhausted, he laid down beside her, stared into the star-speckled sky.
“Was it as good as your dream?” she asked, rubbing the golden tuft of hair beneath his belly button.
“It was better! I’m not sure my heart could have taken the strain if I’d held off much longer!”
“I know what you mean. It was insanely good. Still, I don’t ever want to wait that long before we make love again. It’s scary how painful it is to be without you.”
“We’ve come a long way, haven’t we, babe?”
“Yes, we have. Where do you suppose life will lead us now?”
“I can’t say for certain. No one can. But I have something in mind, if you think you’re ready.”
“What?” She rose up, tried to peer into the deep set blue eyes. “Tell me!”
“Well, you know how I cleaned out the second bedroom in the bungalow?”
“Yeah.”
“I did that so we could put a crib in there.”
Fawn was silent for a minute, trying to get her brain around the word ‘crib’.
“A baby? Us?”
“Sure, why not? We can adopt one, and give him a great home.”
“Do you think we could try? Honestly?”
“That depends … can you share me with someone else?”
“With a baby? Oh, of course I can! I won’t be like Connie and I know you won’t be like Beau. We have tons of love to give to a child. Or two.”
“Two? Maybe twins? That’d be great!”
“And we could name them Constance and Beaufort!”
“Beaufort, really?”
“Well, just Beau then,” she laughed. “Or maybe James, after your father! And think how many others will be there to give them love besides us. Mom and Dad, and Inger and Steph; there are so many good people in our lives!”
“Yeah, there are. Our kids will be pretty lucky. I called my lawyers while you were napping, and told them to get the ball rolling.”
“You were awfully sure of yourself!”
“No, babe, I was sure of you!” He kissed her, snuggled into her side, set cool arms about her. “Let’s sleep out here tonight! I want to watch the sunrise lying naked with you.”
“Won’t someone see us?”
“Hell, I don’t care! Might give somebody a bit of early morning inspiration, if you know what I mean?”
“Ha! If they’re anything like you, I know exactly what you mean!”
Taury brought out a soft blanket to cast off the chill then they settled in for the night. Fawn turned her hazel gaze towards him, enjoyed the rhythm of his breathing in the pale moonlight, content in his company as he drifted off to sleep.
Her thoughts wandered to the future. She could see them living a long, meaningful life in the Malibu bungalow with their two beautiful children, surrounded by family and friends. Of course there would be trials and sorrows and frustrations. But those things only served to give the good things more credence.
She sighed happily, kissed Taury’s sweet cheek, already anticipating their morning encounter.
THE END
I have three more books you might enjoy. They are in a series called MAN SEASON. Here are their Amazon pages, descriptions, and an excerpt from each book. I hope you like them:
A BILLIONAIRE FOR BREAKFAST - http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00B2C5WMQ When Tess Jenkins impulsively agreed to join Kylie Preston on a hunt for billionaire husbands in the Cayman Islands she had no idea what kind of trouble they’d get into – or that she’d fall head over heels for a gorgeous beach bum named Angel. But is he all he seems to be, or someone completely different?
EXCERPT: There was a screeching noise just to her left. She turned, holding her heart in shock, as she watched a black motorcycle fly over her head and land abruptly in a mound of sand. But where was the driver? She quickly scanned the grassy area beneath the hilltop road. He was there, lying in a ditch.
Tess ran to him; began to examine him for injuries. There weren’t any, but what she saw there disturbed her all the same. He was insanely handsome, with chin length, naturally blue-black hair, and a rugged, tanned body that oozed “Come take me.” from every pore. And his eyes – whoa – when he looked up at her she thought her heart had stopped completely – they were green with strange flecks of blue that made them glitter like jewels.
“Are you okay?”
“Sure, just a skinned elbow and a sore bum. Serves me right for thinking I could make that curve at 100 miles per hour! I’ve never seen you. What’s your name?”
“Tess Jenkins.” She was shy under the heat of his stare. You’d think he had never seen a girl before.
ADDICTED TO HIM - http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00B8EOQ9S Tegan St. Clair works in a florist shop in Burbank, and fantasizes about her dream man, Fleet Westcott, the billionaire film producer who owns the studio across the street, never imagining that she could ever meet him in real life.
Then Fleet steps out of her dreams and into her bed, and she is swept up in a passion so electric it leaves scars. But Fleet is a complicated man, with some dark, dangerous secrets. Can Tegan find the courage to save him, even if it means her own life is on the line?
EXCERPT: He knelt down in the darkness, hiked up her skirt and yanked her panties down. Then he lifted her hips and began to drink at her like a cup. Tegan couldn’t help but gyrate beneath him, the orgasms building in little waves until they burst out of her in a torrent of pleasure. She put her hand to her mouth to keep from screaming.
“This is so not right,” she whispered.
“But it’s so good, hum?” he asked, raising his head to smile at her. “My turn,” he said hoarsely.
Tegan kept her eyes closed tight as she bent to his lap and took him into her mouth. He groaned as if in torment as she explored him with her mouth and tongue. The scent of him was dusky and sweet, arousing her back to a crest of desire. He realized she wasn’t through and eased his hand between her thighs.
“Stroke it, that’s right,” he sighed. Tegan dared open her eyes, watched his silhouette as he flung his head backwards, his chest rising up and down in quick bursts of anguish. “Now, get ready, get ready…”
She moved her lips over him in a dizzying motion, felt his need growing and expanding. His flesh was hot, firm, wonderful.
Finally he came, shooting into her mouth so forcefully she was afraid she’d drown. But she took all of him, and more, until he couldn’t spare a drop. He raised her off of him, zipped his pants.
Without a word he started the Jaguar and steered them away from the curb. Tegan readjusted her clothing, sat looking straight ahead, fearing she’d done something to displease him.
“Are you all right?” she asked.
“Fine,” he answered curtly.
“Was I horrible at it?”
“No.”
“Then I don’t understand why …”
“Look, it’s over. It was good. Great, in fact. I’ll take you home now, and you can clean up before your mother gets home.”
CATCHING MOONLIGHT - http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00BI7ZMQ6 Toby Styles heads out to Greece after learning she has inherited an island estate, Moonsea, from a father she never knew existed. Once there she falls in love with the beauty of the island – and she loses her heart to the beautiful young man who lives like a recluse in the moon temple on the cliffs. Dio excites her like no one ever has before – but he carries a tragic burden that could destroy any chance they have for happiness. Can Toby find a way to break the bonds that hold him – without losing him forever?
EXCERPT: Toby couldn’t take her gaze off of him. His face was pale and sorrowful but exquisite, with high cheekbones, a lean, perfectly aligned nose and a full, sensuous mouth. His eyes seemed on the verge of tears, glowing like emerald pools. And his body, dressed only in tight, faded jeans and a white T shirt, was as perfectly muscled as the ancient athletes depicted in bas-relief on the temple walls. Toby felt faint, not from the fall but from the overwhelming desire that was building like a tidal wave within her. His touch was like a cold fire, inciting her – she impulsively moved her lips towards his, kissed him tenderly. He was shocked at first then began to kiss back. She found herself clinging to him, using her tongue to explore that glorious mouth. It was not like her to make the first move, or to get intimate with strangers, for that matter. But something happened to her when she saw him, a gate of some kind seemed to open, a door offering pleasures she’d never dreamed of before. Dreams – she thought to herself – he was in my dream!
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