a couple millimeters, and she gave a tiny nod. They were going to spend the rest of the day together.
When Tara didn’t follow her brothers down the street, they turned to look back at her. Jack cocked his head to the side. “Coming?”
“Alex was right about us needing to hustle on the website. I have the late shift today so I might as well lend Seth a hand,” Tara said, stepping closer to him. “You guys, go ahead. I’m sure he’ll give me a ride back after.”
“All right then. We’ll see you later,” Jack said, and Alex waved them goodbye.
Once her brothers were out of sight, Seth placed a possessive hand low on her back, sending a delicious shiver through her body. His breath was warm against her cheek when he growled, “Eager to get to work?”
“If by work you mean hot, sweaty sex, then yes,” Tara whispered, leaning closer to him.
“Dammit, woman.” His laughter sounded both amused and pained. “You can’t turn me on like this in the middle of the street.”
“Oops, sorry. But you started it.” Her sympathetic smile matched the sincerity of her apology. “Maybe you can walk it off.”
He raised his eyebrows. “Walk it off?”
“Yeah. We’ll take a stroll to Comfort Zone as an excuse, and pick up some dessert for after lunch.”
“You have to promise to be on your best behavior. I’m a little trigger-happy right now. I couldn’t stop thinking about you last night.”
It was Tara’s turn to flush. She’d been in such a jealous craze last night that his words were a balm to her soul. He wanted her. Even if it was only for now. He wanted her badly. And her primal instincts told her to make him hers. Now. But alas, they were in the middle of the street, as Seth pointed out. She needed to walk it off herself.
“We are mature adults who are fully capable of not tearing each other’s clothes off in public. We’ll be fine,” she said primly, more to convince herself than him.
They walked along the sidewalk with their hands grazing against each other’s. Each barely there touch sent a shiver down her back. It was the most contact they could have since they couldn’t hold hands in public, but it was more than enough to keep her heart racing.
It was a lovely sunny day with a cool morning breeze. They walked in silence for a few blocks enjoying their surroundings and allowing their desire to simmer down.
“How come you never told me about living in Paris?” Seth glanced at her, then looked forward again.
Why? He was leaving soon. She didn’t want to be reminded of it by mentioning Paris. “I don’t know. It never came up, I guess.”
“I see.” His brows were still furrowed. It was obvious he didn’t see.
She sighed. There was no use burying her head in the sand anymore. “It was the summer after my freshman year. I was so in love with wines that I wanted to learn more about it during vacation. But I didn’t want to do something boring like summer school, so I signed up for a summer wine program in Paris. It was such a place of romance and history. Learning about their wine and winemaking process seemed like a treat.”
“And was it?” Seth asked.
“It really was. I loved it there and made some great friends. I don’t think I’ll ever forget it.”
“You should look me up if you decide to visit Paris again,” he said lightly.
Her heart fell to her stomach, then lodged itself in her solar plexus. What is that supposed to mean? Was he suggesting a vacation fling after this one? He was so casual about reminding her that he would be gone soon. Was it going to be that easy for him to say goodbye to her? She couldn’t even think about him leaving without anxiety squeezing at her heart. But that was her. It wasn’t fair for her to expect more from Seth.
“Yeah, sure.” She hoped her tone matched his nonchalance. “If you promise to buy me a triple cone from Berthillon.”
“It’s a deal,” Seth said with a crooked smile.
“I wasn’t finished,” she admonished. “I also want a sugar and butter crepe from a street vendor, and to eat it sitting on the grassy hill at Sacré-Cœur.”
“Demanding, aren’t you?”
“Only because I’m worth it.” She arched her brow and dared him to contradict her.
“You certainly are,” he said, his appreciative glance traveling over her body. “Anything else? Do you want to ride on