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for one was planned for Italy.”
He pushed my hair off my shoulder and asked, “Is that set in stone? You must be there the day after tomorrow? We can go there after Monte Carlo… together.”
Together sounded amazing, but details would be good. I’m used to planning and taking care of the minutia that men never wanted to deal with in the office. At least that was the old me.
I ignored how my skin burned for his touch as he came closer to my neck. “Did you have something else in mind?”
His lips lightly brushed against my neck, teasing me awake. “I’ve booked a nice place already, and I committed to meet old friends I’d not seen since I was a boy. We can join them for a few days. Some of the group are Americans, so you’ll fit in.”
His American friends might remind me that Quentin and I were only temporary. In a week, I would go home, find a new job to manage, and prove myself capable and smart.
I already had my résumé out there.
Either way, with Quentin, I was none of that. I was a ball of aching need all wrapped up in oversensitive skin. I sipped my wine like I was some sophisticated lady and then said, “Before I answer, one more question.”
His suckling on my neck sent a thrill inside me. “What?”
My mind went blank for a moment. I needed clarity, and I wasn’t used to just throwing caution to the wind. My view whirled. I put my glass down and turned to see my reflection in his eyes. “You’re okay if I leave once my trip is over?”
He made a tortured sound. “I’ll be sad to see our relationship end, if that’s what you choose.”
The thought struck me hard. My choice. That sounded nice. And I was the one who would leave this time. He wasn’t using more than I offered. I turned and let my legs curl over his. “One more question.”
His eyebrow cocked. “You just said that.”
I shook and laughed. I probably sounded hysterical. Once I ignored the adrenaline in my veins, I massaged his muscles lightly and rephrased. “Fair. Another question.”
He traced my leg. “What?”
I curled my hair in his thick dark hair and pressed my forehead to his. “You’re not suddenly in love with me because of a few kisses, right? I mean there is a reason American girls tend to dream more about Italian guys than French guys.”
His shoulders stiffened. “What do you mean? France is vastly superior.”
Come now. Everyone preferred Italian men. “I don’t know about that, but the stereotype is the French fall in and out of love fast.”
His lips curled to show those dimples of his that proved I was right, and he sucked in his breath. “You’re funny, Kara. It’s one of the things I like about you.”
A weeklong escape from my life was why I’d come to Europe for a vacation. I cupped his face and said, “Well, I do like kissing you, Quentin, and it will be nice to have a vacation boyfriend.”
“It’s all I can offer.”
Then his lips met mine, and I kissed him back, not ever wanting to stop. Luckily, this passion would only be short-term; I’d never be able to be this intense for a lifetime. Just for now. And just with him. My wanker.
Chapter 8
Quentin
Finally, I was here, with Kara.
My heart rate increased, which was normal during all sex, but tonight I wasn’t a doctor or a scientist.
Kara was nothing like anyone else, and soon I’d get that shirt off her and find out what color nipples she had and if they changed color when aroused.
A short-term girlfriend sounded perfect, especially if it was Kara. I’d be a horrible choice for forever; I wasn’t able to protect those I loved.
I ran my hand over her shirt and tugged the bottom. I needed to see those globes of hers and suck on her peaks until they were pebbles.
For a moment, I had to remove my lips from her body, but as I peeled off the shirt, I saw her white, no-nonsense bra.
I laughed. I swear my mother probably had the same bra. Every other woman in my life wore lace for me, except Kara. She lowered her lashes and said, “I didn’t pack right. I thought I’d be alone and taking long walks.”
I didn’t say anything. I slipped off the cotton straps and reached behind her. I needed to see her breasts. Now. My prize was so close now. I pulled