well and good, and it might roll off the tongue, but there’s nothing quite like the use of fuck to get your point across.
‘I take it back. A phone book won’t do.’ She sighs as my teeth graze the sensitive lobe of her ear, the challenge in her stance melting. ‘How come bad words sound so much sexier said by you?’
‘Maybe it’s the man, not the words.’
‘Oh, it’s definitely the man.’ Her response is pure encouragement, an invitation to reveal.
‘A man who has thought of these. Imagined these.’ My voice is hoarse, and my accent thick as I cup her full breasts, my thumbs gliding back and forth over the sensitive peaks. She sighs as I lower my head, teasing her over the lace, rendering her lacy bra almost transparent. ‘A man who wants to fuck these.’
‘Even mildly pornographic sounds better from your mouth.’
‘There’s nothing mild about my plans for you.’ I continue to torture and tease until she’s pressing herself against me, whimpering for more. ‘We’re going to play a little game called make Rose desperate for Remy’s baguette.’ I’m surprised I can keep a straight face, yet at the same time, I’m endeared by her ridiculousness.
‘Okay, you win. Give it to me.’
I find myself chuckling. ‘Oh, I will. Over and over again until your legs are shaking, and the neighbours know my name.’
‘But you don’t have any neighbours.’
‘When I’m finished with you, your neighbours will know my name. No more confusion this time. No talk of baguettes, no whispered words you can’t understand. I’ll keep to English.’
‘Killjoy,’ she whispers as she begins to pluck at my belt.
‘Except,’ I bring my mouth to her ear and whisper huskily, ‘for the words I whisper between your legs.’
‘Promises, promises.’ Her words are a sultry whisper, her gaze burning bright.
‘I promise not to stop until I’ve made you come a dozen times.’
Her smile is pressed against my cheek before she uses her teeth, part playful, part serious. She peppers my jaw with teasing kisses, my abs flexing and bunching under her questing fingertips . Together, we pull my half-unbuttoned shirt over my head.
‘Take off your pants.’ My voice is husky, my need immediate.
She does as I demand, barely stepping from the pool of them when I spin her around, gathering her hair in my fist. It takes her a beat to notice the mirror in front of her as, her head turned over her shoulder, she fights to reach my mouth.
‘Look at how beautiful you are.’ She follows the direction of my gaze, my larger body framing her lush form, her hard pebbles through the transparent lace of her bra. She is Venus. Juno. Made of the kind of hills and valleys and curves that would make an artist weep. Her eyes dark and her lush lips inviting, Rose is a prize I don’t deserve. But I’ll have her anyway.
‘I can see how wet you are.’ I tighten my grip on her hair, her body yielding. ‘I can almost taste your arousal.’
‘Remy, please.’ More moan than words, her body gives at the graze of my teeth against her shoulder as I devour her satin skin. I want to inhale her—consume her whole. What is it about this woman that makes me so reckless? Makes me forget all the trouble she could bring to my door.
Makes me long for something more.
‘Please what, ma Rose. Do you want me to taste you?’ I flick the clasp of her bra, trailing it down her arms until it drops to the floor. Dieu, the sight of her before me, her breasts so full and round and spilling from my hands. ‘What would you do for me in return? Would you get on your knees? Would you touch yourself?’
‘Yes, anything.’
I pull her against me, letting her feel the hard outline of my cock through the fabric of my pants as those eyes of melted honey find mine in the mirror, the truth of her longing shining there. I’d tried to tell myself that she wouldn’t be the same woman as she was in March. That a one-night stand brings its own kind of desperate reveal. But that isn’t so. She’s even more open now, her body arching, her nipples hard. I can’t wait to taste them, to tongue them, to feel them harden in my mouth as she writhes under me. But for now . . .
‘Oh!’ Her breath hitches as I press her forward, and she catches herself against the heavy mirror, her palms spread wide.