in my mouth and I needed to decide whether or not to have sex with you.”
He made a small choking sound.
“Because I really, really wanted to have sex with you, but I wouldn’t if you were involved with someone else. She gave me the all-clear and said to have my wicked way with you.”
“That does sound like something she would say,” he replied dryly.
She couldn’t keep up the joke any longer and giggled. “Oh, Jacky, don’t be silly. I asked her about the being single part. We were very civilized, as you say.”
He set down their backpacks on the wide wooden planks of the floor. “I can tell you I have no wife, no fiancée and no mistress. I am normally a very orderly, very civilized man, but I have found over the past day that that veneer of civilization is paper-thin and peeling off me as we speak.” He yanked off his T-shirt and tossed it away. He unlaced his boots and kicked them and his socks free. “And I like it very much when you call me ‘Jacky.’ Maybe you can call me that when I am pounding inside you.”
Lily’s jaw dropped as Jack dropped his shorts and briefs and stood entirely naked in front of her. “You don’t look civilized at all.”
“Good. Now take off those clothes before I rip them off you.” His eyes glittered, and she knew he meant it.
He looked primitive and aroused, his cock jutting up into his belly, huge and dark with blood, a drop of silvery moisture slicking his tip. His heavy sac rested on a nest of dark brown hair and a vein pulsed along the side of his shaft. An answering throbbing started between her thighs. She had never seen him totally naked in the daylight, and he was impressively built. A little thin, but still muscled, his shoulders broad and tapering into a narrow waist and strong thighs.
He pulled a foil packet out of his backpack and covered himself. No pretending with this man. He knew she wanted him, and he wanted her, too.
Of all the stylish, sophisticated women in France, he had chosen her. And she had chosen him. She slowly pulled her shirt over her head and ditched the rest of her clothing until she stood in front of him in her plain cotton bra and matching panties.
“Take it all off.” A command, not a suggestion.
Her underwear joined the rest of her clothing. She shivered under his hungry gaze.
“And you say you are not beautiful?” He shook his head. “Mon dieu.” He stalked toward her, his cock bobbing with each step. Lily waited in anticipation for him.
Jack scooped his hands into her hair and crushed her mouth to his. She gasped and he took advantage of it to plunge his tongue inside. He stroked her tongue with his, sucking on her and letting her suck on him.
Her breathing came fast and hard, and she clutched his wrists. Jack was right—he was being totally uncivilized and savage, and she loved it. He moved her backwards so the edge of the bed clipped her legs and they sprawled onto the bed in a tangle of limbs.
His thigh had come to rest between hers, muscled and hot on her clit. She automatically moved against him, and he smiled, slowly rubbing up and down so the hair rasped her tender folds. “You like this, eh?” He lowered his head and nibbled her neck.
Lily arched her back as his mouth traveled leisurely across her skin, licking and sucking her tender earlobe, down to her collarbone.
“Lovely Lily,” Jack murmured. “You turn me into a savage. I want to suck on your golden skin, give you a love bite.”
She shivered at his sultry tone. “Why would you do that?”
“To stake my claim on you. So every man who sees you knows that you are taken. Possessed. Mine.”
“And what should I do so other women know you’re taken?”
“Nothing. I do not even see other women since you have dazzled me so.”
“Oh, Jack.” She grabbed the sides of his head and brought his mouth up to hers.
He kissed her eagerly. “It’s true, I swear,” he explained between planting kisses on her cheeks and lips. “You may think we Frenchmen are casual about l’amour, but I am not. I never have been.”
“Me, neither.” Lily gasped as he moved down to her breasts. “Oh, Jack, that feels so good.”
His only reply was a muffled hum as he sucked on her nipple, rubbing his thigh between hers. His