As Bella turned so that she had her back to him and her buttocks raised, there was no question as to what would happen next. She loved it when he moved behind her and touched her at the same time. "May I suggest you stop talking and concentrate."
"I don't need to concentrate," she assured him, and to prove it, she lifted her hips even more for him, so that now it was a battle for him to hold on. Luckily, he didn't have to wait too long before she fell noisily and energetically, shrieking with abandon as she thrust greedily back and forth.
They made it to the shops just before they closed. He'd taken her to the smaller boutiques that clustered the warren of streets off the main thoroughfares of Paris. He had one thing in mind and that was a red dress. And not just any red dress, but one with easy access, he told her.
He was pleased with their purchases, and after leaving them at the hotel he took her to the Eiffel tower.
"We can't. We absolutely can't," Bella protested when he took hold of her wrist and brought her around a pillar, boxing her in with her back to it, and his fists planted on either side of her face.
"People are walking up the steps just feet away," she pointed out breathlessly.
"Whatever happened to your sense of adventure?" he whispered.
"I'm not sure I ever had one as big as yours."
He laughed and felt her quiver with an instant surge of hunger as his lips began to tease her neck and shoulders. "You do now," he said.
The look on Jack's face was irresistible. He was so bad, which meant he was so good. The touch of his lips and hands was the only spell necessary for her to forget that they were inches away from a whole host of unsuspecting tourists.
"There's just one thing," he said, reaching beneath her dress.
"What?" she said.
"You're going to have to be very, very quiet."
Sucking a sharp breath in as he hit the spot, she hummed. "That might be a problem."
"I don't want you to get arrested on your first full day in Paris."
"You'll come with me."
"That is my intention," he confirmed.
She laughed. "You're impossible! And you'd better be fast."
"No. You'd better be fast," he said.
Jack wasn't too fast, thank goodness. Dipping at the knees, he took her deep, and then he worked steadily until she was on the brink.
"Quiet," he warned.
"Not sure I can," she admitted tensely.
"Shall we find out?"
She buried her face in his shoulder as Jack murmured, "Now."
Keening deep in her throat, she worked her hips to extract every last pleasure surge, and then, with a moan that seemed to come from deep inside his chest, Jack lost it too.
It was a good while before either of them could speak.
"Better?" he said then, slanting a smile down at her.
"For now." She smiled back at him, looking deep into his eyes and seeing everything she needed to see there. Then she glanced around to make sure they hadn't stopped the flow of traffic. Incredible though it seemed, no one had even noticed.
Jack took her for a romantic meal in a tiny restaurant close to the hotel. There was dancing after they had eaten sweet things and savory things, and all of it unbelievably delicious. A singer was crooning about love and the dance floor was packed. Pushed close together, they moved as one, slowly and intimately, until the end of the evening became inevitable. Taking hold of her hand, Jack led her off the floor. They paused briefly at their table to pick up her things. He paid the bill and they left. He didn't speak as he took her quickly down the cobbled street, but she sensed his urgency.
"We're not going to make it to the hotel," he said, pulling her beneath an old–fashioned street lamp.