“How is it possible?” I asked her.
She furrowed her eyes at me. “What do you mean?”
“This is your first time here, isn’t it,” I stated.
She blushed prettily. “It is.”
“Oh my God and we’re only here for another day. That’s it. Come on, “ I told her and yanked her toward the obvious.
“Where are we going?” she asked me.
“We’re getting the Eiffel Tower out of the way, then we’re going to see the real Paris tomorrow. The parts the tourists never see and you’re going to speak to the locals and I’m going to watch your mouth as you do it.”
“Je t'apprécie vraiment. Tu m'apprécies?” She surprised me, bringing me to a full stop.
I hugged her body closely and raptly watched her mouth. “Again.”
“Je t'apprécie vraiment. Tu m'apprécies?” She repeated.
“What does it mean?” I asked her, swallowing hard.
“I told you that I cared for you and asked if you cared for me as well,” she murmured softly.
“I do,” I said without hesitation. I ran my hand across her forehead and down her face. “Speak to me again.”
“What would you like me to say?” she asked.
“Whatever comes to mind.”
She studied my face, then took a moment. “Tu es élégant. Tu me fascines. Te me rends heureuse. Je t'adore. J'ai besoin de toi. Je pense toujours à toi. Embrasses-moi.”
I swallowed hard at how sexy I found her words and to my utter disbelief I’d had no idea what she’d said but they affected me nonetheless. “Tell me.”
“Kiss me,” she whispered.
I claimed her mouth harshly, breathing her in and tasting her tongue with my own before breaking away.
“All those words and all you asked me to do was kiss you?”
“There was more, but after that kiss I can’t remember what I’d said.”
“God, I wish I spoke French.”
“You kiss with quite the French accent.” Zap.
I kissed her again.
“You know, we could just go back to my room and I could watch you speak just as easily there,” I taunted.
“You play to win, Eriksson.”
“I know,” I told her, smacking her cheek with a loud kiss. “We better stay out in public now that I think about it.”
“Okay,” she said, taking my hand. “Lead the way.”
The Eiffel Tower was closed as it was so late in the evening so we stood underneath its belly, drinking in the cool metal and the intricately beautiful architecture. It truly was magnificent, I don't care what anyone says. Yeah, it may not have been the "cool" thing to do in Paris, but it most definitely was worth it to see. The structure was daunting and harsh but was so incredible in its artistry; it fit in so well with the nature around it. It was breathtaking...but not as breathtaking as the girl I was sharing its beauty with.
“I know where I want to go next,” she told me.