Page 79 of Eat Slay Love

She gasped and then chuckled.

And my God. . .

Her scent.

Her warmth.

It all cracked my last bit of restraint.

I kissed her again.

Slow.

Deep.

Purposeful.

She moaned.

When I finally pulled back, her breath was uneven.

Sighing, I pressed my forehead to hers. “J’adore tes lèvres. Parfaites, comme du velours.”

“What does that mean?”

“I adore your lips. Perfect, like velvet.”

She shivered. “Say something else.”

A slow smile spread across my face. “Tu es plus précieuse que l’or. Tu es la plus belle femme que j’ai jamais vue.”

“And that?”

“You are more precious than gold. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.”

“So sexy.”

My cock rock-hard, pressed against the zipper of my slacks, throbbing in time with my heartbeat.

Once the elevator finally glided to a stop, I placed a final kiss to her lips before the doors slide open.

Thank God. I almost fucked her in the elevator.

I took her hand and guided her toward my suite.

The door unlocked with a quiet beep, and we stepped inside.

The wealth of the space was all there—shimmering chandelier, soft lighting, luxury linens, floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked a glittery Manhattan.

Yet, none of it mattered.

Only Rae.

Is she ready for what’s about to happen?

I grabbed her hand, pulling her deeper into my suite without hesitation.

The second the door shut behind us, I had Rae against the wall, my hands on her hips, my body caging hers in. “Do you know how fucking hard it was to stop myself from slamming my cock into you, when we were in the car?”

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