Page 14 of All the Gossip from Paris
“Ok, see you soon. I’ll also go change,” she replied, then quickly left the room. The second the door clicked shut, Liam let go of the breath he’d been holding.
His heart was racing as his mind conjured up visions of what Sophie’s naked breasts might look like. He licked his lips. How good would it feel to run his tongue over those tight little buds? Would she like them to be teased gently or sucked hard?
“Fuck. I am in serious trouble here,” he muttered. She might not be asking him to photograph her naked tonight, but there was still a good chance that they’d end up tangled together in the expensive bed sheets.
He began weighing up the pros and cons of making a move on Sophie. The yes vote was currently miles ahead in the polls.
But first things first. The sooner he got out of his tight jeans the better.
After grabbing her travel bag Sophie retreated to the relative safety of the second bedroom. Relative because while it afforded her a private space in which to change, she soon realized that having two bedrooms posed a different problem. If she didn’t play her cards right, she might end up sleeping alone in one of them.
There was a reason why some of her favorite romance novels included the good old trusty plot device of ‘there is only one bed.’
I wonder how upset my American cousins would be if I accidently burned one of their hotel beds.
She was surprised as to how horny she was feeling tonight. Her body thrummed with unsated need. Desires that had long lain dormant following her painful breakup with her ex now flared, hot and ready.
Slipping out of her skirt, then unbuttoning the light silk blouse only made things worse. Her teeth pressed into her bottom lip as she trailed her finger over the bare flesh of her stomach. A gentle pulse beat in her core. She hooked her thumbs into her panties. Down. Down. And off.
Reaching for her leisure pants, Sophie made herself a promise. If Liam decided to be a gentleman tonight, the second she got the chance, she’d treat herself to a long hot bath. In the warm water, she’d take care of her aching needs.
That’s the last time I forget to pack my little bag of toys.
She pulled a top out of her bag, but instead of putting it on, she set it aside. If she was going to let Liam know that she was up for a night of sex with no strings attached, she had to play it smart.
A light cotton t-shirt was the obvious answer. It was comfortable. And with no bra underneath, it would clung tight enough for her hardened nipples to be on display.
Running her fingers through her hair, Sophie gently tussled it into a messy look. In the bedroom mirror, she considered her appearance. She looked like she’d just been for a roll in the hay. Bed mussed, but not fully sated.
Perfect.
“Sexy and ready for one more round,” she whispered.
Now she just had to hope that Liam saw things the same way she did. A night of fun, with no consequences.
After tomorrow’s fashion show, she’d be on a plane back to France, and Liam would go on to his next photographic assignment. And when their paths eventually crossed again sometime in the future, she’d simply just tell him that she’d never meant to hold him to the deal about taking her photo.
Sophie’s mind was clear. Whatever happened over the next few hours, tomorrow morning she’d say goodbye to Liam. She would check out of this hotel suite and not look back. This was a night for no regrets.
CHAPTER EIGHT
As Liam stepped out of the main bedroom, Sophie appeared in the doorway of the other room. She wasn’t wearing a bra. The pair of nipples he’d been quietly imagining were now pressed against the fabric of her fitted t-shirt. He could have sworn they whispered a sweet ‘hello’ to him.
And hello to you too.
“You look a bit more comfortable than before,” she said, pointing to his new sweatpants and top.
Comfortable? If she had the slightest inkling as to how tightly wound, he was, she wouldn’t be saying that. And if she touched him, she might get more than she bargained for. He couldn’t recall the last time a woman had had such an effect on him.
Doing his best to at least show an outwardly appearance of calm coolness, Liam gently cleared his throat. “Yes, the cotton in this hoodie is amazingly soft.”
And breathe.
He’d checked the brand. Whoever Zadig & Voltaire were, they made seriously good clothes. And like everything else in this hotel suite, probably priced way out of reach of his wallet.
She offered him a shy smile. “It’s not cotton. It’s cashmere. Light but warm.”
Cashmere. Ok, so definitely not a brand I’ll ever see in the aisles of Walmart.
