Part-Time Lover (Part-Time Lover #1)(38)

I swat his chest. “You are the worst.”

“I know, but you deserved it for mocking me. You can make it up to me . . .” He slips from English to French. “By sucking my cock after the wedding.”

His bluntness turns me on, and so does the fact that he made sure his dirty words were only for my ears and not the driver’s. I thread a hand in his hair and yank him close, and we kiss the kind of kiss that’s required after a filthy comment.

We break apart when the car slows, and we’re in a residential area now. He takes my hand and clasps our fingers together tightly.

“Are you sure you don’t want to stay at a hotel?”

“Is your brother at your house?”

He shakes his head. “He had to go to London on business.”

“I’m completely fine with your house. The hotel seems silly.” Once more, I wonder why he’s concerned about my comfort at his home, then it hits me. I tense, my shoulders tightening. “Would you rather we stay at a hotel?”

“Why do you ask?”

“Since you’ve asked me a few times.”

“I want you to be comfortable.”

“Are you worried that letting me into your home implies a certain level of intimacy?”

He cocks a brow. “What?”

I don’t mince words. “Is your home one of those places that’s just for you? Not for a woman? Something that feels completely yours, and you don’t want to invite someone in?”

He scoffs. “You honestly think after you’ve been to my flat in Paris that I wouldn’t want you in my home here?”

“You’ve asked me a few times if I wanted to stay in a hotel. Yes, I thought that might be the case.”

“My little mermaid,” he says softly, “I didn’t think you’d want that kind of intimacy. That’s why I offered the hotel.”

It’s my turn to scoff. “I can handle the intimacy of seeing your toothbrush and forks.”

He runs the backs of his fingers over my cheek. “I just want to make sure I’m not crossing your lines.”

I roll my eyes. “We’ve already established the rules of the new road.”

“And I aim to follow them,” he says then recaps the parameters we discussed on the phone the other night. “We won’t live together. We’ll see each other more frequently than once a week. But not so much that seeing each other feels like an obligation.”

“Seeing each other should feel like a pleasure,” I add.

“Oh, it will.”

“And photos. We’ll take a few photos, so everything looks real on social media.”

“Preferably photos of you in lingerie?” He arches an eyebrow.

“Oh, shut up. When I take those shots, they’ll be for you only.”

I silence the silliness of this conversation with another kiss. Because that we do without any concerns.



*

He’s as handsome as he was the night I met him. More so because he’s wearing a suit, and this man was made for suits. He stands in his living room, drinking a glass of water, flipping through a magazine as I emerge from the bedroom.

“Ready or not,” I say, my heart skittering around like a wild bird. I set a hand on my chest to try to quell the nerves.

“Wow,” he breathes out, his eyes exploring my body even though he’s seen me so many times. Today I’m wearing a seashell-pink dress that hits at the knees. I decided white was silly. Perfume too. I didn’t bring any.

My stomach flips as he admires me while putting down the glass and magazine. “It’s not that fancy.”

“I don’t give a fuck if it’s fancy. Your legs are spectacular, and you look so sexy in that dress and those glasses.”

I raise my hands to my eyeglasses, adjusting them, though I don’t need to. I’m fidgeting. He walks over to me, setting his hands on my nervous ones. “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” I say, but the word comes out airy, empty.

He tucks a finger under my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. “Are you sure? Do you want to back out? Just say the word.”

I shake my head. “I’m not backing out.”

“You can though,” he says, but his tone is reluctant.

“Hey. I’m here. I’m not backing out. We’re doing this.”

He smiles widely. “Yeah? We’re a couple of crazies, aren’t we?”

“Are we?”

Laughing, he pulls me close. “It’s crazy.”

“But brilliant.”

“It’s bloody brilliant. You know what else will be brilliant?”

“What?”

“Finally getting you naked and under me tonight.”

“You’re assuming I’ll put out since it’s our wedding night, are you?”

“Hope springs eternal. So does my cock when I look at you.”

And once more, he disarms me with his charm. “I guess we’ll see if the husband can get his wife into the marriage bed.”

I press a kiss to his cheek. He turns and catches it on his lips, and it rockets into a searing kiss. But I stop it before it becomes hot and heavy. Not because I don’t want hot and heavy, but because I haven’t slept with him yet.