Free A World Away (A New Adult Romance Novel) by Lila Lacroix Page B

semester.”
    “What was it that made you choose Paris? Was it the sexy creatures such as myself?” Philippe asked, a twinkle returning to his eye as he posed for me on the balcony in an overly extravagant kind of Vogue. I laughed, and he pretended to look hurt.
    “You’re not supposed to laugh, you’re supposed to find me incredibly sexy,” he teased. Oh, if only he knew how my body reacted to his every movement.
    “I’m sorry ,” I teased, “I guess you’re just too sexy for me, I didn’t recognize it.” Again, Philippe’s beautiful laugh rang through the night air. He was all I could hear now. The sounds from down below had completely disappeared in my head. It was just he and I now, both of us here together, alone on the balcony.
    Silence passed in between us. It was as though he could feel the same energy as I did. We looked at each other, deep into each other’s eyes. Suddenly, Philippe leaned down and kissed me. I felt like fireworks were going off inside of me. I closed my eyes as I felt his lips, soft, yet passionate, pressing against mine. I was immediately overtaken with passion. My legs felt weak, I could feel my chest pressing against his, my blood felt like I was boiling. The night was cold, but I felt like we could have been in the arctic and I would have been burning up.
    Suddenly, Philippe pulled away.
    “What am I doing? I’m so sorry Sophie, I didn’t mean to. You’re just so beautiful…” he trailed off. I immediately wrapped my arms around his shoulders and kissed him back. That was all the encouragement he needed. Philippe’s hands found my waist, his hands broad and strong, pulling me towards him. I melted into his touch. His hands being on me, both of them touching me, it sent a fire running through me, a fire unlike any I’d ever felt before. I didn’t know I could even feel this way. I wanted this moment to last forever. I wanted Philippe to grab me, to take me into the bedroom, to ravage me, take me completely. I had never felt this way about a guy before.
    His mouth moved to my neck, land ing soft kisses on my milky skin. I leaned back and moaned into the night, clutching at his back. I was so full of energy, I just wanted to move! My hands roamed around his body. His arms were definitely muscular under his light jacket, I could feel the bulging of muscle underneath the fabric. His back was sculpted as well, and I could feel his muscles contract and stretch as he kissed me, his own hands discovering my body, making their way around my waist, my back, and slowly down towards my ass.
    His hand moved up my body and towards my face. He caresses my cheek with the back of his fingers, every little movement of his hand against me making me press against him closer, wanting more of him. I couldn’t hide the way my body reacts to him, and this was so different to how I’d felt with any other man. I’d never felt any connection like this before with any other man, and yet at the same time I barely knew him. There was just something about Philippe, something that made me react like this to his touch.
    His mouth moved back up to mine and he kissed me softly. I pressed in, kissing him back, begging him to force my lips apart. He took his time, slowly nibbling my bottom lip before finally slipping his tongue into my mouth. A small moan escaped me as he did so, slowly discovering the inside of me, and I could feel pressure building inside of me. I felt like I was going to explode if I didn’t get more of him, now.
    Again, Philippe’s hands beg an to roam my body. They made their way to the front of my jacket, slowly undoing the zipper and allowing the coat to slide open before taking his hands and climbing up my front, sliding up slowly, ever so slowly towards my breasts. As his strong hands cupped my chest, I could feel my nipples, hard as diamonds, straining against the fabric. My chest heaved up and down even as he continued to kiss me, playing with my breasts. I pressed against