Free 26 Hours in Paris by Demi Alex

for Kat.
    A soft moan left her lips as he brushed the underside of her breast, and she arched her back and gave him more access. Needing no further invitation, his thumb feathered her nipple and he lowered his lips to her neck. His tongue licked up the intoxicating skin, and he loved the tiny squirm of her ass against his groin as he suckled the softness of a creamy earlobe.
    â€œI like your coat,” he said, cupping her heavy breast over her dress and tracing the pebbled peak. “I like the material of your dress, too.”
    â€œIt’s silk,” she breathed.
    â€œYou’re sinfully tempting against the softness.” Much like his erection strained against his trousers, her heat strained through the material. He moved his hand down her body, bunching the skirt in his fingers along the way. He didn’t care if the dress was made from a potato sack or silk. It was on her. “Even more,” he rasped, sounding much more in control than he was, “I love the feel of you beneath my fingers.”
    She dropped her head to his shoulder as he feathered a touch over the top of her mound.
    â€œBehind us, and to the right, is the Musée d’Orsay. It briefly served as a railway station, which is very appropriate considering the foot traffic on the Left Bank.”
    She turned her head and looked past him at the pedestrians behind them, her shiver evident under his touch. His body shielded her small form from the people hurrying to their respective destinations, but they were there. She clearly liked that.
    He kissed her flushed cheek. “Today, the museum houses masterpieces from Monet, Renoir, Degas, and Van Gogh, to name a few of the artists. Think of Monet’s seascapes and how the sand would feel on your naked backside as I sink into you for sleepy sex at sunrise.”
    â€œIt would feel wonderful,” she said dreamily.
    â€œKeep your eyes open, sweetheart.” He nudged her head up, and grinned at the obvious effort it took for her to lift those beautiful lashes. He smoothed his palm over her belly, letting the dress cascade down her thighs and fighting the urge to keep it bunched high and run a finger through her swollen sex. “Look at the expanse of the Louvre, built originally as a palace. Today, it’s one of the largest museums in the world.”
    What he wouldn’t give to feel her melt against him. Beneath his touch. On his command. He’d circle the tiny bud of nerves and welcome the feel of her weight against his chest as he brought her pleasure. Later.
    â€œThe Louvre has exhibits from prehistoric times to the present. We won’t be visiting the museum today, so enjoy it from afar, bella . We have different plans. I’m going to take you home and ravage the world’s most delectable piece of art—your body.”
    Her moan played in his ears, and he felt her tremble. Satisfaction thrummed through him, confirming original thoughts on her basic needs. The quickest way to her heart, or her mind, was through her body.
    â€œThat’s it, sweetheart.” He grinned, then kissed behind the silver dangles framing her elegant neck. The earrings were the only jewelry she wore, and the only hint of the hippie style he so admired. “Let me hear your breath catch as you take in the Paris landmarks.” He moved his hand up her tummy and over her ribs, reveling in the heat of her skin beneath his fingers.
    â€œThe Jardin des Tuileries is the perfect place for an afternoon stroll. There are two pretty ponds inside the gardens, and with the addition of a nice blanket and a picnic basket, they’re the perfect place for making love to you.”
    â€œMarko, you’re not playing fair,” Kat groaned as she swayed rhythmically to a silent song.
    â€œWhy’s that, sweetheart?”
    â€œYou’re driving me crazy. Your touch is so distracting. I can’t concentrate on my Paris research. All I can think of is you.”