Free The Paris Affair by Kristi Lea

small step closer. “You want something simple?”
    She nodded. And gulped as desire flooded her veins and made her heartbeat erratic.
    “Simple is good.”
    Then his lips caught hers and erased all traces of logic from her brain. He kissed her hard and hungry, and she parted her lips and returned the kiss. Claire ran her hands up that sexy sweater, pressing her fingers against the hard muscles underneath. He grasped her waist and pulled her against him, almost roughly, and Claire grasped two fistfuls of the knit fabric to keep from losing her balance.
    He pivoted and pinned her with the hard length of his body against the countertop, the edge digging into the backs of her buttocks. Claire’s breasts were flattened against his chest, straining against the fluff of the robe, growing heavy.
    Helmut’s tongue probed Claire’s mouth, demanding, and she responded in kind. With a muffled groan, he wedged one leg between hers. His fingers moved impatiently across her waist, finally finding the satiny ties that kept the robe closed. He wrenched his lips from Claire’s, trailing hot kisses across her cheek to her earlobe and the hot skin of her neck.
    Claire whimpered as he nibbled gently at the spot where her neck met her collarbone. Vaguely, she realized that he still struggled with her robe ties, and she released the death grip she’d held on his sweater to help.
    She shoved his fingers aside and quickly located one dangling end of the bow. Helmut’s hands cupped her hips, and rounded her bottom. One end of the robe hung open, and Claire quickly reached inside to release the second tie.
    Helmut wasted no time slipping the robe from her shoulders, and allowing it to slide to the ground, revealing the thin flannel sleep pants and strappy camisole Claire had slept in. His fingers trailed immediately from her shoulders to her breasts, barely covered by the flimsy cotton fabric.
    Claire arched her back as he squeezed her breasts, weighing them and teasing her nipples with his thumbs. He shuffled his feet, kicking the robe out of his way. He pressed one hard thigh between hers again, and Claire eagerly spread hers.
    He was kissing her mouth again, licking and sucking her lips while the rock hard bulge of his erection ground against her pelvis. Claire gasped at the friction against her clit through the thin fabric of her pants.
    She felt hot all over, and wet. Her panties were soaked with desire and the slow rocking motion of Helmut’s hips sent ripples of pleasure washing over her. Claire wanted more of him. Now.
    She reached up and under his sweater, yanking up the T-shirt he wore underneath until she found the smooth bare skin of his belly. She traced her fingers around the edge of the waistband of his jeans, reveling in the dip and swells of his muscles. Teasingly, she slipped two fingers down beneath the denim, finding the elastic of his briefs, already bulging around the tip of his cock.
    She heard Helmut gasp as her fingers briefly skimmed the head, and she smiled in triumph. Then she slid both palms upward, across his chest and found the tiny buds of his own nipples.
    “Tease.” His voice was hoarse.
    Her exploration of his body cut short as he pulled his hips back and slid a hand down into her panties. Claire moaned as his fingers found her clit and rubbed, then slid farther. He slid one finger, and then two, into her wet folds, his palm still rubbing against her swollen bud. Claire came apart with a shatter of tiny ripples that left her breathless for more.
    She unbuttoned his jeans, and cupped the hard bulge of his erection through the heavy cotton of his underwear, reaching underneath to cup his balls.
    Claire heard a muffled word spoken against her hair, and Helmut wrenched his hips backward away from her teasing fingers. He slid his hand out of her and pulled her pants off. He lifted her hips up and settled her butt onto the cold granite countertop. She spread her legs wide.
    One hand supported her lower back while