Frenched

by Harlow, Melanie

  When I was dry, I rubbed my entire body with lotion and blow dried my hair. Praying he wouldn’t get home early, I set it in some large Velcro rollers for a little lift and went into the bedroom to dress.

  Not that I’d be wearing much to answer his knock.

  From my suitcase, which I’d set on the bench under the window, I pulled my Aubade lingerie. I slid the panties up my legs and checked my reflection in the mirror. Black and lacy, they sat like tight boy shorts on my hips but were actually a thong in the back. I turned around to check out my ass and grinned when I thought about Lucas’s reaction to it. Then I slipped my arms into the bra and reached behind me to clasp it. Cups trimmed with white lace tied together between my breasts, and I imagined Lucas unraveling the little black satin bow.

  With his teeth.

  In the bathroom, I put on the barest of makeup—a little concealer, some eyeliner, and mascara. Skipping the lip liner altogether, I filled in my lips with coconut lip balm and rubbed them together. After pulling the rollers from my hair, I tipped my head forward and messed it up. I wanted to look a little like I’d just come from bed, even though that’s exactly where I hoped I was headed. I lit the candles on the coffee table and found a few extra ones in a kitchen cupboard, which I placed on the nightstands in the bedroom.

  There. Mood set.

  I was just pulling on my black heels when I heard the knock. With one last look in the mirror, I turned off all the lights and headed for the door.

  “Yes?” I called before opening it. Best to make sure it was really him before opening the door in lingerie and heels.

  “It’s me.”

  It’s you.

  I turned the lock and opened the door. “Hi, you.”

  His jaw dropped. “Oh my God.”

  After a moment of stunned silence, he came at me, kicking the door shut behind him. I laughed as he swept me off my feet and carried me like a baby straight for the couch, where he lay me down on my back and stood up. “Jesus Christ. Let me look at you.”

  I propped myself on my elbows and bent my knees, widening them a little, enjoying the way his chest heaved inside his shirt as his eyes traveled slowly down my body and back up again.

  “Fuck,” he breathed. “I have never seen anything like you in all my life. I could look at you all night.”

  I grinned. “No, you couldn’t.”

  He groaned. “You’re right. I couldn’t.”

  I reached out and stroked him through his pants. He was already hard. “And I wouldn’t want you to.”

  “Ah.” He grabbed my wrist. “That feels so fucking good, but I want to talk for a minute.”

  I sat up, swinging my feet to the floor and bringing my other hand to his zipper. “Let’s talk later.”

  He groaned again. “You’re killing me. Just wait one minute.” He took both my hands in his and pulled me to my feet. “I want to tell you something.”

  “Lucas, it’s OK.” I slipped my hands around his waist. “I’m not asking you to say anything, to make any promises. I just want to be with you.” I tipped my chin up and kissed his lips.

  “Mia. I want to make you a promise right now. Listen.” He put one hand to my face. “I realized a lot of things this afternoon when I thought I might never see you again.”

  “Like what?” I asked, resting my cheek in the palm of his hand.

  “Like I’m in love with you. And I can’t let you get away. And I’m a fool to tell you I’ll never do something when I have no idea what the future holds. I changed my mind. Anything is possible for us.”

  My entire body vibrated with happy energy at his words. I nodded. “Anything is possible.”

  Our lips came together and I welcomed his tongue into my mouth, slipping my hands beneath his shirt. His skin was hot, and I couldn’t wait feel it everywhere on me.

  “Mmmm, wait,” he said when I tried to lift his shirt off. “I’m not done looking at you.”

  He walked me backward until my legs hit the couch and I sat down, looking up at him through my lashes. “What is it you’d like to see?”

  “All kinds of things.” His eyes raked over me again. “Fuck, you’re hot. Do you really have to leave in three days? How am I going to get enough of you before then?”

  I sat up and bracketed his legs with my knees, moving to the edge of the couch. This time he let me undo his pants. “I don’t know. But I’m looking forward to watching you try. Want to watch me?”

  “You know I do.” He sucked in his breath as I took his cock into my mouth, an inch at a time. I used my hands and lips and tongue just the way he liked, and gasped when he put his hands in my hair.

  “Yes, pull it,” I whispered, licking him from base to tip, then spiraling my tongue over his smooth pink head. He grasped two fistfuls of my hair and pulled tight, and I dug my fingers into his hips and yanked him into me, deep, right to the back of my throat.

  He groaned and held my head where he wanted it, thrusting into my mouth, and I loved the way he took control. I could feel myself getting hotter and wetter and more turned on with every push between my lips.

  Suddenly he pulled all the way out and shoved my shoulders back. “I have to taste you. Now.” He dropped to his knees on the floor in front of me and yanked me toward him so my ass hung off the edge of the couch. I reached behind me to grab the back of it, crying out at the first stroke of his tongue against the lace panties.

  “Don’t you want to take them off?” I asked between pants.

  “No.” His fingers gripped my thighs as his mouth worked me through the lace until I could feel how soaked they were. Then he pulled them aside and flattened his tongue on my clit, pressing hard before sliding it in a slow circle. My eyes nearly popped out of my head watching him devour me in the candlelight.

  “Oh my God,” I moaned, reaching down to slide one hand into his hair.

  He looked at me, but I could only hold his gaze for about five seconds until my head dropped back and my eyes closed in utter ecstasy.

  “Yes,” he breathed. “Come for me. I want to watch you.” He reached up and untied the bow between my breasts, and the bra fell open. “Touch yourself.”

  I moved my hand to one breast, squeezing it before twisting the hard, tingling nipple between my fingers.

  Moaning, Lucas slid two fingers into me and flicked my clit with the tip of his tongue before sucking on it hungrily. My body moved of its own accord, my hips rocking against his fingers and my hand pulling his mouth into my core. I opened my eyes again, desperately wanting to see myself come undone at his mouth.

  “You want to watch me?” I whispered, the fire rising inside me. “Watch me now. Watch me come. Lucas, oh my God!” I cried as the climax rocketed through me. My feet came off the ground, knees toward my chest, toes pointed in my high heels.

  The moment the pulsing bliss subsided Lucas pulled me to my feet and dragged me over to the wall between the windows. My legs were so weak I could barely stand, and I fell forward, bracing myself with both elbows. He stood behind me, and in my heels I was the perfect height.

  “Spread your pretty legs.” His breath was hot on my shoulder.

  I did as he asked, and he moved my thong aside, teasing me with the tip of his cock at my entrance. I arched my back, desperate for him to plunge into me, but he loved to make me beg.

  “You want my cock?” he asked, giving me one more inch.

  “Yes,” I panted. “I want it.”

  “Say please.” Another agonizing inch.

  “Please. Fuck me, I want it now.” I looked over my shoulder, and maybe it was seeing my face that finally made him give in, but he gave up his teasing and shoved into me, deep and hard.

  I almost laughed it felt so fucking good. My mouth fell wide open as he gripped my hips and pulled me back against his thrusts. “Yes, like that,” I said. “I love the way you fuck me.”

  “Oh my God, I can’t even last,” Lucas moaned.

  “Good.” I arched my back even more, sticking my ass out
and bringing my feet together to make myself even tighter and wetter for him.

  He must have liked it because two seconds later he cursed and squeezed my hips harder with his fingers, yanking me back as he throbbed inside me. I pushed against the wall and closed my eyes, reveling in the feel of his release inside me.

  When it was over, he reached up and pulled my upper body to his, an arm across my chest. “I love you.” His lips rested on my shoulder. “Oh my God, I love you. I never expected this to happen.”

  I hugged his arm to me and smiled. “Me neither. But someone once told me Paris was magical. I guess she was right.”

  Dear Mia,

  Unless you cheated and peeked, you’re reading this on the airplane. I know you’re nervous about the flight, but don’t worry. Everything is going to be fine. (God, my handwriting is really bad. Sorry. If I’d known how bad it would be, I might have typed this or something. But anyway.)

  I wanted to tell you how much this entire week with you has meant to me. No seven days have ever felt so short, and yet they made me feel as if I’ve known you for much longer. Time is a strange thing when you’re in love.

  And I love you. So much.

  I promise I will be back in the US within a month or so. As soon as I’m in New York, we will make plans to see each other—if you don’t want to fly to see me, I will be on the first plane to Detroit. I cannot wait to hold you again. Please call me as soon as you’re home to let me know you’ve arrived safely.

  And now, since I know how much you love lists and you’re feeling a little tense right now, I thought I’d write my own list for you. I hope it makes you smile.

  5 Things I Will Never Forget About This Week

  1) The moment you burst into the bar the night we met, looking gorgeous and insane in equal measure. I think I loved you then.

  2) The way your eyes lit up when I told you the story of Abelard and Heloise, and the sweet sound of your voice when you read the letters out loud at the villa. I keep hearing this in my head: “God knows I never sought anything in you except yourself; I wanted simply you, nothing of yours.”

  3) The first time I kissed you, standing on the street corner on Quatre Vents—I’ll walk by that spot every day and think of you.

  4) The shower... I knew I loved you then.

  5) Watching you sleep next to me the first night you stayed over and thinking how happy I would be waking up to you every morning.

  You know what? I can’t do this in five things. Because every moment with you was unforgettable, and everything about you is burned in my brain—your face, your hair, your skin, your laugh, your smile, your eyes, your hands, your lips, your legs, your smell, your taste—oh God, your taste. I’ll think about all of it every single day.

  Sometimes I think about how you almost didn’t come to Paris.

  Thank you so much for taking a chance.

  All my love,

  Lucas

  Thank you so much for reading Frenched. I’m truly grateful for your purchase, as I know there are many amazing books and authors out there.

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  Cheers,

  Melanie

  This book would not have been possible without the love and support of my husband. Merci, merci, merci. You endured many frozen meals, nervous meltdowns, and nights with me driven to distraction. I’m so lucky to have you. Let’s go to Paris again!

  Thank you to Tom Barnes for providing me with a cover I adore and tolerating my anxiety. You’re awesome. Thanks Cait Greer for formatting assistance.

  A million thanks to Angie Owens for her eagle eye and speed reading—I am beyond grateful.

  To Team Harlow—I adore you! Thanks for being a part of my journey. To the ladies at AtoMR and all the bloggers who do so much to help authors, thank you so much for everything. You are amazing.

  To the Wrahm Society, thanks for always being there to make me laugh, cry, think, and swoon. I want to hug every single one of you. So glad we found each other! (Estes Park, look out…)

  To M. Pierce, for the kindness you’ve shown me.

  I’m so glad we are friends.

  To Laurelin Paige, for helping me make Frenched so much better in every way. I have feelings, I swear.

  To Gennifer Albin, for inspiring me from day one. Thanks for the hard words.

  To Bethany Hagen, whose brain I would like to eat and body I’d like to inhabit. At least for a day.

  To Tamara, for editing, table-flipping, and unwavering confidence. You’re so beautiful.

  To Kayti, for endless enthusiasm, Snow selfies, and a million laughs. You get me, sister. That’s no small thing.

  I love you all.

  “Hot gangsters, illegal nightclubs, a foul-mouthed daughter of a bootlegger, and scorching sex scenes... This book captured me from page one.” —Laurelin Paige, bestselling author of Fixed on You

  “This was an incredible story packed with excitement, laced with prohibition-era ambience, a strong female heroine and swoon worthy gangsters. I could not put it down. You will not regret picking up this impeccably written book.” —Seeking Book Boyfriends Blog

  “I thought there was NO WAY Harlow could write scenes hotter than she did in Speak Easy. I WAS WRONG!” —Tamara Mataya, author of The Best Laid Plans

  “I will never pass up Historical Romance novels again. Because if half of them are as difficult to put down as these, I’m hooked. Melanie Harlow is on her way to becoming one of my absolute favorite authors. She can make me forget that I’m even reading a book.” —Biblio Belles Book Blog

  Melanie Harlow likes her martinis dry, her lipstick red, and her history with the naughty bits left in. She’s the author of the Speak Easy historical series as well as Frenched, the first novel in a sexy contemporary romance series. Find her sipping cocktails at posh places in Detroit or online…

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  Table of Contents

  Title

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Letter from Lucas

  Author's Note

  Acknowledgements

  About the Author