The Paris Apartment (Love Nests Book 1)

by Sophia Karlson

  “The whole evening, this little spot,” he whispered against her skin, “right here,” he pressed a kiss on the tip of her shoulder, “has been driving me crazy.”

  His tongue trailed over her collarbone to her neck as his hands caressed her sides, up to her breasts, which were way too pert in that distracting little dress. He sucked gently at her skin, and with satisfaction felt the rush of goose bumps crawling down her arm, puckering her nipples into hard little pebbles against his palms.

  He shifted to look at her. She’d closed her eyes but a smile played on her lips. If he guessed right she rather enjoyed driving him somewhat crazy.

  He cupped her cheeks in both hands, letting his lips find their way to her temple and her eyes, where he kissed her closed eyelids, his touch feather-light.

  “What else drives you, um… crazy?” she murmured against his lips, as her hands circled his waist, resting on the curve of his butt. She pulled him closer.

  He kissed her softly. “You, in general.” Everything had been a blurry state of confusion since he’d walked into his apartment and found her in his bed a few nights ago.

  She laughed. “And just how do I do that?”

  He kissed her softly on the lips. “Hmm.” He smiled as he lifted his gaze to meet hers. “Let me count the ways.”

  He trapped her between his body and the door, tugged his apartment key from his trouser pocket and slipped it into its slot. “It drives me crazy that you’re here. Waiting.” He opened the door, circling his arms around her waist, pulling her into the apartment. “For me. Alone.”

  “Mere coincidence,” she murmured against his cheek. “I wouldn’t read too much into it if I were you.”

  “Maybe,” he chuckled as he closed the door. “But I’d like to read everything I want into it.” She was everything he’d wanted. Her purity and disinterest in other men… maybe he could trust her. Not once had she been into any other man in the time they’d spent together. She never looked, never stared at anyone else. There had been no admiration in her voice when Damien had stood at the doorstep, nothing afterward that hinted that she would rather be with Damien than with him.

  He kissed her again, his hands back on her butt, gently kneading before scooping her up and lifting her to his groin, her dress falling like silk over his hands. Her feet dangled and she broke out in giggles as she clasped her arms around his neck. With swift strides, he covered the distance to the bedroom.

  He didn’t put her down as he’d intended but raised her higher and she looked down at him. His cock pressed against her sex and the feeling sent a cascade of desire through his body. He was going to make her come again, so slowly this time, it would classify as torture. He stared into her eyes as he murmured, “It drives me crazy that you’re all I need.”

  The look in her eyes tugged at his heart. “You’re all I need too,” she admitted softly.

  Her words tore at him. He’d never expected to hear from any woman that he was all she needed. What Mila didn’t know was that they’d inherently admitted to two different things. She wouldn’t know, wouldn’t understand, but he felt safe with her. His heart felt safe with her. He closed his eyes, breathing, feeling the rise and drop of her chest against his as he slowly let her slip from his grip, making her stand again.

  His lifestyle had always protected him from the feelings he was developing for Mila. Now he understood how his dad loved his mother. Worse was that this feeling, this obsession, was only going to get deeper, grow stronger.

  But the worst was that, at some point, he would have to be honest with her. He would have to tell her about his past, and then this would end as abruptly as it had started.

  “Don’t,” she whispered as she stroked the tip of her nose against the line of his chin, “get that look on your face.”

  He blinked. Had she been reading his mind? “Which look?” Did he really need to know?

  “That look that tells me you don’t want this to go any further.” Her fingers got busy with his shirt’s buttons.

  He swallowed. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to go further. He was scared shitless of what was happening between them. Being such a fucking dick didn’t help. It was time he was honest with her. “Mila…”

  “I get it, James. This can’t be more. It’s not going anywhere.” She pressed a kiss on his chest. “In any case, what are we going to do, with you going all over the world and with me stuck in church or some rugby stadium?”

  “Mila—” Her words gave him a physical ache at the tip of his heart. He couldn’t think beyond anything but now.

  “Don’t—” She broke off. For a moment she looked away. She closed her eyes and swallowed. “Don’t overanalyze and think this is anything more than… what it is. We’re both adults.”

  It was his own logic and she spoke it like a pro, using it against him. Worst thing was, she was right. She was giving him every reason why they could have sex and then walk away as if nothing had happened—like he had countless times. She was saving him from the fuck-up that hung over his head, threatening to come down in a shitstorm.

  And yet, he wanted to pull her towards him, to a level of intimacy he hadn’t experienced before. “Stop telling me what I shouldn’t do.” His voice was stern and deeper than usual as he tried to get a grip. He couldn’t help it. It was as if she had the upper hand, more control in this situation where he should be the one in charge. Being in charge was the only way to walk away unscathed, but it was too late for that, wasn’t it?

  She leaned in, her lips pressing a kiss under his ear. “Then stop talking nonsense and fuck me,” she whispered. “You know how I need to be fucked.”

  Her words were like hot wax over his skin. A shock coming from her, too much, but totally arousing. Need rippled down his back, bringing his erection back in full force. “Is my good girl talking dirty now?”

  “Hmm,” she murmured softly.

  “Good girls don’t talk like that,” he reprimanded playfully, wanting to shift the conversation away from the dangerous precipice they’d been hovering at a minute ago. “That mouth of yours is going to be in serious trouble if you carry on like that, Mila.”

  She’d finished unbuttoning his shirt and let him slip it off. Her fingers ghosted over his pecs, hardening his nipples, sending waves of heated desire over his body.

  “Maybe my mouth wants to be in trouble,” she said innocently, then licked her lips. The thin layer of moisture glossed her mouth, plumping her rosy lips.

  The desire to have her go down on him had been vivid and topmost in his mind since he’d seen those lips days ago. He groaned. “You’re driving me crazy.”

  She tugged at his belt and slipped the leather from the buckle. She shot him a small smile. “You were still counting the ways.”

  She kissed his collarbone and trailed her lips over his chest, then closed her mouth over his nipple and sucked, extracting a desperate moan from him. If she started like this, he was going to be a mess in minutes. He gripped his fingers into her hair at the nape of her neck, guiding her head lower, making sure she understood where he needed this to go.

  Already she was at the button of his trousers. “Have you done this before?”

  Her hands stilled. She straightened as a blush stole over her cheeks. “No.”

  Sweet Jesus. He should have known. He would be the first man to claim her mouth. He dug his fingers deeper into her hair and brought her back to him. She opened for him in a deep kiss that made his cock squirm against the cramped space in his trousers. If she gave head the way she kissed, he was going to be a goner.

  chapter 27

  Mila was lost in his kiss, but after a minute pulled away as her thoughts returned to his erection that teased her stomach. Her hands, which had rested on his chest, stroked over his six-pack and her fingertips brushed against the strip of hair that graced his lower abdomen.

  Her fingers
trembled but she worked at his trouser button. His gaze rested on her as he gently stroked her hair from her face and gathered it in a makeshift ponytail with his fingers.

  “You don’t need to do this if you don’t want to.” His voice was gruff but thick with desire.

  “Too many don’ts,” she whispered as she caught his gaze with hers. He was considerate, not pushing her into anything she didn’t want. Had he no idea that this was what she wanted—to please him above anything else?

  His hands slipped to her naked shoulders and down her bare arms in a touch that was so caring that she wanted to lean into him, force him to hold her and never let her go.

  She’d been so condescending earlier, telling him that they were both adults in this situation. That she wanted nothing more than this moment of intense intimacy. But walking away as if nothing had happened… he seemed to be fooled, but her heart was bleeding.

  She looked down, scared that he would read her thoughts in her eyes. She unzipped his trousers, and his erect penis jutted out above the rim of his jocks.

  He clasped her arms tighter but then let go, fiddling with the zip on the side of her dress. “Take it off,” he whispered.

  She obliged, lowering the dress and stepping out of it. And then his hands were on her, cupping her naked breasts, stroking them with reverence, letting her nipples pop into hard buds under his touch and gaze.

  “Beautiful,” he murmured and his hands caressed her lower, to the rim of her standard white panties, which he traced with slow fingers. “Perfect.”

  Heat flushed her face. “It’s nothing fancy.”

  “It’s fucking sexy.” His gaze bore into hers and her face burned. “Stop doubting yourself, Mila,” he murmured as he raised a hand to stroke her cheek.

  He looked worried and maybe he had the right to be. She wanted to go back to shower 101 because she needed his guidance.

  She nodded and lowered herself to her knees, eye-level with his cock, which was still gift wrapped in too many layers of fabric. Her mouth went dry and she had to swallow at a scratch in her throat as she worked his trousers and jocks down his legs. He stepped out and kicked the clothes to the side.

  As her gaze traveled up his legs, she tried not to be dazed by the muscles in his thighs, but when she got higher her breathing stalled. His cock was jutting upwards, tight, and was glistening at the tip with moisture. She looked higher, to his face, as her hands edged up to level with his cock. “That’s a massive amount of trouble coming my way.”

  “Nothing you can’t handle.” His eyes were dark and his jaw twitched as he ground down on his teeth. “Just take it slow, soft.” Her pulse sped up at his words, her body flushed with anticipation.

  With one hand on her head, he steadied her and his cock twitched, raising a notch. He gripped it in his hand, offering it to her. She opened her mouth and closed her lips over the tip, tightening around him. She tasted him on her tongue. Salty and with an intense flavor of man that took hold of her taste buds.

  He released a heavy groan and let go of his cock, allowing her mouth to travel the silken length of his shaft. She moved back and forth, intensely aware of his reaction to each movement. When she took him deeper, sucking slightly, he exhaled a slow fuuuuck, making her innards contract with desire. His grip on her head tightened, guiding her. His breathing grew heavier with each slow thrust that penetrated her deeper and deeper. His hips started to roll in her direction, driving her to take him so deep his tip brushed against the back of her throat. It was a slow, soft contact, but her throat closed up at the intrusion. For a moment she thought she would gag, but she closed tighter over him, paused and swallowed with him still filling her mouth.

  “Mila,” he grunted. “Good girl.” He pushed deeper and the pressure on her throat slipped down her spine, to settle in her sex, the last place where she’d expected it. The sensation in her pussy urged her on and she kept going, extracting soft groans from him each time her lips rode up his cock. She tasted small gushes of his pre-cum on her tongue and let it slip down her throat. Having him like this was so intimate, pleasing him so empowering. She wanted him rougher and as far as he could go.

  She tightened her lips again and took a long pull back to the tip. A tortured chuckle broke from his lips and his hand let go of her head. He pulled his cock from her mouth and she stared up at him, flustered, only to catch him studying her with drowsy, desire-drenched eyes.

  “I knew those lips were magic,” he murmured. He cupped her cheek in his hand, tugging a wisp of hair from the corner of her mouth with his thumb.

  “You liked it?” She was begging for his affirmation.

  He bent over to take hold of her shoulders, urging her up with a gentle tug.

  “I loved it.” He held out a hand for her.

  Hesitantly she put her hand in his and rose to her feet. Why had he stopped then? Hadn’t it been good enough?

  “Sweet Mila. I could fuck that mouth all day long.” He brushed her lips with his thumb, sliding it over the moisture that still lingered on her mouth. “I want to fuck your mouth all day long.” He groaned, a sound that hovered between a nervous laugh and a contented sigh. “But what I want more than anything else, is this.” He wrapped her in his arms and kissed her, with such tenderness her knees turned weak.

  When he lowered her to the bed she threaded her fingers through his hair, a dance of joy racing through her heart. He was here with her, kissing her as if he owned her, wanting it more than anything else.

  Their legs tangled as they kissed and after a long moment he groaned and urged her onto her back. Her legs splayed open, giving him space to settle. His cock nestled on her already-drenched sex, and she arched against it gently, relishing the sweet torment of each movement as she split open, her clit exposed against the fabric of her knickers.

  “I’m going to have to slow you down,” he murmured, but he was lazy to shift away from her mouth, his kisses lingering on her chin, running down the edge of her jaw and lower, down the column of her neck. His kisses made her core tremble, his hands on her skin were setting her alight, every nerve in her body responding to his touch.

  He raised onto his arms, pinning her between them and breaking the connection of her sex against his. He dropped his head to her breasts, which he suckled slowly, stirring up the embers in her core, which never seem to go out when Mila was around him. The attention he paid to every part of her body made her wilt with desire, weakened to such an extent that she was willing to do anything he asked of her as long as he didn’t stop. Already she felt that build-up of tension in her pussy, which he knew so well how to release.

  He straightened then, kneeling between her legs, his penis large and prodding the air, bare and begging with his pre-cum glistening in the last light.

  “Let me…” She closed her eyes, the flush of heat rushing over her body before it settled in her cheeks. She was begging. “Let me taste you again.” She rose on her elbows, catching his gaze. She wanted to shift to accommodate him, but his hands on her chest stopped her and she dropped back.

  “Not yet, Mila.” A small smile played at the corners of his mouth. He ran his hands between the valley of her breasts, to her stomach and the apex of her thighs. “Close your eyes,” he instructed, “And don’t interfere.”

  She swallowed as his words sunk in but did as she was told and allowed him to guide her hands to rest above her head. Oh Lord, she’d been here before.

  His hands retraced their route down her chest and settled on her hips, his thumbs idly tracing circles on her pelvic bone, slipping slightly lower with each turn.

  The pressure was divine and she moaned as he slowed on a downward sweep, which ran down and into her core, building the erotic sensation in her clit.

  “James,” she whispered as she arched her back, every nerve in her body zapping sensations to her sex.

  “Just slowing you down, Mila,” he murmu
red, but he didn’t stop his ministrations. When, after a minute, he traced his thumbs even lower, to slip in under her panties, she gasped. He glided his thumbs down the lips of her sex, and then gently slipped them into her opening, together, into her tight center.

  “This isn’t slowing me down,” she moaned, already feeling that certain tightness in her sex, which was only going to end one way.

  “Not yet, Mila,” he warned as he extracted his thumbs and tugged at her panties. When he got them off he tossed them to the floor and leaned over her to reach for a condom. As his body hovered over hers his cock rubbed over her stomach, and she reached for it, running her fingers over his firmly-strung balls and up the silk of his shaft.

  “My sweet little cock tease,” he murmured and lowered to kiss her, taking his time. She didn’t let go, but closed her fingers around his cock, riding up and down until he groaned.

  He pulled away and straightened to put on the condom. The last of the dusk light fell on his face and etched out each contour of his muscular chest. When his gaze met hers there was a warmth in his eyes she hadn’t seen before. “My turn to do some teasing,” he murmured as he lowered back on one arm, settling his cock at her entrance.

  He dipped, only the tip, and slid out, and let his cock slide up to her clit and back, sinking into her pussy again. Each movement was the merest tease of the fullness that he promised, once he’d penetrated her completely. Still, he held back with control, and every nerve ending at her tight entrance was heaving with anticipation for him to plunge deeper.

  The tension was tightening and she wanted to squirm, arch and push her hips up to him so that he could penetrate her, fuck her hard as her whole body wanted him to do. “James… Please.”