“Such a gentleman.” Her words ring in my ears. If only she knew that I need to calm the fuck down so I don’t jump her as soon as we enter her room. I adjust my cock, trying to bring some much-needed control back into my body. Watching her ass as she climbs the stairs isn’t helping.

I should not be doing this. She is an angel of light, and I’m a harbinger of death. She should be with someone of her caliber, not a nobody gym owner. She’s a supermodel for God’s sake. With an even more beautiful heart.

These thoughts deflate my cock to half-mast. But not my desire to have her, which is all-consuming. She was so responsive to me back on the beach. And her scent—now a musky lavender—has taken up residence inside my body and won’t let go. As soon as I smelled her arousal, I knew I was a goner.

She clears the last landing and waits for me. Which means we will be in her suite inside of two minutes. My cock swells again. Fuck.

I place the keycard onto the security panel and it unlocks. When we enter the deserted hallway, I bury my rationalizations and succumb to the overwhelming need I’ve felt for this woman since we met. Nothing will keep us apart tonight.

At her room’s door, she stops to allow me to open it. After she enters, I offer her one last out before I cross the threshold. “Ems, once I go through this door, that’s it. I’m not going to be able to stop until I’ve had you so many times you might never walk the runway again.”

A shiver runs through her entire body. “Dieu. By all means, entres.” She holds the door open.

Her accent is my final undoing. I walk into the room and close the door, my eyes never leaving hers. They are dilated. For me.

I scan the suite, noting the bedroom. I want her as out of her mind with lust for me as I am for her. I’m so turned on, though, I have to bring her up to speed quickly. I grab her hand and pull, turning so that her back is against the door.

Bracketing her body with mine, I grab both of her arms and bring them above her head, holding them in place with my own. My lips crash down on hers, hotter, deeper than ever before. Her tongue tangles with mine, short-circuiting whatever synapses are left in my brain.

I switch both of her hands into my left hand and run my right downward. Once I reach her tit, I clamp down and squeeze. Although not large, it fits perfectly in my hand.

“Oh,” she says on a moan.

I like that sound. I want to hear it over and over and over. Against hers, my lips tick upward and I break our kiss to nuzzle the soft spot between her neck and shoulder. I’m rewarded with another soft moan.

Leaving her tit, my hand makes its way to her hip and I start to bunch the fabric of her skirt until I have it entirely in my hand. She tries to pull her hands away from my restraining one, but I don’t let her. No. I need to stay in control.

“Wrap your leg around my waist, Ems.”

Her response is instant. I push my torso against her open thighs, my hard cock pushing forward against denim. Dropping the fabric, I let my hand explore her pussy again. “So wet for me.”

“Oui.” She pushes against my hand. “I want you inside of me.”

Her words are my final undoing. Somehow I manage a chuckle. “You’ll have me.”

I release her other arm and grab her by the ass. She understands my non-verbal cue and wraps her other leg around me. Turning as one, I walk over and hesitate at the sofa. No. Not our first time. I continue to the doorway that contains her bed, all the while kissing her neck, her cheeks, biting her earlobes. For her part, her lips rain kisses across my jaw while her hands hold around my neck.

Letting go of her ass with one hand, causing both her legs to constrict around my waist, I open the door and stride into the bedroom. I deposit her on the oversized mattress. It’s king-sized. Good.

I stand between her legs and bend so that my hands land on either side of her hips, my face inches from hers. My tongue reaches out and licks her full bottom lip, then traps it between my teeth, garnering another moan from her.

Her hands land on my belt and she undoes it again, turning her attention to my fly. When she opens it, I stand and let my jeans fall to the floor and toe off my sandals. My cock points at what it wants from behind my briefs. When Ems licks her lip—the very one I just bit—it jumps. Sultry eyes raise to mine and a smile I’ve never seen from her transforms her face. It’s the most seductive look known to mankind. I never want her to look like this for a camera.

I grip her jaw in my hand, rubbing my finger over her cheek. “This look is only for me.”

“For you,” she repeats. She reaches out for the waistband of my briefs, but I shake my head.

“You’re still able to talk, Ems. You don’t get this.” I rock my hips. “Yet.”

Her intake of breath sings down my spine. Reaching behind her, I’m careful not to let my chest come into contact with hers as I need to hang onto a thread of control. My fingers reach the zipper and pull, each tick of its descent ratcheting up the charge within the room. It ends right above her ass. Taking an inhale of musky lavender, I slide the top of it over her arms, leaving her naked from the waist up.

“No bra.”

She shakes her head. Good—she’s losing her words. I trace her pink nipples with my fingers, relishing the way her body arches for me. When I’ve teased her enough, my mouth covers each of her pink nipples in turn, both of which are as hard as my cock in their own way.

Her hands, once again, are at my waist. They come around and cup my cock over my underwear, running her finger over my head. My balls tighten, blood rushing through my body demanding attention. I step back.

Fixing her with a steady gaze, I instruct, “Let me see all of you.”

Her hands fall from my body to hers and she practically rips the dress over her hips, stripping her panties with it. Opening and closing my hand, I urge, “Give me your thong.”

She opens her mouth but only a moan comes out, and she deposits her dress on the floor, the black lacy underwear in my open palm. My fist covers the wet slip of fabric, which I rub over my underwear-covered cock before tossing it on top of my jeans. Ems is naked. Her perfect body is open to my gaze, my touch, my body. My breath catches in my throat as my conscience rears its ugly head.

Stop, Wills. What the fuck are you doing? You’ll only end up hurting her—or worse.

“Wills,” her breathy French accent cuts through the voices in my head, effectively silencing them. At least for now.

Wearing my shirt and briefs, I admire what’s being offered to me. “Scoot back.”

While she wriggles until her head is on the pillow, I grab condoms from my jeans’ pocket and toss them onto the bed. When she reaches her destination, wide-eyes meet mine. The green is so dark, they almost blend into the pupils. Placing a knee onto the mattress, I stalk upward until I reach her feet. I pull her ankles apart and continue my ascent.

Her lavender scent makes my mouth water. Stopping when I reach the headboard, I dip my head and kiss her lips. When she moans, I make my way down her body until I position myself where I’ve wanted to be for hours.

Days.

Years.

I lick her pussy where my fingers were on the hammock. Her hips shift under my ministrations, her head moving from side to side.

“Feel good?”

“So much. Mon Dieu.”

She’s speaking half in English, half in French. She’s half there. I lick her clit, run my teeth over the tight little bud. Her body tenses, telling me she’s near. Blowing a kiss onto her pussy, I renew my efforts, this time with my finger inside her. Her legs clamp around my head. Pulling back a fraction, I meet her eyes and put the flat of my tongue on her clit.

She screams, “I am coming!”

Her whole face transforms with her bliss, another snapshot I’ve never seen. She claws at the sheets as I curl my finger inside her wet tunnel and prolong her climax.

While she’s gasping for air, I shred my t-shirt in an effort to get it over my head. My briefs leave my body and I reach for a foil packet. I don’t let her recover her breath before I rip open the condom and roll it over my straining cock. Within seconds, I rub my tip over her pussy. Hot. Wet. Perfect. Just like her.

“I want to see your expression when I enter you the first time.”

Under me, she moans and holds my gaze as her hand encircles my cock, halting my progress. Her mouth forms a perfect circle while she strokes me, still poised at her opening. Once, twice, she pumps my condom-covered cock. The sensation drives me to distraction and I remove her hand. With one single stroke, I thrust into her tight body.

Ems bites her lip and closes her eyes as I hold myself still inside her, my body demanding to thrust. I resist, watching her, waiting to know she’s ready. Ricocheting through the room, my harsh breathing marks the time until her heavy lids open.

Grinning, she strokes my cheek. “Oh, Wills,” she says, rocking her hips into mine.

All of my restraint breaks over me in a tidal wave of passion. My lips crash down on hers as my hips thrust in and pull back. I work my hips in a circle and her head falls back, so I take her nipple instead. Our dance continues, sweat covering both of our bodies. Her breath comes in pants, her cheeks flush a pink that matches her nipples.

Her inner walls squeeze my cock, signaling she is almost ready to come for me again. I pump into her faster. “God, Ems. Yes.”

She falls apart under me, screaming my name. It’s the most beautiful sound on earth. I wrap my arms behind her back and hold her closer to me as I thrust one final time. My cock explodes within her, taking all of my breath with it. White-hot brilliance blazes before my dazed eyes and I collapse onto her, careful to place most of my weight onto my arms. We remain locked together, gasping for air.

Pulling back, I nudge wet hair away from her face. “That was” words fail me.

“Magnifique,” she supplies.

A smile dances on my lips and I tip my forehead to hers. For the first time in a long time, I’m at ease in my bones. All because of the angel in the bed.