He kisses my throat, my chest, my nipples, my mouth while I fight to breathe normally. He is still inside my body and hard as a rock, filling me completely. Tears spring to my eyes, but I’m not in pain. It never crossed my mind that sex would be this incredible. When my body stops shuddering, I look up into his eyes. They are ablaze with naked lust. I feel as if I’m drowning in him, but that’s all right. I want to.

“I didn’t know what I was missing all this time,” I whisper, shocked to my core.

“You think this happens all the time?”

I stare into his eyes. “It doesn’t?”

‘It’s never been like this for me,” he says softly.

“This must be how it’s supposed to be. I feel connected, really connected, body and soul to you.”

“You have no idea at all how damn beautiful you are, do you?”

I wriggle under him and his face changes. “God, being inside you feels so fucking amazing.”

He grinds his pelvis against my clit and my mouth opens in a gasp of surprise at the shaft of pleasure that jolts into my body even though there is a small sweet ache there. “I don’t think I can take anymore of you tonight,” I groan.

“You will take more of me, and you’ll love every second of it,” he growls.

He pummels me. Harder, deeper, grunting a little. All I can do is whisper, “Yes, I love it … it’s so good … more, more, please … yes, Tyson … yes … more …” His jaw sets firm and he stares deep into my eyes as he fans the flames of the fire he started in me. I gasp every time our bodies slam together and my gasps get louder as the tension builds and he pushes me higher and oh, my God, I come again, clawing at his shoulders, and give in to it, screaming as ecstasy rocks me to my core.

He lets go too, slamming into me until he collapses with a low growl.

“My God,” he pants against my neck. I can only whimper in response. Then the room becomes quiet. Nothing but the sound of our heavy breathing filling the dark bedroom.

* * *

I wake up suddenly, my eyes flying open. I can see from the little slit in the black-out curtains that it is already morning. How the hell did that happen? The ribbons. Charlotte.

Shit! Shit! Shit!

I move and his arm comes around me. “Where do you think you’re going, young lady?” he asks with a slow smile.

I can’t hang around. “What time is it?” I ask, rubbing my eyes before I remember about smudging my makeup. What a mess I must look.

“Almost seven.”

“Damn it! I can’t hang around. I promised Charlotte I would go pick up her ribbons.” I try to scramble out of bed, but he grabs me by the waist and pulls me back against his body. Talk about morning wood!

“Hang on,” he whispers in my ear. “Let me take you … after your morning fuck.”

“No, I don’t have time for that,” I wail, almost in a panic. Just because I found a man I won’t let Charlotte down. We’ve been planning this day for months.

He gets up on his elbow, and looks down at me, all unshaven and sexy. “All right, we’ll both get ready and I’ll take you.”

“No, you can’t,” I say gently. “This is Charlotte’s day. She’s the bride and the center of attraction. If I bring you back with me, I’ll steal the limelight from her. She’s my best friend, Tyson.”

He frowns. “So you’re just going to run out on me?”

“Uh … huh. Let’s meet after the wedding. The cake cutting will be done by 5.30 and I can disappear as soon as Charlotte has changed into her going away clothes which should be about 6.30. Wouldn’t it be terribly romantic if we meet in that cute Italian restaurant on the same street as Le Coq? I think it’s called Basilico.”

He shakes his head. “Basilico is not on the same street as Le Coq.”

“Isn’t it?”

“Nope.”

“Oh, okay, I saw a Costa on that street. Let’s meet there at 7pm, and then we’ll go to the restaurant together. We need to talk.”

“Sounds great. Off you go,” he says and slaps my butt.

I scramble out of bed and streak stark naked to the bathroom. His laughter follows me and I try not to slam the door in my frenzy. Shit, I managed to smudge mascara all over my face back there. Smooth move. Five minutes and a lot of soap and hot water later, I run out into the bedroom wrapped in a towel. He’s got out of bed and is waiting for me with my shoes in hand. He is also distractingly naked. In the morning light his cock is really, really big.

“Here you go.” He smiles, but pulls the heels back before I can grab them.

“What is it?” I ask.

“Your face.”

“Oh, what?” I touch my fingers to my freshly washed face. “I know I look horrible. You don’t have to remind me.”

He shakes his head. “You look even better without makeup on.”

“You are such a liar,” I accuse with a giggle as I grab for the shoes. “You already got me in bed, Tyson. You don’t need to lay it on so thick.”

“I mean it. Hey.” He grabs my wrist and pulls me close, knocking the wind out of me when our bodies collide. “I do mean it. You look even more beautiful with no makeup and messy hair.”

“Well … thank you,” I mumble, feeling like the world’s biggest ass for giving him a hard time.

“What will you do today?” I ask.

His smile is warm and it fills my heart. “I was supposed to fly out last night, but I met a sweet blonde who turned my head so I’m here in Paris with nothing to do.” He grins. “I have a friend who has a stable two hours from here. I’ll spend the day with him. He has a mare that I’d like to buy.”

“Right. So I’ll see you this evening.”

“Hey, before you go …”

“What?”

“Show me your ass.”

I blink hard, sure I must have misheard him. “Come again?”

He laughs, the sound warm. “I would love to, but I thought you were in a hurry.”

My cheeks burn furiously. “Very funny.”

“I mean it,” he says softly, his eyes full of determination. “Show me your ass.”

Slowly, I turn around.

“Lift your dress and bend over.”

I obey, and when I turn around he is sporting an almighty erection.

He rewards me with a sweet, lingering kiss—I’m glad I rinsed with mouthwash a few minutes ago—before releasing me.

“Damn, I really need to run.” I hurry to the door, grabbing for the purse I dropped when we got in.

“Take my number,” he says.

He calls it out and I key it into my phone and start walking towards the door.

“Give me a missed call,” he says with a smile. For a second I turn and stare into his eyes. At that time, it never even crossed my mind that we would not be together. I took for granted that we would meet and travel back to England together. How could we not be together? We were so perfect together. At that moment I was so naïve I forgot that he is not Mr. Commitment. That he fucks girls and forgets them the next day.

That he makes promises he never keeps.