She steps back like she wants to run and I want to chase.
I definitely want to chase her.
“What do you mean real?” Her arms cross defensively giving me side eye. I’d been around the block enough to know that look.
Is she kidding me?
I get up and follow her until I’m the one leaning in close. Her loose workout shirt slips over her shoulder exposing skin that looks delicious bare. My fingers trail a path over the sharp jut of bone. I let my mouth hover next to her ear close enough that my tongue sneaks a taste of her lobe as I speak softly challenging her, throwing down the gauntlet.
“What I mean Piper is that you give up the sexy time.” I groan. Sexy time? Really? Usually, my English is flawless, but occasionally I say things I shouldn’t translating in my head no matter how long I’ve been here.
I clear my throat trying again. “We continue with marital relations.” Stopping while I’m ahead is a good idea, too bad I don’t follow it. Right now I don’t care how stupid I sound.
“Marital relations?” Her prominent eyebrows arch and I roll my eyes knowing how uncouth I sound. Maybe I should care how I sound? I might have actually blown this whole idea to hell and back before we said I do.
“Piper, I want you. I couldn’t live in the same space as you like a monk just waiting for a divorce.” My hips angle toward her testing her reaction. I don’t even believe in divorce but I don’t feel like having that fight when the rings haven’t been bought yet.
She pants leaning into me, her body melting against mine and I think I’m done for. Her hair shifts and kicks up that floral scent hardening my dick instantly. I grind into her as her small nails pinch the skin of my biceps. I like the sting of pain her hands bring against my body.
“D-dr. Lazare.”
“Milo. We’d be a heck of a lot more familiar than this.”
“D-dr. Milo.”
“Come on Piper, I can’t have my American wife telling tales that I don’t satisfy her–” I kiss the spot under her ear lobe letting my lips press gently teasing the skin, “every need in bed.”
She moans tilting her head back exposing the pale skin of her neck for my taking. I wonder if she will come from words alone. It’s an experiment I’d like to explore further another time as crazy as that sounds.
I nip her neck, my teeth grazing the skin. “Even my home country would repudiate me.” The room feels about twenty degrees warmer and I would love to toss my jacket to the floor and tug her shirt off her shoulder trapping her arms against her and out of my way so I can kiss and suck at her skin.
“You have a dirty mouth doctor.”
“You have no idea.” Pushing her back, her eyes widen, pupils dilate. She licks her lips and I think that maybe, just maybe she wants this as much as I do. I mean, why she would come here and offer herself up to me on a silver platter thinking this wouldn’t go anywhere sexually? I couldn’t marry a woman and do my own thing as she suggested. That would feel like cheating and I took marriage vows seriously.
Celibacy.
I snorted.
“You want my mouth all over you. Admit it. I can see your pulse beat under your collarbone.” I touch her skin lightly, it’s soft as I run a fingertip under the thin strap of her sports bra tugging on it. She shudders. I like the way she fills out her gym clothes with subtle curves.
“Milo.” I kiss everywhere but her mouth. I’m saving that for later when I have time to dive deeper.
“I wish I could strip you bare.”
“Right now? Why?” She squeaks.
“Because the pretty flush on your cheeks must cover your breasts under this shirt indicating a distinct change in blood flow to your more erogenous zones. Call me inquisitive.”
“You’re ridiculous.” Her breathy voice oozes desire.
I chuckle. “Who came to whose office with an outrageous idea to get married?”
“That’s unfair.”
“So would be denying the attraction we feel toward each other, no?” I ask.
“That’s blackmail.”