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Jamie strode into the bedroom, placed his hands under my armpits and lifted me clean off the floor until his arms were above his shoulder height. He smiled up at me and pulled me into his body, before planting a desperate kiss on me. Immediately my legs wrapped around his waist and my body sagged against his as we lost control again.
Finding strength, I never knew I’d possessed, I broke the kiss and began pushing him away.
“As much as I’d love to spend the next four days in bed, you said we had stuff planned and it’s dark outside already,” I reminded him. Turning my head, I glanced out of the window at the night sky.
Reluctantly, he slid me slowly down his body, past the hard bulge in his jeans and took a step back but reached out and snagged my hand again.
“I’m not sorry to say that I’d prefer to spend all of my spare time inside your delicious body,” he said with a smile.
“I know and as enticing as that sounds, I think we’d get arrested if we went to the Louvre conjoined in that way. I mean, we’d hardly pass for twins,” I agreed with a grin.
“Right, Paris it is. But as beautiful as it is, I hate the thought of sharing my girl with it.”
“Nonsense. Show me a rock star that hasn’t had a threesome or another,” I quipped before I’d really thought about what I was saying, and then narrowed my eyes at Jamie.
The speed with which he averted his gaze told me more than I’d cared to know, but I accepted the flippant comment I’d made was on me. He was a rock star and had lived a life of excess before he’d known me. And as weird as it felt to have thoughts about that, I was completely resigned to that fact. That’s who he was, not how he’d been since I’d gotten to know him, and he’d given me no cause to doubt that according to him, I was enough.
I felt delighted when Jamie suggested we walk to the Eiffel Tower. I was more than happy to do this as snow had fallen and it had reminded us both about the day we met. It wasn’t often we got snow in Ireland, not big clumps of snowflakes like there were that night in Paris, at any rate. It was still early, barely 4:00 p.m. but the rush hour streets had already cleared because of the heavy snowfall.
“This is my idea of Heaven,” Jamie remarked as he peered at me over the scarf that hid half of his face.
I knew he meant that feeling of anonymity he craved. I peeped out from my huge hood to look at him and knew I was right, with both of us bundled up warm against the cold weather I wouldn’t have recognized him either.
“I love the snow,” I gushed, sounding childlike.
“Me too, we need to go to Vermont. A few of my friends have cabins there and unlike men exaggerating about the size of their cocks, there really is some impressive inches of snow up there.”
I chuckled “And of course you’ve never exaggerated about your size, right?”
“Not even as a kid. Mine was the size of your little pinkie before I started kindergarten.”
I laughed aloud; the sound echoing through the narrow streets. “Even then, eh?”
“Yep, when most looked like dried up worms, mine was impressive, even then.”
“You’re hysterical,” I teased, laughing.
“No, the other boys were when they saw the size of mine,” he suggested, wiggling his brows.
“So, do you want to talk about anything else, apart from size?”
“Yeah, I do,” he replied, smiling. “I’ve got some time off toward the end of March. What say we make that date for Vermont?”
“Well, there’s Easter…” I began. “That’s a busy time too.”
“And I already expected that would be your reply. Hence the last week in March.”
“I can’t do a whole we—” I stopped from finishing my sentence of ‘an entire week’.
So far in our relationship, I’d been the lucky one. Jamie had made all the running and given us the time to help the relationship grow. “I’ll ask Darragh if he’s free to fill in for me then.” The smile he rewarded me with made me decide I’d move hell or high water to make that time for him. Darragh Reilly was the manager we’d found when I’d gone to New York and who’d stepped in at Christmas and again on New Year’s Eve to help me make time for Jamie.
Suddenly he stopped, as did the snow. Taking both of my hands, he grinned. “Look up,” he ordered.
Tipping my head back inside my huge coat hood, I’d been so engrossed in our conversation I hadn’t realized where we were. Glittering high above us was the majestic Eiffel Tower, the symbol of France and all things romance, and the sight of it took my breath away.
“Oh, Jamie, it’s amazing,” I gushed, standing near the roadside as a tour bus rode slowly and silently drove over the snow covered asphalt in my peripheral vision.
“I have to admit, it gives the Statue of Liberty a run for its money,” he replied.
