Then don’t. He kissed her, and he lost himself in the wet heat of her mouth, the urgency of her grip. And, suddenly, it grew too much, the emotion too big, and he bent his knees, grabbed her ass, and lifted her, pressing her against the wall. “Don’t leave.” He kissed her earlobe. “I want us.” Licking down to her neck, he sucked the tender curve. “Rosie, you’re the one for me.” He knew it in his bones. Pressing kisses along her collarbone, he breathed in her fresh, sweet scent. “Give us a chance.”

Fingers tangled in his hair, she arched against him. “I can’t, Brodie. You know that. My life isn’t here.”

“It could be both places. We can do this however we want, whatever way it’ll work. Don’t leave me.”

“Oh, God. I don’t want to.”

He squeezed her ass with one hand, while the other shoved the robe aside to expose her breast. Cupping it, his tongue flicked over the nipple. “You think, now that I’ve found you, I’m going to just let you go? Not a fucking chance. You’re in me, sweetheart. It feels like you’ve always been there, like we just needed to get to this place, right here and now, for our paths to cross so we could find each other. But now that we have?” He tilted her chin, forcing her to look in his eyes. “I will never stop wanting to be with you. You’re mine, and I’m yours. Don’t you feel it?”

“God, of course I feel it, Brodie. There’s nothing else I want to feel for the rest of my life than this. Us.”

Her legs tightened around him, and he needed her mouth. She opened to him, their tongues colliding in a shower of sparks. Everything he felt for her crashed over him, and he poured it all into this kiss. He had to make sure she knew he meant every word he’d said. He ground against her, and she gasped. “Need you. Right the fuck now.”

Setting her down, he locked the door, then grabbed the neck of his T-shirt and tugged it over his head. The robe pooled around her ankles, and she stood there in nothing but pink lace panties. Dropping to a crouch, he kissed his way up her calf, behind her knee, and inside her toned and sexy thigh.

She started to pull off her underwear, when he said, “Leave them on.” She wore the sexiest lingerie he’d ever seen. “You buy these for the douchenozzle?”

“Nope.” Her fingers tangled in his hair, and her hips twisted. “There’s a little shop in Paris, in the Marais. Some people deal with stress by eating or working out, but me…I like pretty lingerie.”

“And you thought you weren’t sexy.” He pushed aside the elastic and licked inside her wet, hot slit.