“Michelle,” he whispered, his voice as ragged as the beating of his heart. “I love everything about being with you.”

“I love being with you.”

“I don’t want to think about not being with you.” He brushed her cheek with his calloused fingertips; her skin was still wet from the rain. He pressed his groin against her, grinding as he kissed her, pushing her hard against the stone wall of the doorway, where they were concealed from any patrons at the café. His mind was on one thing—getting her back to the hotel room as quickly as possible. But she was faster. Her hands were on his zipper.

“Make love to me now,” she said to him, a soft but oh-so-clear command.

Like a straight shot of desire, his body thrummed with need from her heated request. Lust took over, even as he glanced down the hallway. They were all alone, but the risk was palpable. They could be caught, seen, spotted. Or they could be seen and ignored. The more likely option. But as his zipper came undone and she reached into his boxers, wrapping those soft, talented fingers around him, nothing else mattered.

He didn’t care about anything but her. He couldn’t care. His need for her was all he felt. Not having her now felt like the bigger risk.

He reached under her skirt, palming her. “Your panties are drenched,” he said, yanking them to the side, revealing her, so wet and ready for him. He hitched up her thigh, wrapped her leg around his waist, and guided his cock into her. She drew a sharp breath and moaned loudly.

Instantly, he covered her mouth with his hand. “I’m going to fuck you in public, and you’re going to be quiet. Nod if you understand.”

She nodded, and he kept his hand over her lips as he thrust into her. Her wet heat coated his cock. “Oh, beautiful, your pussy is soaking wet. You love Paris, don’t you?”

A muffled yes.

“And you love being able to fuck me in public, don’t you?”

Another nod as she grabbed his hip bones, holding on tight.

“And you love needing me so badly that you can’t even wait for the hotel, don’t you?” he said, releasing his hold ever so briefly to let her speak.

“Yes,” she moaned.

“Quiet,” he warned, covering her mouth once more. With his other hand, he held tight to her hip, his thumb digging into her flesh as he pumped. “You love that I want to fuck you anywhere. That I want to be inside your beautiful body everywhere. That I can’t ever get enough of you.”

She bit down on his palm, and he yanked his hand back. “I love needing you,” she said on a pant, her erratic breaths telling him she was so close to coming. She dug her nails into his skin. He could feel them deeply, like daggers, starting to draw blood. The possibility that she was going to come so hard she’d break his skin made his dick throb harder inside her.