She felt his hand in her hair, a gentle tug as he pulled her close. He turned her face so she was looking at him. “Make love to me on the train,” he whispered.

It was the first time he’d said that. Make love. The words were like diamonds to her, and just as valuable. She wanted to be as intimate with him as she could, after he’d said those gorgeous words over and over at the gardens. Besides, they were living in the bubble for a few more days, existing outside the public eye of prying New York City gossip papers. Carla had advised her to be cautious, but as far as she could tell that guidance applied to New York, not to this moment in time.

She kissed him, sweeping her tongue across his lips, savoring the taste of his mouth. His kisses were consuming; they rocketed her to another realm; they turned her on in mere seconds. She felt that sweet ache between her legs, the one only he could soothe, so she straddled him, and unzipped his pants, so grateful to be wearing a skirt. Then, she sank onto him, and gasped silently. He filled her so completely, and held her like she was all he’d ever wanted.

She cupped his cheeks, and he gripped her waist, and she made love to him on the train back to Paris.

“Michelle,” he whispered, keeping his eyes locked on hers.

“Yes?”

“I’m so in love with you,” he said, holding tight to her, his words better than any dirty ones he’d ever spoken, and those had melted her with heat. But this was something else entirely. This was the deepest connection, her greatest wish. This was everything she’d ever wanted—to love and to be loved back.

“I’m so in love with you.”

She looked away once to catch their hazy reflections in the dark of the window. They looked like two people who couldn’t get enough of each other. His eyes squeezed shut, his breath came fast and harsh, and he moved deeper into her. She watched for another moment, thrilling inside at all that the window revealed about him, and how he felt for her. She turned back to him, their bodies colliding, their lips connecting, her arms wrapped around him as they came together once more.

Three days later, they boarded the plane for New York, and flew across the ocean. They hadn’t even needed thirty nights to know they wanted so many more, and they were going to get to have them.

But the look on Jack’s face when he turned on his phone as they touched down at JFK told her that something had gone terribly wrong.

26

Slammed

The tweet bothered her.

Casey’s social media manager had alerted her to it this morning. Not sure if this is anything, but check this out. ConroyforUES: Can’t wait for Wednesday’s paper. Gonna be a social media field day.