The Paris Affair by Kristi Lea Read Free Book Online

cheeks, and her tongue peeked out to discretely lick her lips. Slowly she inclined her head.
    Helmut gingerly picked up her bare right foot, noting the pink nail polish and slender toes. The foot looked dainty and pale against his sun-darkened hands. He traced the arch and around the back of her heel. He heard the faint sound of the intake of her breath as she realized that he wasn’t just replacing the shoe.
    But she didn’t pull away.
    Helmut slid one hand up the back of her calf to the soft spot behind her knee. Gently, he lifted her foot to his mouth and pressed a light kiss to the bone on the inside of her ankle. She exhaled, slowly.
    Helmut trailed his lips upward toward her knee. He kissed her again, savoring the salty sweetness of her skin with his tongue. He glanced upwards. Her eyes blazed into his, the pupils dilated and her lips parted in a soft O.
    The heavy steam of the room filled his lungs as he inhaled slowly, languidly. Raggedly. The heat slowed each of his movements into a leisurely exploration of her satiny skin. The pace suited him perfectly. He wanted to savor her taste. To savor her.
    He kissed the pulsing vein throbbing on the inside of her knee again, and slid his hand up the outside of her thigh to her hip. He hesitated a moment at the edge of her towel. Allowed her a moment to tell him to stop. Hoped like hell she wouldn’t.
    Helmut’s cock strained against his shorts, and he felt the pounding of his blood rushing through his veins.
    Claire closed her eyes and tilted her head back a tiny notch.
    Helmut’s hand slid up and under her towel along her hip until it found the thin band of fabric and elastic. He toyed with that spot, under the jut of her hipbone, and kissed the inside of her thigh. She shivered and relaxed her leg wider.
    Helmut closed his eyes, inhaling the musky scent of her arousal mixed with the sweet, tropical scent of her skin. His fingers trembled at the edge of her panties. Slow. Steady. Don’t rush this. Don’t ruin this.
    With both hands, he reached inside her towel up along the sides of her waist, over the supple skin. Kneeling between her legs, he slowly opened the towel. She let it go and raised her hands and then lowered them, as if she didn’t know where to put them.
    Helmut smiled at the sight of her purple and black sports bra and sensible white bikini panties. He cupped breasts lightly with his thumbs and lowered his mouth to the confining fabric.
    Claire gasped audibly as he closed his mouth over one peak, and the nipple tightened. He kissed and sucked the other breast, teasing the skin around the bottom of the bra band with his fingers.
    “Helmut.” Claire threaded her fingers into his sweat-slickened hair. “This is not a good idea.”
    “Do you want me to stop?” He waited, her breast heavy in his palm, his thumb poised on one straining nipple. He rubbed the pad over the taut peak lightly.
    She drew a ragged breath and arched her back, pressing against his hands. “No, don’t stop.”
    Helmut’s lips left her breasts and he forged a trail of hot kisses down her ribcage to her belly button. He pressed his thumbs up and under the taut fabric of her bra and found hot, sensitive skin. She moaned. His cock throbbed in reply, full and impatient. It would have to wait.
    He knew how this encounter would end. Or rather, how it would not end for him. He hadn’t walked into the steam room expecting to find himself in this position. He had no condom. It was a cooling thought. Barely.
    He bent to kiss her sex through the silky white fabric of her panties. He gently nibbled her clit with his teeth, and she writhed and arched her hips up against his mouth.
    He grasped her hips with his fingers and raised them up, and then slid down her panties. The hair between her legs was a deep golden yellow, a few shades darker than her hair. She was definitely a natural blond. He shifted his position to remove the scrap of fabric from her ankles. She parted her legs, willingly