Foreign Affair (12 page)

She didn’t just want the atmosphere to be romantic, she wanted to look the part. Hurrying to the bedroom, she searched her suitcase until she found what she sought.

Her “guaranteed to get some” dress Stephanie had helped her pick out at a shop in Amsterdam. It was simple and red, cut low and hemmed short.

She’d only dressed up those first couple of days in Amsterdam, and she gave in to the urge to look pretty for Tyler again.

She brushed her hair back into its short, flirty style and then put on some lip
-
gloss. A couple sprays of perfume on her wrists and cleavage and she was set.

Not bad at all, girl
. She glanced in the mirror one more time before
hurrying back into the living room.

Lena scooped the candles and lighter out of the bag and set them up on the little oak table. Her finger flicked over the lighter, and soon the soft glow of candlelight filled the room.

She unwrapped the CD she’d bought and slipped it into the stereo she’d spotted earlier. Sure enough, Celine’s voice filled the air, and she pressed a hand against her mouth to keep from laughing.

She looked around the room and took in the scene she’d just created. Candlelight, flowers, cheesy love songs, and she’d dressed up to the max.

What would Tyler think? Doubt circled in her stomach. They weren’t even a real couple. Would this kind of romance just complicate things?

She rocked back on her heels and sighed. Maybe this had been a bad idea.

Tyler opened the door, his mouth going dry when he saw her. Or saw the back of her. She had bent over in front of the stereo. A short red dress that begged to be removed had ridden up so high that it barely covered her ass. Smooth, white thighs gleamed, and he followed the curve of her legs down to her dainty bare feet.

He cleared his throat, and she stood up, spinning in surprise.

“Hey.” He adjusted the bags of food in his arms.

Her eyes widened, and her tongue darted out over her lips. Then she hurried over and took one of the bags from him.

He followed her into the kitchen and placed the bag next to hers. “Lena, you look…”

“Is it too much?” she asked, her cheeks turning pink.

“You look so damn hot in that dress.” He stepped toward her, running a hand down her bare arm. He didn’t miss the shiver that ran through her body.

“You just happened to have that little dress in your bag?”

Lena smiled. “As a matter of fact, I did. You can’t travel without having at least one nice outfit.”

“I like it on you,” he murmured.
I’d like it even better off you now.
He cleared his throat and turned his focus back to cooking dinner. “You’ll never believe this, but I couldn’t find Hamburger Helper.”

“I thought that might be a challenge.” She set the bag down on the counter and peered inside. “But it looks like you did okay.”

“And I bought wine.” He pulled out a bottle of Chardonnay.

“Oh, very nice. Do you want me to chill this?” She took the bottle from him and ran her fingers down the neck of the bottle.

Tyler clenched his teeth, his gaze on her hand as his blood stirred. God, he wanted her fingers stroking him like that.
Later
.

“Sure, toss it in the fridge.” He turned his gaze to the dining room, and his eyes widened.

Not only had she dressed up for him, but she’d dressed up the apartment too. Candles, flowers… How had he not noticed this when he’d first returned from the store?
Because you were checking out her ass.

“You really decorated this place.”

“I thought it would be fun to make our first night in Paris…” She hesitated, her cheeks turning pinker. “Well, you know.”

She couldn’t say the word romantic? He lifted a brow and turned back to unload the bag of food.

“Thank you. I love what you did. Except for one thing.” He glanced at her, his smile widening. “If that’s Celine Dion I’m hearing, I think the music needs to go.”

Lena burst into laughter, and she pressed a hand against her stomach.

“It looks great.” He stepped forward, but still didn’t touch her. Instead, he backed her up into the dining room against the table. She sat down onto the table and let him stand between her legs.

He reached up and cupped her face, leaning in to brush his lips over hers. Lena had a forwardness about her that pulled him in every time.

He could see her fight it, maybe not wanting to get sucked under that tide they both got so easily lost in. But a moment later she sighed and closed her eyes, yielding to him and opening her mouth to his probing tongue.

Only then did Tyler close his eyes and move closer into the space between her legs, his hands bracketing her waist.

She pulled away and gasped, her hands unsteady as they jerked his T
-
shirt over his head.

“What about dinner? I thought you were starving?” he asked, cupping her breasts through the dress.

“Was I? It can wait.” She dragged her nails down his chest, and he groaned. His cock hardened further. Now. He needed her now.

“Good. Because the only thing I want to do at this table right now is get you naked on it.” He grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it up and over her body.

The breath locked in his throat. She was a wet dream come to life, with a lacy red bra that lifted her breasts high and a tiny thong to match.

“Hang on.” The words came out of his throat on a rasp. He grabbed the lit candles and moved them to the other end of the table. “Fire hazard.”

She gave a husky laugh, her gaze following him.

He came back to her, already reaching for her breasts as his mouth crushed back down to taste hers. Her legs wrapped around his waist.

His tongue thrust deep while he slipped his fingers into the cups of her bra to tease her already taut nipples. He absorbed her guttural moan and deepened the kiss. Sliding one hand around her back, he unhooked the bra and pulled it free from her body.

He lifted his head to stare down at the breasts that were now bared. Her pink nipples puckered further beneath his gaze, and he groaned.

“Lena…oh, sweetheart.” Cupping both breasts in his hands, he dipped his head and drew one stiff peak into his mouth. Her flesh tasted sweet, the cry she made even sweeter. He sucked harder, his tongue rubbing against the tip while he pinched the nipple on her other breast.

“
Tyler
.”

He released her nipple and switched his mouth to the other, sucking and nibbling the tip. He squeezed his eyes shut the moment her hand grabbed his erection through his jeans. Her touch sent fire through his veins.

She worked fast, freeing him and pushing his jeans down to his knees. Her fingers were silky soft as they wrapped around his flesh. She paid special attention to the head, smoothing her thumb back and forth over the tip.

If she kept that up, he wouldn’t make it much longer. He groaned, flexing his hips and pumping against her hand. He grazed his teeth against her nipple, wanting to bring her as much pleasure as she gave him.

The damp heat of her sex pressed tight against his abdomen. The smell of her arousal combined with the flowers made for a heady aphrodisiac.

“Lena, hang on, sweetheart.”

“But why?” She pulled his head from her breast so he met her gaze. Her eyes sparkled with mischief and arousal. “This is so much fun.”

“Yeah?” He pulled himself away from her hand and urged her back onto the table so she lay down. “You know what else is fun?”

Grasping the strings on each side of her hips, he pulled the panties down until her funny, shaved curls sprang free and the swollen lips of her sex were revealed.

She gave an unsteady laugh. “Oh, if you’re doing what I think you’re doing, then yes. This is good too.”

Falling to his knees, he grabbed her legs and pulled them over his shoulders, bringing her cleft against his mouth. He thrust his tongue deep inside her, needing to taste her and send her out of control.

“Oh,
yes.
” Her choked words spurred him on.

His tongue delved again and again into her slick heat, tasting her and always going back for more. He brought his thumb to her swollen nub, rubbed slow circles, working her toward the point of no return.

Gripping her thighs, he dragged his tongue up to replace his fingers and licked her clit until she jerked against him.

“Oh, God,
Tyler
.”

He eased two fingers into her just as she came, penetrating her as she trembled through her climax.

When he finally stood up and gazed down at her, she whispered, “I want you inside me.”

His chest tightened at the need in her voice. That same need burned in every square inch of his body.

“That’s where I’m heading, sweetheart,” he murmured and held her legs, pulling her to the edge of the table—which by some miracle appeared just the right height for him to penetrate her. He leaned forward just a bit, and then slid deep into her.

Lena cried out, and she reached her hands above her to grip the other side of the table.

He squeezed his eyes shut, taking a moment to savor the sensation of being inside her.

“
Please
,” she begged, clenching the walls of her sex around him. He ground his teeth together and tightened his grip on her legs. He thrust in and out of her, increasing his pace and squeezing the soft flesh of her thighs.

“Harder,” she begged. “Please, Tyler.”

Her words made him lose all control. He groaned and flexed his hips, pounding into her so she moved up on the table. He pulled her back down, tightening his grip as he continued the hard thrusts.

His sac tightened, and he moved one hand in to rub her magic spot again. When his orgasm exploded, she came too. Her body clenched around him again as he came inside her.

He fell forward and kissed her breast, sliding up to nuzzle her neck. His heart pounded hard. He stroked over the pulse in her neck and found it beating just as furiously.

“How are you doing, sweetheart?”

She gave a weak sigh. “Tyler, you have no idea what you do to me.”

He had a pretty good idea, because she evoked the same response in him.

He stood and helped her up. “I’m going to clean up. When I get back, I’ll make us dinner. Why don’t you catch a nap on the couch?”

She nodded and slid off the table, but her knees buckled. Tyler gave a soft laugh and swept her into his arms, carrying her to the couch.

“And later tonight, I promise to give you the most amazing backrub. Deal?”

“Deal,” she murmured and yawned.

He covered her with a nearby blanket and then headed for the bathroom.

“Lena, wake up, sweetheart.”

She frowned and mumbled, “Let me just sleep for another minute.”

“You’ve been asleep for over an hour.”

Lena blinked and sat up, rubbing her eyes to ease the sleep from them. She glanced at the clock on the wall and frowned. “Why did you let me sleep for so long?”

“You needed it.” He grabbed her hand and helped her off the couch. “And while you slept, I made us a damn good-looking dinner—if I do say so myself.”

She yawned again as he led her to the table. Her eyes widened as she sat down.

Each plate was laid out with a thick steak, juices oozing around it. In the middle of the table on a plate were chunks of white cheese, a loaf of bread, and two goblets filled to the brim with wine.

“This looks incredible. You’re spoiling me.” She glanced at him. He looked so proud, she wanted to kiss him again.

Jeez, could he be any more amazing? He’d let her sleep while he cooked them up a fabulous meal.

“I like spoiling you.” He winked and sat down. “I put on a different CD though. The temptation to throw Celine out the window became too great.”

Lena cocked her head and listened for a moment, then gave an approving nod. “Miles Davis. You’re on a roll.”

He laughed and cut into his meat.

“Do you cook a lot at home?” she asked then took a bite of her own steak.
Mmm
. She closed her eyes, savoring the taste.

“Believe it or not, yes.”

“After this bite? I can believe it.” She sipped the wine, swirling the golden liquid over her tongue. “Although I might have chosen a red wine with the beef.”

“Snob. I told you I’m more of a beer guy.” He shook his head and drank another sip. “But on that note, we should try and stop by one of the wineries.”

“Oh, could we?”

They discussed wineries and ate dinner, until the shrill of the phone cut them off.

Lena frowned as she moved to grab her phone from her purse. Seeing it was Stephanie, she answered with a flippant, “
Bonjour
.”

“Hello, darling. How’s Paris?”

“Steph? We just got here. How are you?” Lena met Tyler’s gaze across the room.

“Not bad.” Stephanie’s tone turned amused. “I take it you’re having a good time?”

“I am having a
great
time.” Lena laughed and looked at Tyler then gestured to her food.

Tyler rolled his eyes and picked up her plate, carrying it over to her. He fed her a piece of cheese while appearing to listen to her side of the conversation.

“That’s good.” Stephanie replied. “Have you checked out the hot tub on the patio?”

“Are you joking?” Lena swallowed the cheese.

Tyler raised an eyebrow. “What’s going on?”

“There’s a hot tub on the patio,” she whispered, covering the mouthpiece before speaking into the phone again. “Stephanie, this place is amazing. I don’t even know how to thank you.”

Tyler had already left the room to check out the hot tub, so Lena turned her full attention to her friend on the other line.

“Are you alone, Lena? Did he go outside? Can you talk?”

“Yeah. I’m alone for a moment at least.” Lena glanced at the porch and saw him fooling around with some buttons on the hot tub.

“Going to take advantage of that hot tub, huh?”

“Of course.” Lena gave a soft sigh. “Tyler made us a great dinner with steak, cheese, bread and wine. It’s so good. And we’re already talking about going to a winery.”

“Nice. I’m on a lunch break, eating a veggie burger.” Stephanie’s tone changed. “You sound like you’re both getting along pretty well. How is he in bed?”