I kicked the hotel door closed behind us. I looked into Cora’s eyes, remembering how our first kiss took my breath away when we were teenagers. I stalked around her like a predator, slipping her dress from her shoulders and peppering kisses along her neck and behind her ear. Her soft skin sent a fire blazing along my spine. I wanted to drop to my knees and show her how much I’d worshiped and loved her from the moment we’d met.
This reconnection wouldn’t stop once we left Paris. I planned to show Cora my world, how I’d never stopped loving her, even while we were apart.
I cupped her breast in one hand, slipping the other between her thighs and over her warm p***y.
“Are you wet for me?” I teased the seam of her panties with my fingers.
“Yes,” she cooed.
“Open some more, baby.”
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