Falling For Daniel Page 5

  “Yeah, if you want it.” My chin drops open in shock at his words. As if bringing me to Paris for a few days wasn’t enough he’s now offering me a job.

  “I don’t even know what you do. Plus I might be a terrible assistant, you have no idea.”

  “I’m a good judge of character, Red. Plus if you were shit, the asshole,” he says, using his best American accent, “wouldn’t have left you to it.”

  “I guess. So what is it you do then?” I’ve been dying to know how he got all his money since the moment I stepped into his house.

  “I’m the English version of your boss, although I’d hope less of an arsehole.”

  “You’re in real estate?”

  “Yeah, although it’s not called that over here, yank. My brother and I run our family estate agents plus we have a house renovation and rental side that we started up a few years ago.” He has another sip of his wine before saying. “I’m serious about the job. My assistant is about to go on maternity leave. She’s already told me she’s not coming back afterwards. I’ve interviewed so many people for the job but no one’s been right. You though, I think you’d be perfect for me.” The way he says this causes tingles to run down my spine. Surely it’s just my overactive imagination that heard the words ‘you’d be perfect for me’ in a different context than work.

  “We’ll see,” I mutter, because I’m not entirely sure it would be a good idea. Thankfully, he drops the subject. I’m worried he’s going to ask more about my life in America but he doesn’t. He keeps the conversation light as we enjoy the incredible food that arrives at our table.

  “Sir, your taxi has just arrived,” the concierge says.

  “Merci,” Daniel replies, as he takes my hand.

  Twenty minutes later and I’m sat on a stool in a bar with another glass of gorgeous French red in my hand listening to a jazz band play on the stage. The room is filled with elegant couples, young and old, enjoying a romantic evening together. There is an elderly couple up on the dance floor. The way they still move together shows the fantastic relationship they must share. They must be seventy at least but they are still moving as if they are out on their first date. It warms my heart to see that some relationships do stand the test of time and that love can last and if anything, grow stronger.

  I lift my hand to my eye to wipe a tear but I’m not as discreet as I hoped because Daniel immediately asks if I’m okay.

  “Yeah, it’s just those two,” I say nodding to the couple I was watching. “Look how in love they are.” As I say this, the song comes to an end stopping their dancing. We watch as the man leans forward and kisses his wife on the cheek. It’s such a sweet moment and it reminds me of all the things I thought I had.

  I’m pulled from my depressing thoughts when Daniel laces his fingers through mine and pulls me from the stool.

  “What are you doing?” I ask in a panic.

  He doesn’t respond, he just continues moving until we are stood in the middle of the dance floor. He comes to a stop and pulls me against his chest. His arms come around me and his hands rest on my lower back.

  I’m completely blown away. Again. This man who claims to only want a weekend of sex is now slow dancing with me in the most romantic venue I think I’ve ever been in. How exactly does he expect me to forget about him when this is all over? I can feel my heart breaking all over again and our time isn’t over yet. The problem is my heart is already too weak to be broken again so soon.

  I lean farther into him and take in his scent. I try my best to memorise this moment. How he smells, how he feels pressed up against me because something tells me that this is one of those moments. One of those moments that you’ll remember forever, and forever wish you could be transported back to.

  Dancing with Daniel is the most erotic foreplay I’ve ever experienced. The way his body feels rubbing against mine. His hands gently caressing anywhere that is safe to do so in public is driving me insane. Every time he moves his hips I feel his erection pressing into my stomach. I swear if something doesn’t happen soon then I’m going to combust right here on the dance floor. My desire for this man is off the charts.

  “We need to leave now,” gets growled in my ear after another song or two.

  “Uh huh.” I’m no longer capable of words. All my attention is focused on him and what I need from him.

  Daniel places his hand on my lower back and guides me to the exit. The skin of his palm burns my skin and makes my heart thump that bit faster.

  We are soon sliding into a taxi and racing back towards the hotel. Unlike the journey here, this time the lights of the city pass me by. All my focus is on the powerful man sat next to me and the dark and hungry look in his eyes.

  I run my eyes down his suit clad body, appreciating every inch of perfection that is in front of me. When I get down to his thighs I can clearly see the outline of his erection straining against the fabric. It makes my mouth water for a taste of him.

  I reach out my hand but it gets stopped an inch from its destination. He lifts it to my lips before placing kisses to each of my knuckles then sucks my fingertips into his mouth. I swallow down the noise that bubbles up my throat in the hope it doesn’t alert the cab driver to what’s happening in his back seat.

  Daniel watches intently as I fidget and squirm in my seat, as I try to ease the tension between my legs. Nothing works though; nothing short of him will solve my problem. His eyes get darker the longer he stares at me and his hands start to clench in to fists at his side where he’s trying to restrain himself.

  “Bonsoir, Monsieur, Madame,” the concierge says hurriedly as Daniel pulls me through the front doors of the hotel. I manage to squeak out a good evening before we disappear into the elevator.

  I can sense that Daniel’s restraint has snapped and as the doors begin to close I feel him turn towards me. Unfortunately at the last minute someone sticks their hand between the closing doors and halts their progress. We both turn as two men step in with us.

  I hear a weird grunting noise come from Daniel and I have to bite my lips to keep myself from laughing out loud.

  The second the doors open on our floor Daniel takes me by the hand again and pulls me out past the two guys who were just about to step out. I shout an apology over my shoulder and I’m sure I hear one say “Don’t worry love I’d be rushing too,” but I could be mistaken.

  The second our hotel room door has shut he’s on me. I’m pushed back against the wall by the entire length of his body. His mouth descends on mine and his tongue forces its way in past my lips. Daniel’s hands rush around my body like they don’t know where to touch first. It might be amusing if I wasn’t so desperate.

  My hands follow suit and run up from his stomach to his chest under his jacket. When I get to his neck I start pulling at his tie before making light work of undoing his shirt buttons. Once I’m at the bottom I move to his fly.

  “Too many clothes,” I mutter when his lips move down onto my neck. His response is to bite down on my exposed collarbone. “Argh fuck,” I groan.

  Then his mouth is gone but when I look down he’s pulling my skirt up around my waist and wrapping his hands around my thighs. My legs immediately wrap around his waist and I feel his hardness pressing into me.

  “Need,” is the only word I get out because he must feel my desperation. He shifts me slightly until he has his cock in his hand. The tip is glistening, showing me he’s just as ready as I am for this. Not a second after he’s moved my knickers out of the way do I feel him sliding inside me. I was expecting it to be fast but he takes his time. His eyes close and all the muscles in his neck pull tight as the sensation takes over.

  He stills when he’s as far in as possible. He leans forward and places his face in the crook of my neck. His heavy breathing tickles across my sensitive skin, making my already hard nipples tighten that bit more.

  “Daniel,” I groan because as good as this feels, I need more, I need movement.

  After another couple of seconds
his hips start to move. He thrusts in and out gently a couple of times before he circles his hips, sending me over the edge. I was so worked up that one perfect touch was enough. My muscles clamp down around him as the climax rushes through my body.

  “Fuck, yes,” he shouts before slamming his lips down on mine for a hard and dirty kiss.

  When he pulls back, I’m panting again as I feel my second orgasm building. I’ve had multiples before but the speed of this second one takes me by surprise.

  Daniel slows his movements slightly as he reaches up behind my neck. I feel the fabric tighten and I panic. “No!” He looks up me in shock. “Don’t rip this one,” I say to clarify.

  He lets out a breath of relief before saying, “This one is too good to ruin,” and gently undoes the buttons so he can pull the fabric around my waist.

  His hands move to my tits the second the fabric drops. He squeezes and caresses them before pinching both of my nipples, hard. That one last bolt of pleasure sends me crashing into orgasm number two.

  When I’ve come back to reality, Daniel’s hands are on my hips again and he’s thrusting into me with determination. His head returns to my neck just a second before his body stills as he cums inside me.

  “Never going to be enough,” he says quietly as his breathing starts to return to normal.

  When he pulls back and looks at me my breath catches. The look in his eyes, I can’t describe. His passion and hunger are still there but there is more, awe maybe. I’m not entirely sure.

  Daniel breaks free of his trance after a couple of seconds and drops my legs back to the floor.

  “Are you okay?” I ask, as I reach up to cup his cheek.

  His response is to kiss me and push my dress from my hips. I’m more than happy with this but I feel like he’s doing it to hide from me.

  * * *

  Daniel

  * * *

  I’m once again laid here watching her sleep. I’ve barely known her twenty-four hours, how is it possible to feel like I never want to let her go. I know hardly anything about her, yet at the same time I feel like I know everything I need to know.

  I run my eyes over her again. It’s like I’m worried that if I stop looking or shut my eyes, she’s going to disappear. Her hair is damp from the shower we took earlier, her face free of any make up. The blush of her cheeks and chest is still visible from her many, many orgasms of the last few hours and her lips swollen from my kisses.

  My cock twitches.

  This is insane. How does she have such an effect on me?

  Eventually, I must drift off to sleep because I’m woken with a start when I hear a shout.

  “No. No you can’t do this to me. No. Stewart, no, this can’t be true,” I turn and watch as tears start to pour from her eyes. I get this feeling wash over me that I don’t think I’ve ever experienced before when I see her tears. “No, no, no,” she repeats until she’s quiet again.

  When I wake again the room is bright with winter sunshine. I reach over to find Beth but her side of the bed is empty and cold.

  I prop myself up on my elbow and look across the room. I see her instantly. She’s sat in the chair facing the sights Paris has to offer, wrapped in a blanket. She’s fast asleep though. I wonder if whatever she was dreaming about eventually woke her. I want to seriously hurt this Stewart for whatever it is he has done to her. I’ve never felt anyone’s pain before. Well that’s not entirely true, I felt everything that our parents put Molly through but that was different, she’s my sister.

  I quickly make use of the bathroom before noticing the time. I’ve got stuff planned for today so we need to get going. I quietly place an order for room service breakfast before I crouch down next to Beth to wake her.

  I reach my hand out and run it down the smooth skin of her cheek and onto her neck. Her eyes start to flicker behind her eyelids.

  “Morning, Red,” I say softly before reaching forward and placing a kiss to the corner of her mouth.

  When I pull back her eyes are open. I can see storm clouds in her light grey eyes showing me that her dream still has its grips on her.

  “Good morning,” she replies, as a beautiful sleepy smile creeps across her lips. That smile does something to me. It’s like there is some kind of force pulling me to her. I don’t fight it; I lean in and place my lips to hers.

  “I missed you,” I sulk when I pull back.

  “Sorry, I couldn’t sleep so I came over to enjoy the Paris lights. I must have fallen asleep at some point.”

  “Why couldn’t you sleep?” I ask, hoping she’ll open up to me. I don’t want to question her but I will find out what went on in America before we touch down on English soil again.

  “No idea,” she mumbles in reply as she sits herself up. I decide to leave it for now. I don’t want to ruin the day, yet.

  “I’ve ordered breakfast. It will be here soon then we’ve got loads to do.”

  “Have we?” she asks with a smile.

  “Yep. I’m going to show you Paris.” I swear my heart turns over as her face lights up with joy. She claps her hands together in delight before hurrying to the bathroom, giving me a great shot of her naked arse and swaying hips. My morning wood returns in the blink of an eye.

  “Wh…what are you doing?” she squeals in fright as I step into the shower behind her.

  “What, you think I was going to allow you to shower alone?” I run my hands around her until they are palming her breasts as I run kisses down her neck and across her shoulders. She doesn’t respond to my question with words, instead she makes this amazing humming sound in her throat which makes me lose my mind.

  The guy who was banging on the bathroom door while we were in the shower obviously got bored of waiting because when I finally opened it there was a trolley fully stocked with food abandoned just outside. Beth wasn’t exactly quiet so I can only presume he was aware of what was keeping us.

  Chapter Six

  Beth

  * * *

  I think it’s safe to say that today has been the best day of my life. Once I managed to push last night’s nightmare from my mind and focus on Daniel that is.

  I don’t know why I was so shocked to find that he’d followed me into the shower. If the look on his face when I woke wasn’t enough of a clue then his hard cock should have been. I think that was probably the best shower I’ve ever had. Much better than the one yesterday, before dinner. I felt like we were still fumbling around each other a little then but after last night I feel like I’ve known him, or his body more like, forever. We both knew exactly what the other needed and how to work each other’s bodies to find the ultimate pleasure. There’s a lot to be said for hours of mindless hotel room fucking.

  When the banging started on the bathroom door, I panicked, but Daniel soon put paid to that when he circled my clit with his talented fingers and pushed me over the edge. I cried out, not caring that there was someone stood just outside. How could I care when I was under this incredible man’s touch?

  When we eventually emerged, Daniel found the most amazing champagne breakfast waiting for us. I swear I’m going to need to diet for a month after all the gorgeous cold meats, bread, croissants, pain au chocolat, and other French delicacies. It was out of this world.

  Since then Daniel has taken me to every place I wanted to see in Paris. Each was even more incredible that I could have imagined. I’m not going to forget this trip in a hurry.

  “The view from up here is amazing,” I say to Daniel, who is standing at my back with his arms wrapped around my waist.

  “Uh huh,” he mumbles as he shoves his face into my neck and starts kissing instead of looking at the whole of Paris laid out before us.

  We’re on our last stop of the day, the Eiffel Tower. I thought the view from our hotel was good but this is something else.

  “Daniel,” I say giving him a nudge with my elbow. “Why aren’t you looking?”

  “I am. I’m looking at you.”

  “That’s not what
I mean.”

  “I’ve seen it before, I prefer you.”

  “Just look out there for me.”

  “No, I’m good.”

  “Daniel,” I say with an amused tone in my voice. “Are you scared of heights?”

  “Don’t be stupid, of course not.”

  “Okay, so you wouldn’t mind coming over to the edge with me and looking down then?”

  “Uh…sure.”

  I go to take a step forward and his arms clamp around me like steel. I turn around so I’m facing him and smile because I know I’m right. He’s scared.

  “Fine, okay. I don’t like heights.”

  Now I’ve turned around it’s even clearer that he’s uncomfortable because his eyes are a little too wide and he has a bead of sweat along his hairline.

  “Why did you come up if you don’t like it?”

  “Because you wanted to.”

  Everything inside me tumbles at his response. What am I doing? I ask myself for the millionth time. I can try to convince myself all I want that this weekend has just been about the sex but I think it’s time I stopped lying to myself because I know that I like him more than I should. I didn’t think it would be possible to feel anything for anyone ever again but somehow this dark and delicious stranger has crept in through the cracks in my heart and after only two days is putting it back together again. The only problem is that I’m pretty sure he’s going to smash it to pieces when our time is up and we fly back in the morning. I try not to think about the inevitable because it will put a dampener on our remaining time together.

  “You’re so sweet,” I say as I stretch up on my tiptoes to give the corner of his lips a kiss, copying his move.

  “No one has ever called me sweet before,” he replies, screwing up his face in disgust. “Sexy, hot, sex god, yes. Sweet, never!”

  “Well, Daniel, maybe you’ve never been sweet before but I can definitely say that you are.”