“Sorry—”

“If you say one more time that you’re out of practice, I may just have to slap you. And not in a kinky way. In an actually-meant-to-cause-you-pain-way. All right?”

“All right.”

“Now shut up and kiss me.”

“With pleasure, ma’am.” Shifting so their bodies were millimetres apart, he placed his hand on her hip, tugged her closer and looked into her eyes. What he saw there galvanised him; lust, desire, affection. He may have pretty much forgotten how this stuff worked, but the woman in front of him genuinely wanted him. The throbbing from his crotch area reminded him the sentiment was more than mutual.

Hoping his expression displayed the same feelings, he smiled, then leaned over and pressed his lips to hers. Reminding himself they’d done this part before, albeit in the middle of the street, he let his worries go. Concentrating purely on her lips against his, her soft curves, the increased pace of her breathing and heartbeat, the cute little sounds she was making, he allowed himself to be absorbed in the moment.

After a few seconds, their kiss inevitably deepened, grew more passionate. Mouths pressed harder against each other, teeth occasionally clashing, tongues battling. She tasted of peppermint mouthwash, as, of course, did he. As he explored her mouth further, Jacob let the hand that wasn’t trapped beneath him wander. Up to her face; cupping it, stroking his thumb against her soft skin. Then he gently trailed it down her neck, her shoulder, her arm and finally onto her hip, where it rested for a few seconds before sneaking round and grabbing her nearest buttock. Pulling her closer still, so their bodies were pressed together from head to toe, he resisted the temptation to grind his now-fully-erect cock against her.

Turned out he didn’t need to, anyway. Their new position meant it was impossible for her not to notice and she let out a noise somewhere between a growl and a purr, and slipped her free hand between their bodies. Pressing it to his length, she stroked the bulge through his clothes, causing him to make a growling sound of his own.

Their kissing ramped up yet another notch as passion overwhelmed them, their jaws working faster, tongues duelling frantically and hasty breaths being sucked in. He squeezed and groped her backside as she almost-masturbated him. Soon, Jacob felt he was in danger of coming in his boxers so he snatched his hand away from her luscious arse and grabbed her wrist.

“Ignoring your last comment, that sounds good to me. I’d rather get other stuff done than stand in a queue for hours on end. Stupid, really. I booked a bus tour beforehand, but not an entry ticket to the Eiffel Tower.”

“I’m glad you did,” she said, bumping him lightly with her hip.

“Why’s that?”

“Because if you hadn’t been on that particular bus at that particular time, we wouldn’t have met. And if you’d booked a ticket for the tower, you’d have been rushing off now, instead of spending time with me.”

“That’s true.” He grinned widely. “In that case, it was an incredibly intelligent move. Practically genius.”

“Wow, I’m snogging a genius. Who would have thought it? Little old me!”

“But you’re not actually snogging—” Jacob’s words were cut off as Annabelle moved right in front of him, stretched up on her tiptoes and pressed her lips to his. In spite of the wine, he froze for several seconds as his brain tried to catch up with what his body was telling him.

Soon, his body forced his brain to snap out of it, and he responded accordingly, wrapping his arms around Annabelle, pulling her closer and returning the kiss with relish. Her lips were plump, pliant, and her mouth was hot and tasted of the wine they’d been drinking, as well as the chocolaty dessert they’d shared.

Eager to taste more, Jacob slipped his tongue between her lips, deepening the kiss, letting his passion roam. The way he teased and explored her mouth obviously turned her on, as the hands she’d previously linked behind his neck shifted down his body, cupping his arse. Squeezing it, pulling him harder into her.

This close, she couldn’t fail to notice the rapidly-hardening cock trapped between their bodies, but it didn’t seem to bother her. Far from it, in fact. She seemed just as aroused as he, her hands shamelessly groping his backside and little grunts and groans emanating from her throat as they devoured each other’s mouths.

Only the fact they were standing in a busy street held Jacob back. Probably just as well, too, given they’d only just met. If they had privacy, who knew what they’d end up doing.

A torrent of rapid French and what sounded like a group of people laughing yanked him out of the moment. Gently disentangling from Annabelle, he looked towards the source of the noise, seeing what looked like a tour group staring and giggling.