Just as had happened yesterday under that umbrella, Avery managed to make him forget everything but the drugging taste of her mouth as it moved softly on his.
The roar of a scooter zooming by had him breaking the kiss. He leaned his forehead against hers, their little panting breaths creating a mist of steam in the cold air between them. “Wow. That was nice.”
“What, you think you have all the dibs on initiating a kiss?”
He chuckled at her words, mimicking his. “Believe me, I’m more than happy to share the dibs. But as much as I’d like to keep kissing you, I don’t want either of us sent to the hospital by one of the crazy drivers around here.” Or get into a sticky situation because of their jobs. “Let’s go on up to see the view.”
She pulled away and something, maybe embarrassment, flickered in her eyes. He reached for her chin and turned her face to his. “Hey, what’s that look for?”
“I don’t know why I kissed you. Why I keep kissing you, even when we agreed not to.” She shook her head, a little frown between her brows. “It’s like something comes over me and I lose all common sense.”
“If you have to lose your common sense to kiss me, I hope you don’t find it,” he teased, earning a small smile. He took a few steps backward, bringing her with him, until he came up against the wall of a building. Even as he knew he shouldn’t, he lifted his hand to cup her cheek, gently stroking her beautiful lips with his thumb. “You taste damned good to me.”
“Except we need to work together. So kissing or… anything else… isn’t a good idea.”
“I know. It’s a hell of a bad idea.” He kissed her again, and the sigh that slipped from her lips, the way her body relaxed into his nearly had him going deeper, and to hell with the risk of being struck by a car. But he forced himself to let her go, reaching for her hand. “Come on. Your funicular awaits, princess.”
They rode to the top and enjoyed the incredible views of the city as he held her close to shelter her from the colder air and wind. They meandered along the cobbled streets of Montmartre as Avery filled him in on some of the history of the village that had long been a haven for artists, including Picasso, Monet and Van Gogh. Today it attracted young artists who peddled their work on the streets.
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