Bound Together by Eliza Jane

young couple sitting next to Matt were openly making out. It wasn’t like a quick peck, the kind of PDA you’d see back home, they were full on kissing. I think I caught a glimpse of his tongue. I had to look away. Something in me was curious about how people here more freely expressed their emotions, not trying to be all correct and well behaved. Like they knew how to live more fully than we did.
    I stepped even closer to Matt so his knee was in between my thighs. The effect was sexy, while at the same time completely innocent. So why couldn’t I get my mind out of the gutter?
    He swallowed at our sudden closeness, then looked up at me. “Are you sure you don’t want the seat? I feel like a dick.” 
    There was no way I was moving. “I’m fine here.”
    The couple beside him only came up for air once, I noticed from the corner of my eye. And only then it was to say something that sounded impossibly sexy in French. This subway ride would be the death of me. My entire body was humming by the time untangled myself from Matt twenty minutes later.
    And of course on the walk back to the hotel, I didn’t get much relief from the blood rising in my cheeks. People kissed in parks, lounging on blankets together, and greeted friends on the street with a kiss on each cheek. It was like Paris was trying to break my will.

 
    Chapter Eighteen
    Matt
     
    “Your room or mine?” she asked when we reached the hotel. She was always so down to business.
    “I don’t care.” As long as there was a bed, anywhere was fine with me.
    “Mine, then.” She pulled me by my collar into the elevator. As soon as the doors closed we were kissing. She pressed the length of her body to mine and pushed me back against the wall. I tangled my hands in her hair. She smelled good, like the hotel soap and something else, kind of light and flowery .
    The doors to the elevator slid open and Zoey and I pulled apart. Her cheeks were flushed and her lips were pink . She took my hand and pulled me down the hall. We jogged to her room, our fingers barely brushing . She slid the card into the door and pushed it open with her back while s he tugged me by my belt loops .
    It felt kind of wrong being alone in her hotel room when we were supposed to be researching a paper, but my hands move d on the ir own and all of a sudden, I’d pulled her close and, my hands sli d down her lower back, cupping her ass and pulling her in to me. We kiss ed for a few minutes standing like this, awkwardly in the middle of the room.
    Zoey stepped back and pressed her palms against my chest, push ing me down onto her bed, then lifted my shirt and pulled it off ov er my head. We were actually closer to the same height with me sitting. I interlaced my fingers with hers and pulled her forward to kiss me . She worked her hands free from mine and climbed on top of my lap , wrapping her arms around my back . God, she felt good against me. I lifted her shirt up, unsure if she’d stop me, but her hands fumbled at the hem and she helped me pull it off over her head. Her bra was black and lacy, and her skin was soft and flushed pink . We shared an intense look for a second when her shirt came off . Then she was back to kissing me, her lips damp and salty on mine. We kissed like that for a few minutes, with her on my lap, and I ran my hands through her hair. I could definitely get used to spending time with Zoey .
    We moved so we were lying down on our sides, facing each other, our legs t wisted together. There was no part of me I didn’t want touching her. I ran my fingers over her breasts and down her stomach and felt her breathing fast under my touch. I hoped she couldn’t tell the way my fingers trembled when I touched her. Things were heating up fast and we pressed our bodies together frantically, grinding and grasping and moving together. My heart was beating so fast I felt like it was going to pound of my chest.
    Zoey began unbuttoning my jeans and worked her hand inside my boxers.