Book 4: Feeling Connected to Paris

Sydney's POV

Killian flashed me a seductive smile, accepting my open invitation. It didn’t matter that we were dead tired after a long flight. Our need for one another had reached a breaking point. 

He pressed his chest against my sensitive breasts, and a moan escaped my lips. I had missed him immensely. If this were the Parisian magic, I wouldn’t ever want to go back to LA. 

His mood didn’t change as his gaze heated further. I could feel his massive erection grinding against me. It fueled a need so strong that I threw caution to the wind and wrapped my arms around his neck. 

“Kiss me like there’s no tomorrow, Killian.” I closed my eyes, surrendering myself to him. “Make love to me like there’s no tomorrow.” 

He leaned towards me, his heated breath fanning my face. I didn’t need to open my eyes to know how close he was. “I intend to,” he whispered, his tone raspy with desire. 

Would there be no tomorrow? I