What the Lightning Sees: Part One Read online

  “No one will ever know. They think you’re on set. For me?” he asked.

  I started to chew the inside of my cheek. I wanted to go with him but I really should be working.

  “I’m going to take you to my favorite place in Paris,” he said, and I knew I had to go with him.

  “So basically, you could have brought us anywhere in Paris, and you chose The Gates of Hell?” I asked, glancing up at him. We had arrived at the Rodin Museum and we were staring up at one of his most famous works.

  Jake threw his head back and belly laughed. “I suppose.”

  I followed the sinewy bodies up and down, trying to make sense of the shapes as they merged into each other. “Is it a metaphor?” I asked.

  “The door?” he asked.

  “No, our trip here.”

  “A metaphor for what?”

  “For what’s next,” I replied. Were we at the start of something between us? Did he think it was going to be difficult? Was this a warning?

  “I hope not,” he said and he clasped and released the top of my arm, making my skin tingle underneath my layers.

  I tried to concentrate on Rodin’s door. I’d seen stuff of his before but this was so . . . disturbing.

  We made our way through the museum. “See, this is beautiful,” I said, pointing to a small plaster sculpture of a couple kissing. “Eternal Springtime,” I read from the plaque.

  “It’s not so different to the Gates,” Jake said.

  I watched him. How could he think they were at all similar? Love and hell were the same thing? Was that what he was saying?

  “See, the desperation is the same. The frustration. It’s in these figures as much as the ones trying to escape hell.”

  “How depressing,” I replied.

  “I don’t think it’s depressing at all.” He smiled at me and his eyes did that crinkly thing at the corner and my stomach tilted. I felt as if we were on dangerous territory.

  “Okay, what about this one, Mr. Art Critic?” I pointed to a small bronze of a man whose arms and legs were everywhere.

  “Yeah, that’s just a guy getting hammered. There’s no meaning there.”

  I laughed. “Bacchus in the Vat,” I read from the sign. “You’re right.”

  “I’m always right.”

  I rolled my eyes and followed him across the room.

  “This is my favorite,” he said as he stilled in front of “The Kiss.”

  Of course, it was just a representation, but it was such an intimate sculpture. “It’s like we’re peeping Toms,” I said.

  He nodded. “It’s intense.”

  “And beautiful,” I said as I stared up at the tangle of limbs.

  “You can tell he thinks she’s totally worth it,” he said softly.

  “I think he’s cast a spell on her. She looks . . .” I couldn’t finish what I was saying. I was aware of Jake’s eyes on me and I daren’t meet them or I might be cast under the same spell as the woman in front of me.

  After the Rodin Museum we wandered across to Ile de la Cité.

  “Tell me about Luke,” Jake said as he gestured for me to sit at a table outside one of the cafes. He looked at me as he ordered some wine from our waiter. He didn’t even try to speak French.

  “What do you want to know?” I asked as the waiter scurried away.

  “Anything. Pick something.” Jake moved his chair closer to mine and his thighs brushed my knees.

  Where was he going with this? “He’s a lawyer, although I think he’d prefer to have done something creative. He’d never tell me that, but I think he probably regrets that he didn’t do something else. When he was younger, he wanted to be a chef.”

  “What else?” He looked at me as if he could pull out all my secrets with a blink of his eyes.

  I unwrapped my scarf from my neck and opened the top buttons of my coat. “We’re close. We always were and then after our parents—and Ash has been in love with him for the longest time.”

  He grinned. “Ash is in love with your brother?”

  “What’s so funny?”

  “It’s just, until about a minute ago, I thought Luke might be your boyfriend.”

  “Ewww, that’s gross.”

  “I thought so too. Any other men in your life I need to know about?”

  My heart jumped in my chest. What was he asking me? “Jake.”

  He reached across and cupped my neck, pushing his fingers into the bottom of my bun. “Take your hair down, Haven.”

  I paused, not knowing how to respond. My fingers fumbled over his and pulled out a pin, and then another. There were five altogether. After the third my hair started to sag. I took a deep breath and took out the final two.

  “I like it like this,” he whispered and leaned into me and placed a small kiss on my neck.

  I closed my eyes. “What are you doing?”

  “What you’ve been thinking about me doing all day,” he replied as he lowered his lips to my neck again.

  My skin heated as if I were being branded by him. What was happening? I didn’t fall for men like him, but every part of my mind and body was being pulled toward him. I turned slightly as he shifted his head so our foreheads met.

  Here we were, at the gate to somewhere. I just hoped it wasn’t hell.

  “I want to go back to the hotel with you,” he whispered.

  I started to chew the inside of my cheek. I wanted to go back to the hotel with him too.

  I reached up and quickly pecked him on the lips and pulled away, creating a newly formed gap between our bodies.

  “Jake, stop,” I said. I needed space before I lost all control.

  “I bet you are so sweet on my tongue.”

  “I’m serious,” I whispered. “I can’t go back to the hotel with you. We’re colleagues and you’re . . . ”

  Jake

  I put my fingers to her lips. I wanted her to stop giving herself an explanation as to why she wasn’t going to sleep with me. I’d have her in Paris and she knew it. We were being drawn to each other.

  “Let’s go,” I said, indicating to our waiter that I wanted our bill.

  “I’ll get this,” Haven said, reaching for the ticket.

  “No you won’t. Don’t try and argue with me.”

  We flagged down a cab back to the hotel.

  “I can’t sleep with you Jake,” she said. Her eyes were on her lap as she twisted her hands. She wasn’t very convincing.

  “Maybe not today,” I replied.

  Although we didn’t speak, the silence between us wasn’t heavy, it was just the buzz of something to come and I was impatient.

  We took the lift to our rooms.

  “I’ll see you tomorrow,” she said.

  “We should eat, we’ve not had dinner,” I said.

  “I’m tired. I want to get into my pyjamas and lie brainless in front of the television. I think I’ll order room service.”

  “Great idea. Give me ten minutes, you can change, I can shower, and I’ll be back and we can have room service.” I grinned. If we weren’t going to sleep together, then just being with her was the next best thing.

  She rolled her eyes. “Room service isn’t a euphemism you know,” she said.

  I laughed. “I know. If you try and jump me, I’ll be offended.”

  She shook her head. “Okay. Don’t be long because I’m hungry.”

  I dumped my bags and splashed my face with cold water.

  Shit. I liked her. Shit. I really liked her.

  I kicked off my shoes and grabbed my phone, finding my sister’s number in my recently dialled history.

  “How’s Paris? Been to see Rodin’s naked bodies yet?” she asked.

  “Am I so predictable? But yeah, this afternoon.”

  “Did you take Haven?”

  “Why do you ask?”

  “I think you like her. I think you’d want her to see your favorite place in Paris.”

  I smiled into the phone. “I think I like her too.”

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bsp; “Does she like you?”

  “I think she’s holding herself back, stopping herself. I need to find out why. You people with the vaginas are so complicated.”

  “Don’t blame it on the vaginas, brother, or I’m going to start to talk to you about penises, then you’re going to heave and it’s all going to go very badly.”

  “Point taken.”

  “Listen, if I know you at all, I know you always get exactly what you set for. If you want her bad enough, you’ll make it happen.”

  She was right. I needed to encourage Haven to let go and take a risk with me.

  Haven opened her door with a hairbrush in her hand. I took in her hair spread across her shoulders, semi covering a lace camisole. Jesus, her tits were amazing. How had I not noticed them before? She’d taken off her make-up and she seemed more beautiful, if that was possible.

  My gaze travelled down her body. She was wearing pyjamas similar to the ones she had on when I bumped into her in the street. They clung tight like leggings across her body.

  Room service might have been a mistake. I wasn’t sure I would be in control of what I was doing if I stepped across the threshold.

  “Haven.”

  “Don’t look at me like that,” she said. She released the door and headed back into her bedroom. It was as much of an invitation as I was going to get. I took it, and strode in after her. I followed her across the room. As she realised I was heading toward her she spun around to face me and backed away. I kept walking and she moved back until she couldn’t go any farther. My body was just inches from hers.

  “Give me the hairbrush,” I said.

  “What? Why? I’m not going to hit you with it,” she replied.

  “Hairbrush.”

  She reluctantly gave it to me. I took her hand and led her back over to the bed. I took a seat and pulled her between my knees. “Turn round.”

  “You’re not going to hit me with it either, right?” she asked.

  “Jesus Haven, I’m going to brush your hair. Why do you think I might hit you with the hairbrush?”

  She shrugged. “I don’t know what you’re into. I’ve read Fifty Shades of Grey.”

  “What, and he hits her with a hairbrush?”

  She laughed. “No, but . . .”

  She turned around and I started to brush her hair. “I’m not going to hit you—I would never do that. When we sleep together, I’ll be in charge, make no mistake, but I’m never going to hit you.”

  “When we sleep together?”

  “Yes, when. It won’t be tonight, but it will happen, Haven.”

  She turned back around to face me. “I’m not a possession to have and then throw away, Jake,” she said.

  “I know.” I cupped her face in my hand.

  “And I’m not going to have sex with you.”

  “Soon,” I said. I was even surer of that now. Every moment I spent with her, my feelings for her grew. I wanted to spend time with her, share things with her.

  “No, Jake.”

  “Shhhh.” I turned her back around and set to work freeing the knots from her hair.

  “How long have you and Ash known each other?”

  “Since we were two. Our mothers were best friends. I know what she’s thinking before she does.”

  “And Luke’s not interested in her?”

  She glanced over her shoulder at me. “Why? Are you?” Was she jealous at the mention of another woman? That I could work with.

  I fell back onto the bed, pulling her down next to me. “I think you know that the only person I’m interested in is you.”

  I propped myself up on my elbow as she lay on her back, watching me as I looked at her.

  “I think you’re used to getting what you want,” she said, giving me a small amount of insight into why she was holding herself back. I couldn’t argue, she was right.

  “And I think I’ve become a challenge,” she continued.

  “Maybe that’s true.” I liked that she was challenging, that she hadn’t just given in to me, but that wasn’t it for me. Haven was a total package and I liked the whole thing.

  “I think that when you’ve conquered that challenge, you’ll be on to the next.”

  I couldn’t blame her for assuming that, but I knew myself well enough to know that wasn’t it. “I can understand why you would think that,” I said as I trailed my fingers across her full, red lips and down her neck.

  “You’re not going to try and convince me that that’s not what will happen?”

  I shook my head as my hand continued its journey between her breasts.

  “How come?” she asked, her words uneven as she tried to keep her breath steady. I smiled at her reaction and bent to kiss her.

  Haven

  What was I thinking, letting him in my room? I must be crazy. I was in my pig pyjamas for god’s sake.

  As he dragged his lips across mine in a half kiss, my body bowed to his and I pushed up my chin. What is he doing? What am I doing? I put my hand to his chest in the hopes of pushing him away, but as my palm met the hard, hot surface of him, I wanted to feel more.

  I reached up to his shoulders, which were straining the material of his shirt. I wanted him closer. His hand trailed from my neck to my waist, pulling me deeper under his spell. I knew I shouldn’t give in to him, but it was as if I had no choice.

  He moved his leg between mine, the denim of his jeans scraping against the cotton of my pyjamas. His hot breath was sweet on my skin just before his tongue pushed between my lips and gently traced the underside of sensitive flesh. Holy crap.

  My breaths came short in my throat and my mouth widened, my tongue desperate to meet his again. He crashed against me like he couldn’t wait a moment longer, my groans meeting his.

  He shifted so he was on top of me, the weight of him all consuming. His erection pushed against my thigh and I wondered how long it would be until he was inside me. My fingers pressed into the hard muscles of his back. He felt so good, so right—as if he were mine.

  “Jake,” I whispered as his lips moved to explore my neck. My hands found his hair. “Jake.” He went lower, not stopping at my cotton-covered breasts, down to my stomach and the exposed skin between my camisole and the waistband of my pyjamas.

  “Do you want me to stop?” he asked as he paused and watched me looking at him.

  Stop? Why would I want him to stop kissing me? I shook my head and he smiled. His kisses travelled to one hip and then to the other, his teeth skimming my skin in the most delicious dance. Air breezed over my stomach as my camisole rode up and Jake started to pull at my pyjamas. I twisted my body to discourage him, but it did anything but.

  “Jake,” I said, sitting up on my elbows. What was he doing?

  “Do you trust me?” he asked.

  Did I? I knew I shouldn’t, he was way too handsome, too charming, too . . . “I don’t know.”

  “Trust me, baby. I’m going to make you feel so good.”

  He brought my pyjamas down, revealing my nakedness and I rolled onto my stomach in embarrassment.

  “Haven, no.” He pulled at my hips, turning me back toward him. “Don’t turn away from me. Not ever.”

  I stopped resisting him. I couldn’t say no to him, didn’t want to.

  He hooked my leg over his shoulder and slid his hands under my ass as he began kissing my inner thigh, higher and higher.

  “Jake, what are you doing?”

  “Shhhh.” He quietened me like his kisses were opium. His lips were soft and gentle with an undercurrent of passion, hiding, waiting.

  His mouth went straight to my clitoris, circling the nub of nerves and it started pulsing, coming to life. He slid lower and the torture of his tongue leaving one place was replaced with the ecstasy of it reaching another. I began to give in to him, then I remembered where I was and who I was with.

  “No,” I said sharply, and scrambled from underneath him.

  He caught my wrist. “What is it?”

  “I just . . . ”


  “Did you come and I didn’t notice?” He grinned at me.

  “No, I just . . . I won’t.” I was starting to panic at the thought of what was happening.

  “What?” he asked, dragging me back to him.

  “I won’t. I won’t be able to. Come. Not with you.”

  I’d had one serious boyfriend and he was the only one to ever make me come, and it had taken him months of trying. In the end I think my clitoris took pity on him. I’d given up hoping that I’d have something more with a lover.

  He looked at me quizzically for a second, then growled. “Oh yes you will.” He pulled my legs open and pushed his tongue against me. Just as it got to be too much he slid his fingers into me. I hadn’t any strength left and collapsed back onto the bed.

  “Shit, Jake.”

  He didn’t say anything, he just kept his rhythm pushing and pulling, licking and sucking, circling and pressing. My breath was being chased out of my lungs as he drove me higher and higher. I fisted the sheets below me.

  The sensation of his touch and his tongue and his breath coursed through my body, reaching the tips of my fingers.

  At some point I lost control. In that moment, my body belonged to him. I belonged to him.

  From somewhere far away my orgasm came barrelling toward me, quickly surging, pushing. What. Was. Happening? It was loud, like thunder. A huge wave crashed over me, wiping me out. My eyes clamped shut and my lids burned red.

  I came back down to earth, panting and barely conscious. Jake was pulling up my pyjamas and I managed to lift my ass to help him.

  “You look beautiful,” he said softly and disappeared into the bathroom. I was sure I looked like I’d been in the very thunderstorm that had just passed through my body.

  When he returned less than a minute later, I hadn’t moved.

  “Hey,” I said.

  “Hey,” he replied as he crawled up the bed and sat against the pillows. “Come here.” He held out his arm, gesturing me toward him. I was unsure of this bit. Did he expect me to take the lead? I moved nearer to him and he pulled me closer, my head on his chest. “You okay?”

  I nodded. “I don’t normally . . .”

  “So you said.” He chuckled.

  “Don’t be an asshole about it.” I was so embarrassed by my confession, which was compounded by the fact that he’d proven me wrong.