Bachelor Unleashed - Brenda Jackson [20]
“I think I’ve gotten the message,” she said in a soft tone when he released yet another button.
He tilted his head and met her gaze. “Not sure you have yet and not to the degree that I want you to know,” he said in a deep, husky voice. “By the time you get back to your hotel room tonight, there will be no doubt in your mind just how much I’ve truly missed you, Farrah.”
That meant he planned to torture her some more, probably a whole lot more, before it was all over. How far would he go? How far would she let him? Those questions slipped from her mind when her cardigan opened, exposing her lace bra to his view. She knew blue was his favorite color. Had she worn a blue bra for that reason tonight? And one with a front clasp?
He released the front hook, and her body began vibrating in pleasure when he lowered his head to take a hardened nipple into his mouth. “Xavier.” She whimpered his name on a breathless sigh and grabbed ahold of his head. Not to push him away but to keep his mouth right there to feast on her.
Shudders tore into her, touching every part of her body, tearing at nerve endings with every stroke of his tongue on her nipple. She tightened her legs, feeling a throb between them so deep she wanted to scream. She was on the verge of one hell of an explosion. She knew it, and from her past history, he had to know it as well.
It didn’t take penetration to make her come. Xavier’s mouth anywhere on her was known to do the trick. She had a feeling this would be one of those times, because tonight he was being generous and naughty, a combination that could cost her. At that moment, though, nothing seemed more important than having him suck her nipples like he was doing now.
Unless he decided he wanted to…
The thought of his tongue sliding between her womanly folds had her releasing a trembling breath, and when she felt his hand work its way under her skirt to touch a thigh, she couldn’t help but groan out loud. She needed to get laid and bad. The hot ache between her thighs was all but demanding it, and the mouth planted firmly on her breast seconded that motion.
“We’ve reached the Waldorf Astoria, Mr. Kane.”
The sound of the driver’s voice was a colder blast than the one she’d felt when they’d walked out of the restaurant. Why now, when she’d been so close to her body fragmenting in one sensuous explosion? Talk about lousy timing.
She looked up and met Xavier’s gaze and knew he was thinking the same thing. She also knew what else he was thinking…
Farrah drew in a deep breath and watched as he palmed delicately over her breasts before he began refastening her bra. “Circle the block one more time, Jules,” he said.
“Just one block, sir?”
“Yes.”
By the time the vehicle began moving again, a semblance of Farrah’s common sense had returned. But the part still lurking out there in Blissville had her worried because she was fully aware just what an orgasm at the hands and mouth of Xavier Kane could mean. She would sleep well tonight and wake up tomorrow probably craving even more.
She knew she had to regain control and not succumb to a weakness of the body nor a deep addiction for him. When he had buttoned her sweater and pulled the lapels of her coat together, he met her gaze. And then while she was still nestled snugly in his lap, he lowered his head and kissed her again.
This kiss had all the intensity of the last, probably more so, and she could only kiss him back while shudders shook her from head to toe. When he finally released her mouth moments later, it was on the tip of that same tongue he’d just ravished to ask him up to her room for a nightcap, although they would both know the true intent of the invitation.
But a part of her kept from doing so. It was the part that couldn’t forget or let go of the pain she’d felt the day Dustin had asked for a divorce to marry another woman.
“I got my bottle of wine and you have yours,” Xavier said softly close to her moist lips. “How about if we…”
“Drink them separately,” she finished for him.
He leaned back, lifted a brow and