Bachelor Unleashed - Brenda Jackson [34]
And she knew he wasn’t through with her yet when she heard him tear open a condom package.
Then there it was. The head of his erection probing where his mouth had been. He lifted her hips up in his hands the moment he thrust into her. The surge of pleasure that ripped through her with this coming together made her scream. That only pushed him to go deeper, made his strokes stronger. “Xavier!”
He lifted his head to stare down at her, and the primal look in his eyes almost made her lose her breath while at the same time it triggered another explosion within her. She had wanted to be naughty, but he was making her crazy.
And then he bucked, thrust harder, went deeper and her boot-clad legs tightened around him, greedy for everything he wanted to give and ready to take it. She didn’t have long to wait for his release. Hot molten liquid shot everywhere inside of her, lubricating her inner walls with the very essence of him. “Farrah!”
He had thrown his head back and her name came out as a deep growl from his throat, and he then lowered his head to take her mouth, to feed greedily off of it, as his body continued to thrust insatiably inside of her. Harder.
She screamed again as spasms shook her. When had making love to any man been this good? And she knew at that moment it could only be this way with Xavier.
He broke off the kiss, and his forehead came to rest against hers when their bodies slowed. She breathed in a deep, trembling breath as she stared up at him.
“Satisfied?” he asked, staring down at her. His shirt was unbuttoned to his waist and he was still wearing his pants. She could just imagine how erotic things would have gotten if they’d been naked.
“Very,” she said, smiling up at him and meaning every word. He was still inside of her. Still hard. The man had more staying power than anyone she knew.
“Good.” He paused a minute then asked, “So what do you think, Farrah?” It took her a moment to follow him. He was deliberately countering the question she’d asked him earlier.
She released a deep breath. “I can’t think at the moment. Ask me again later.”
He chuckled as he slowly eased out of her and proceeded to pull her panties back up and pull her dress down. He then buttoned his shirt.
“I can just imagine what your driver is probably thinking, though,” she said, sitting up.
Xavier chuckled. “Jules is probably grateful he got to spend time with his old Navy buddy. He’s worked for me for a while and knows—”
“How you operate?”
He glanced over at her while tucking his shirt back inside his pants. For some reason, that statement bothered him. “And how do you think I operate, Farrah?”
She leaned back against the seat of the car and closed her eyes. “Ask me later. I told you, I can’t think now. I just want to savor the moment.”
And he thought he wouldn’t mind savoring some more of her. Not understanding why he needed to do so, what exactly was driving him, he caught her off guard when he leaned over and kissed her with the same degree of passion he’d demonstrated earlier but with far less desperation. He wanted this to be slow pleasure that was meant to be savored, relished and enjoyed. And from the unhurried and leisurely way her tongue was mating with his, he knew that it was.
When he released her mouth, her head fell back against the seat cushions, and she stared at him as if she was incapable of saying anything. He couldn’t help but smile, pleased he’d kissed any words from her lips for the time being.
“What was that for?” she finally was able to ask.
“Ask me later. I can’t think now,” he said rezipping his pants.
She laughed and playfully punched him in the arm. “Funny. You’re a regular comedian who happens to be a damn good kisser.”
“Earned brownie points, did I?”
“Yes, you most certainly did. I don’t know many guys like you.”
“I’m glad to hear it,” he said, pulling his cell phone out of the pocket of his jacket and punching a lone number. “Jules, how far are we from port?” he asked, glancing out the window while working his arms into the sleeves of his jacket. He nodded and then said,