“I’m not an idiot. I have the chauffeur up front.” To make his point, he first shut the door and then pressed a little button in the roof. “Rupert, please put up the heat and make sure all the barriers between here and the back seat stay up. We don’t wish to be disturbed. I’ll call you if we need anything at all.”
“My pleasure, sir,” the driver said, his voice tinged with a British accent.
She blushed. “Can he…can he hear us?”
“Not with the divider. It’s discreet, I promise.”
“You’ve had practice with this?” she asked, her voice a bit incredulous but also intrigued. If this was her once-in-a-lifetime story, then she wanted to be bold. The idea of being intimate with his driver just on the other side of the barrier was making her less anxious and a bit excited. I have a voyeur streak, who knew? “Do I want to know how much?”
“Tonight,” Xavier said, kissing her throat and letting his tongue trail over her pulse point. “Let’s just talk about us tonight. Let’s have a break with all the bad history, all those stories that are wearing us down. For right now, let’s make our own.”
She swallowed hard, knowing this was the last chance she had to back out, to be the responsible friend—the same old girl who was always the designated driver at every event. That had just led her to being twenty-four in a dead-end job, and with a broken heart. If nothing else, this would be her one night, an oasis in the crap desert of her life. What was one night of fun? After all, no one would really have to know, outside of Tonya who’d basically blessed their union.
“I think I can live with that,” she said, leaning against the leather of the bench seat. She expected Xavier to go back to kissing her. After all, that’s what they’d been doing out on the club floor.
She was surprised when he got to his knees in the limo before her. He slipped off one pump and started massaging her foot. “You’re beautiful, Sandra, did you know that?”
“Thank you,” she said, unsure how else to respond. Zane had said it so rarely to her. It was amazing to hear that from a man as gorgeous as Xavier, someone who clearly was worldly and rich. “What are you doing?”
He slipped off her other heel and gave her a grin that the devil himself would envy. “I want to show you how beautiful I thought you were, to let you know how much I want to worship you tonight.”
To her shock and pleasure, he started kissing his way up her right leg, his lips feather light as he moved up her shin and then to her knee. His hands caressed and kneaded her thigh before he let his tongue lave over her skin.
Sandra giggled a little and blushed. She’d always been ticklish, and this was something she’d never felt before. The last thing she wanted to do was to kill the mood, but she couldn’t help squirming just a little as he made his way up her leg.
“That feels amazing,” she said.
“Sounds like you’re laughing at me,” he said, his tone playful.
“I’m not! I just am a bit ticklish,” she confessed. “It’s still amazing. Don’t stop.”
“I don’t intend to,” he said as his lips met the fle
sh of her upper thigh. He paused after a while and put his hands on either knee. “Can you spread these gorgeous legs of yours for me?”
She hesitated. “You don’t have to.”
After all, Zane never wanted to. He always complained till I stopped even asking. Oral was such a one-way street.
“I’d love to. Have you never had a man pleasure you this way?”
She sighed. “It was usually more trouble than it was worth. I always had to beg for it, and it wasn’t…he made me feel guilty for asking.”
“There’s no guilt here,” Xavier said, spreading her legs apart and smiling at the apex of her thighs. Reaching out, he traced his fingers over the soft cotton of her underwear. “You’re already ready for me, aren’t you?”
She swallowed, unaware that the heat in her core had made her wet as well. “I didn’t know…I…”
“Lift your hips,” he commanded. “That’s all I want, just to make you feel good.”
She did as she was told, arching her hips as he slid the plain black panties down over her legs, before losing them on the floor. Now she was exposed to him. He could see the soft down of her dark curls over her womanhood. Her breath hitched, and she sat there, scared that he’d reject her. That somehow this perfect moment could go no further.
His green eyes, however, seemed to light up with a fire from within as he smiled. “You,” he said, running a hand through her curls, “are a revelation. Now I’m going to taste you.”
She nodded and hissed as his hands found their way to her secret lips. His strong fingers parted her folds and stroked the skin there. She closed her eyes and leaned back as electricity seemed to sizzle over her skin and sparks danced across her nerves.
“So beautiful, so perfect,” he said, and then his tongue was probing her, plundering deep into her channel.
Sandra mewled and thrust her hips forward, giving Xavier more access to her core. His tongue thrust deeper, and he lapped against her inner walls, devouring the juices therein. Her body shook as the sparks arched over her. His fingers found her most sensitive bundle of nerves and grazed against them, just a slow roll against her pearl. The electricity swelled within her. Then, Xavier started in on her in earnest.