It was the hottest, most intense orgasm she’d ever had, exhilarating and yet embarrassing at the same time, because she came so fast and hard she couldn’t control herself. Couldn’t hold back the loud moan that climbed her throat or stop the almost violent contortion of her body as the spasms of pleasure hurtled through her.
Mortified, she turned her flaming face into a pillow as Xavier rose from between her legs. How had she fooled herself into thinking even for a second that he wouldn’t be in total control of this encounter? Of her.
He slid his hand under her cheek and turned her face towards him. She kept her eyes closed and he laughed softly.
‘It’s a little late for shyness, amante.’
She forced herself to look at him. ‘You’ve still got all your clothes on,’ she croaked, ‘and I’ve already—’ She threw her forearm over her eyes, unable to finish.
He eased her arm away and made her look at him again. ‘The first of many,’ he said, his voice a deep purr of promise that sent a delicious shiver down her spine.
His head lowered and her embarrassment receded beneath a surge of anticipation as those sensual lips descended towards hers.
And then a loud chirruping sound came from the other end of the sofa and he tensed above her.
It took her a moment to realise it was his phone ringing.
He swore and started to draw away, and for a second she wanted to wrap her arms around his neck, pull him down to her and demand he not answer it.
He did answer it. Of course. And she saw his expression change as he listened, saw how after a minute he frowned down at her, naked and spreadeagled on the cushions, as if he were only just then noticing her and wondering why a naked woman was lying on his sofa.
Mortification flooded back. Along with a cold dose of sanity. Swiftly she sat up, covering her breasts with her arm while reaching with her other hand for her discarded clothing.
Xavier turned away, sparing her the indignity of having to dress in front of him. He was speaking now, in a rapid stream of Spanish, and his voice grew muted as he walked into another room.
Jordan dressed quickly—and then didn’t know what to do with herself. Or what to think of herself, for that matter, after what had just happened.
She walked over to the window and took a couple of deep breaths.
Madness.
That was what it had felt like. Crazy and breathless and desperate, and well beyond anything she’d experienced.
Not that she had a ton of experience with men. Josh had been her one and only lover. They’d worked at the same hospital in Sydney, so she’d known him for several months before they dated and slept together. After several more months he’d suggested she move in with him and she had, believing for a time that he was the one.
Foolish her. Josh was already married—to his career. He didn’t need a wife—just a woman who would stroke his ego and happily take a back seat to his ambition to become the best and most lauded cardiothoracic surgeon in the world.
Ellie, bless her, had helped her move her things out of his place, given her a great big sympathy hug and then told her she’d done the right thing ‘dumping that arrogant jerk’.
Jordan blew out a heavy breath. Xavier had Josh beaten hands down in the arrogance department.
She closed her eyes and leaned her forehead against the glass.
Heaven help her.
CHAPTER SEVEN
XAV DROPPED HIS phone onto the dresser in the master suite and went through to the bathroom. He leaned over the basin on the marble vanity and sluiced his face in cold water, then grabbed a towel and scrubbed his skin dry.
What he desperately needed to do was douse his entire body in ice-cold water, but he didn’t have time for a shower.
His brother was downstairs in his office. It had been Ramon on the phone.
Xav cursed. Ramon had told him days ago—and reminded him during their phone call yesterday—that he was bringing his wife, Emily, and their baby daughter, Katie, to Barcelona for a week. They’d agreed to have lunch today to discuss the Reynaud deal, among other things.
How the hell had he forgotten?
He braced his palms on the edge of the vanity unit and pulled in a shuddering breath.