A Mistress, a Scandal, a Ring

‘No.’ He caught her wrists and pulled her arms above her head. ‘You’re beautiful.’

And then he came down onto the bed and lost himself in a thorough, sensual exploration of her body. Her pleasure, he quickly discovered, intensified his, and he let her responses guide him, paying close attention to her soft gasps and delightful moans, to the little telltale shivers that rippled through her body.

One by one he found her pleasure spots. By the time he trailed kisses along her smooth inner thighs he knew she was close to the edge.

Remembering how he’d made her climax on the sofa, he used his hands and mouth in the same way now, and within seconds her spine arched and she cried out and came in a beautiful, shuddering rush.

Heat ripped through his body, and in that moment he knew that watching Jordan in the contorted throes of orgasm was the single most erotic experience of his life.

He sheathed himself with a condom and noticed that his hands shook.

‘Xavier...’ Her voice was husky, plaintive, and he moved over her, covering her body with his.

‘I’m here, amante.’

Her hands stroked over the muscles of his shoulders and back and down to his buttocks, drawing him to her as he positioned himself between her spread legs. Their gazes meshed for a moment, then he drove his hips forward and they both gasped as he thrust himself deep inside her.

His breath shuddered out of him, and then Jordan raised her knees and tilted her pelvis, causing friction, and he hurriedly sank his fingers into her hip.

‘Wait,’ he rasped, teeth gritted, needing a moment to rein himself in.

He closed his eyes. She was so hot. So tight. He felt her flesh stretch to accommodate his considerable width, then contract again, gripping him along every sensitised inch of his shaft.

‘Xavier?’

He opened his eyes, saw uncertainty and concern on her beautiful, flushed face.

She reached up and lightly touched his clenched jaw. ‘Is...is everything all right?’

He relaxed his expression. ‘Sí, querida,’ he said, his voice hoarse. ‘Everything is perfect.’ He smoothed her hair back from her forehead and kissed her on the mouth. ‘You’re perfect.’

He moved and felt the tight, greedy clench of her internal muscles as he slowly drew out and then, at the last possible moment, plunged back in. The sensations were exquisite, torturous.

The slow, steady rhythm he’d intended to set to coax her towards climax again lasted all of five seconds.

He couldn’t hold back. His body screamed for release. Demanded that he take. With a low groan of surrender he gave himself over to the dark, animalistic urges inside him and let go, each thrust harder, deeper than the last.

Jordan wound her arms around his neck, raised her mouth to his ear and whispered something shockingly dirty that drove him over the edge.

And then there was nothing but a streak of white-hot sensation and the rough, savage sound that ripped from his throat.

* * *

It took Jordan a long while to float back to earth. For a time she wondered how all the tiny scattered pieces of her could possibly reassemble themselves so that she looked and felt the same as before—and then she decided they wouldn’t.

It wasn’t possible.

After that mind-blowing, body-shattering experience she would never be the same again.

She would certainly never look at sex in the same light. Because now she knew. Knew that what she’d experienced with Josh had been a pale imitation of what true unbridled passion looked like. That sex with a man who elevated her pleasure above his, who knew where to find every erogenous zone on her body and how to make her feel worshipped and desired, was a thrilling experience every heterosexual woman should have at least once in her life.

Not that Jordan could imagine once being enough.

Not even close.

‘What are you thinking?’

The deep rumble of Xavier’s voice penetrated her thoughts. Without lifting her cheek off his shoulder she tilted her face to his. She lay in the circle of his arms