CHAPTER 31
Xavier didn’t know what had come over him. He’d nearly confessed to beingin lovewith Justine.
The toasts went well. Then all the dancing. First, the newlyweds. Then the father and daughter, mother and son, and everyone started pairing up on the dancefloor. But he kept wondering how he had managed to lose control of his feelings with Justine, and if she’d seen him acting like a lovesick moron.
“Our turn.” Justine dragged him onto the dance floor for a slow song.
Xavier could hold his own when it came to dancing. He knew he was skilled because if he’d been anything but just okay, Auggie would have brutalized him with the truth. But he’d been to his share of Marine Corps Balls and fancy work dinners, enough to know how to handle himself.
A slow dance with Justine, however, stole his ability to do anything but move with her in slow steps. The feel of her swaying with him, moving in time together, was like making love but with their clothes on. Nothing they did could be construed as inappropriate, but he felt as if they danced under a shower of love. Especially when she smiled up at him and met his short kiss.
Short but overpowering.
He was dazed for the rest of the night, saying all the right things and laughing at the right jokes. But as they entered their room upstairs, he was glad to see he hadn’t been the only one affected.
Justine eyed him like a hungry wolf. “Clothes off.Now.” She slipped out of her dress with real speed. He had just dropped the last of his clothes and reached for her at the same time she flew at him.
They kissed and groped, caressed and stumbled to the bed, where they sank into pure decadence.
She moaned as his lips found her breasts, and when he tried to trail his mouth down her belly between her legs, she wouldn’t let him. “Next time,” she said on a hitched breath. “I want you in me.”
He couldn’t reason, need pressing him to sink inside her. His desire to be a part of her fogged his mind, and he slid home, Justine already wet and hot for him.
“God, you feel good,” he managed and lost himself to her taste and touch. The sex was both frantic and fantastic. No barrier between them, an unspoken consent so that when she cried out and seized around him, he felt no urge to pull back. Instead, he fucked her harder and came on a roar, jetting into the woman he loved with nothing but pleasure.
She tightened around him and stroked his shoulders, and he groaned as he continued to spend.
“Man, you’re sexy.” She kissed him, leading him back to her lips as he came down from his orgasm.
“Holy fuck.”
She laughed. “What a compliment.”
“I’m sorry. I think you broke me.” He swiveled his hips then had to stop, the sensitivity overbearing. “I came so hard. All inyou.” Just saying that turned him on, and he shuddered when his dick twitched.
“I love it.” Justine gave him a naughty wink and kissed him gently, her touch more than welcoming. “I can’t believe what you do to me. And in that suit. I was dying for you all night.”
“Yeah? Because you in that dress made it difficult not to show everyone how hard I was for you all night. Justine, you’re beautiful. So damn gorgeous.”
She flushed with pleasure. So he had to kiss her some more, so gone for this woman it wasn’t funny. No, it was scary, but fear had no place in bed with them tonight. Not when he hadn’t gotten his fill of her yet.
“Let’s soak in the tub. Can you believe this room?” Justine rubbed his chest, toying with his nipples, and he hissed.
“Keep it up and you’ll find yourself fucked again before we hit the water.”
“Promise?” Her naughty grin shouldn’t have surprised him, but every time he thought he knew the woman, she seemed to shift his impression of her. So much for the sex-kitten-girl-next-door vibe. Now she looked like a hungry seductress out to eat him alive.
He rolled them over and sat her over him. “Ride me so I can watch your tits.”
Her eyes narrowed, and the flush that stoked her cheeks returned. Justine liked the dirty talk, and he liked arousing her. She started moving on him, willing his dick back to life. Already wet, the feel of being inside her had him stiff and aching in no time. As she moved, he sat up and drove deeper inside her while he latched onto her nipple, teasing her to a fevered pitch.
She writhed and moaned on top of him, dragging her body up and down.
The sound of her passion excited him, and he pumped up as fast and hard as he could while she took her pleasure. He slidhis hand between them, grazing her clit, which made her bounce harder. The thought that they could have made a child before, and perhaps again, if she weren’t on birth control pushed him to get as close to her as he physically could.
“I’m coming, Xavier. So hard,” she moaned just as he shoved up one more time and spilled into her.
They remained locked together, their bodies in sync as they shared in the joy of belonging.
