He kissed and licked every glorious inch of her flesh, sinking his fingers into the buttery soft skin, letting her cries and moans soak into his senses and feed his arousal. When he buried his face between her legs, he found her swollen and ready and radiating the soft, musky scent of her desire, a scent and taste that had lost none of the potency of old and darted straight into his burning loins.
Time had dulled the potency of the effect of Xavi’s lovemaking. It must have done becausethis… He’d barely opened her up to him and pressed his tongue to her throbbing nub before Beth was riding a climax she’d been barely aware of forming under the weight of sensation ravaging the entirety of her being, a climax she was still riding when he kissed his way back up to her mouth.
Throbbing with desperation for his possession, she cupped his face tightly as their mouths and tongues entwined and lifted her thighs to wrap her legs around him. She could hardly breathe for anticipation, could hear nothing over the roar of her heart and the groans coming from Xavi’s throat.
His hand skimmed her belly and her pubis as he reached for the weighty arousal straining against the top of her thigh, and she adjusted herself as he took hold of himself to press the tip right in the place they both needed it.
He filled her with one deep thrust.
The pleasure was so intense that she cried into his mouth, cries repeated as he began to move. With kisses as deep as his penetration, he drove into her with his hips, gripping her thighs to push them farther back and shrinking the world so it contained only them.
Lost in the paradise of Xavi’s possession, Beth closed her eyes and sank into the swell of sensation. She was no more ready for her climax than she’d been for her first, and when it came, she could no more stop it than she could stop her heart from beating. It rippled out of her like a crescendo from deep within her, wave upon wave of pulsating rapture. So powerful were the ripples that she was barely conscious of Xavi’s fingers biting into her thighs or the fevered drive of his thrusts, his deepening groans a distant echo until he came into sharp focus with a roar as he bucked into her one last, violent time, catching the swell of her abating climax and driving her back into a state of bliss that carried her off into another dimension.
Chapter Seven
XAVI SPLASHED COLDwater on his face and took stock of his reflection. He expelled a long breath of relief to find it was the usual face staring back at him. The sensation that something had changed within him had been a delusion born from incredible sex.
Dios,incrediblehardly did it justice.
Patting himself dry, he took another moment to compose himself and let his heart rate settle. One last look in the mirror to double-check it really was his face reflecting at him, and then he strolled back into the bedroom.
Beth was propped against the headboard in almost the same pose he’d waited for her in earlier. The difference was that she’d covered herself in the bedsheets.
‘Hello, lover,’ she said softly. There was a gleam in her eye that was so unexpectedly familiar, his throat caught. It was a gleam that only appeared after making love.
Breathing through the tightness, he padded to the bed. She pulled the sheets off with deliberate seduction, exposing her breasts as she welcomed him back.
He’d climbed off her only minutes ago. He shouldn’t be feeling fresh twinges in loins that were still fizzing from the strength of his orgasm. Shouldn’t be, but Beth wasn’t a normal woman. She was a goddess, and her breasts were manna from heaven.
What the hell. He wasn’t losing anything by allowing her to tempt him into taking the manna into his mouth. This was their bedroom, and what they did in it had no effect on his working life or his self-control.
She sighed with pleasure at his sucking of her breast, and arched her back. ‘God, that feels good.’
‘Youfeel good.’ He licked around the peak before gently biting it. ‘Give me a little time,mi vida. I’m not twenty-four anymore.’
Her grin was sinfully wicked. ‘Definea little time.’
Laughter rose, and he trailed his tongue up her throat and kissed her with a growl before flopping onto his back beside her. Wriggling down, she curled into him with her cheek on his chest.
For the longest time, they just lay there, Xavi stroking her back, Beth’s fingers making circular motions around his nipple.
‘How many men have you been with since we broke up?’ he asked casually. It was a question he’d wondered virtually every day they’d spent apart.
Her fingers stilled. ‘Why do you want to know?’
‘Curiosity.’ All the nights he’d had to drive away images of Beth sharing her goddess body with a faceless man. The times she posted a photo of herself out drinking with men… Those nights had been the worst for him.
‘Curiosity killed the cat.’
‘Is that another English saying?’
‘Yep. Let’s just say I’ve spent the intervening years enjoying my life and leave it at that.’
Beth would rather boil her head than tell him the truth.
‘What if I don’t want to leave it at that?’
‘Then tough. I don’t want to know about all the women you’ve been with.’ Bad enough torturing herself with guesses. Having it confirmed…
