Page 65 of Guarded from Danger

“Don’t you want to go in the bedroom?”

“No. It’s so pretty in here. With the flowers and candles… this is perfect.”

“Ah, Luce.” Xavier leans over and lifts me, one hand under my butt, the other behind my back. I wrap my legs around his waist as he settles us back on the couch, this time so I’m on his lap. His arousal nudges at me, thick and insistent, and I can feel myself opening for him. “You are so damn perfect.”

“So are you.”

Then I gasp as he thrusts inside me, filling me, finally bringing us together as one.

And itisperfect.

All of it.

Feeling him move, first slowly, every stroke a torturous drag of skin against skin.

Then faster. Harder. More desperate.

Perspiration dampens our bodies and our breaths grow quick. My lungs burn when I forget to breathe; all my attention focused on this incredible connection.

Xavier lifts me up and down, controlling the pace, his arms flexing with every move. And it’s so sexy, letting him take the lead like this, watching his muscles work as he brings me pleasure…

It’s so perfect, I don’t want it to end.

But inevitably, my body reaches its threshold, and with one deep thrust, I explode. All my muscles tensing, even my fingers and toes, as I reach that incredible climax. My inner walls pulse in undulating waves, clutching at him, ripples of sheer pleasure radiating through my body.

Only seconds later, Xavier comes with a shout, stiffening inside me. Heat fills me, and I have a flash of thought—what if we decide to stop the birth control one day?

What if we decide to try for a baby?

Not now, not when things are still so unsettled. Not when we haven’t discussed long-term plans and marriage.

But maybe one day.

Once the aftershocks subside, Xavier lifts me off of him and goes to get a washcloth to clean both of us up. As he walks back to the couch, he gives me an appreciative look, his gaze skimming across my naked body.

“You really are beautiful,” he says. Perching on the edge of the couch, he wipes my skin in long, sensual strokes. “Your body, of course. But not just that. Everything about you is beautiful. Your heart. Your mind. Your generous soul.”

“Honey.” Sitting up, I wrap my arms around him, tipping my head back to meet his gaze. “You’re the sweetest and most beautiful person I’ve ever met.”

“I’m not sweet,” he teases.

“Yes, you are.”

Xavier pulls me back onto his lap and kisses me softly. “So are you.”

We look at each other, sharing something deeper than words.

And then my stomach lets out a loud grumble.

Chuckling, he says, “I think your stomach is telling us something.”

“I suppose we could eat. And then maybe some dancing and more ravishing?”

“Absolutely.” He pauses. “I guess we should get dressed, huh? At least for the eating part?”

I make a mock sad-face. “I guess so.”

Just as we get off the couch, Xavier’s phone chimes in a sharp, staccato rhythm. He freezes mid-step, his face clouding ashe says, “We only use that number for official B and A business. I don’t want to interrupt our evening, but?—”

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