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Joshua knew this was her doing. His mum must have told her that he loved creme-filled pastries.
The bathroom door opened, and Nazalie stepped out.
She was wearing a silk robe that was loosely tied around her waist. Her hair cascaded down her back in spiral black curls. She wasn't wearing any makeup, so Joshua could see the freckles on her light brown skin. She looked like a cat; the way she smiled when she saw him. She was obviously up to something. Joshua could see the outline of her black lace bra he had picked out himself.
"You're back," Nazalie said in a sultry voice.
He knew what she was trying to do. He smirked. If only she knew. She didn't need to act 'sexy' to seduce him. Even if she was wearing an oversized bed sheet, she'd still be sexy to him. But he wasn't complaining; he wanted to see where this was going.
Nazalie held his hand and led him to a chair. Joshua was already chewing on the treats on the table. This was going to be interesting.
She leaned down slightly to fill up his glass. He could see her ample chest from the opening in the robe. Joshua had to adjust his pants. They were getting too tight around the crotch. He suddenly forgot how to chew.
"I got this for you," Joshua said, a little too loudly.
He placed the box in her hands and guzzled down the wine in the glass placed before him. His throat was suddenly dry.
She opened the box quickly. The pleasant look of surprise on her face made Joshua feel proud.
"Would you help me put it on?" She asked, pulling the rope that held her silk robe loose for no particular reason.
Joshua put the necklace on her, momentarily ignoring her scantily clad body. His restraint broke when his fingers touched her skin.
Something primal flamed and smoldered in the depth of Joshua's blue, deep-set eyes. Without warning, he reached for her, pulling her into the hard, unyielding heat of his powerful body. His mouth plunged down in hot, urgent demand on hers. Excitement exploded through Nazalie, and she couldn’t breathe because of her thundering heart and the heightened effect on her senses.
Joshua had too often played it safe simply to protect himself from the risk of hurt and rejection. Still, something about Nazalie destroyed his defences, blew his heart wide open. She made him want to give instead, to open up to her. It was either she was a witch, or he was whipped. She met his eyes with sexual hunger.
Joshua marvelled that he had the power to make him feel that way. Another kiss and he was stripping off her robe, peeling away her bra to curve gentle caressing fingers to her swollen nipples. His every touch was sending fire to her core.
Nazalie twisted against Joshua, fingers clenching into his luxuriant hair to hold him close. She kissed him with all the passion that seemed to have been repressed for so long. She wanted him to hurry up. Quick to get the message that speed could be an advantage, Joshua kissed her fervently. At the same time, he was hauling off his jacket, ditching his tie and working on his shirt buttons. Nazalie spread her fingers across his hard-muscled bronzed torso, appreciating the lithe strength and raw masculinity of his powerful body. He lifted her off him, disposed of his well-cut pants and stretched out beside her on the bed. However, he lay still for barely a second before he sat up again to study her semi-naked length with burnished eyes of appreciation.
‘I want you so much it’s painful to hold back,’ Joshua groaned. His fingertip was toying teasingly with the shallow indentation of her belly button, and then straying down over her mound to more responsive territory and skating over the taut, damp triangular material stretched beneath.
He sprang off the bed and shed his tailored trousers, the male bulge of arousal prominent in his fitted boxers. Nazalie was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, and she couldn’t take her eyes off him. That lithe, slender body called to him on a visceral level. Desire, he was discovering, incited much more overwhelming responses than he could ever have guessed. He had never dreamt he could want to touch a woman so badly.
Joshua used his mouth to tease her dark nipples, suckling and lingering to torment while he kneaded the full mounds of her breasts. Little involuntary sounds escaped her throat, and when he ran a hand up her inner thigh. Joshua raked a finger down over the tight, damp fabric of her panties, and she shuddered. He was intolerably conscious of the swollen, moist flesh pulsing between her splayed thighs. Every reflex and hormonal reaction in her entire body seemed to be centered there.
“No woman has ever made me feel this desperate,” Joshua groaned in a tone of bemused disbelief as he tugged off the last barrier between them.
Nazalie realized that he was shaken up too, and the fierce wanting that drove her no longer seemed so shameful. She stared up at him, loving the hard, angular bone structure that gave his features such charismatic strength. She loved the smoldering blue eyes beneath the lush curling dark lashes, marveling that some months ago, he was a stranger. Nobody had ever made her feel the way he made her feel. He stroked her where she frantically needed to be touched. One of his fingertips flicked over the bundle of nerve endings below her mound. She jerked as if he had burned her, her entire body coming alive with electric reaction.
He snaked down her body with reliable, supple power and spread her thighs. Her fingers knotted into his full black hair to stop him before the first breath-taking sensation of his sensual assault engulfed her hot body. Her teeth clattered together, shock winding through her at the ferocious intensity of her own response. He explored her with his mouth and his fingers. She twisted and arched and gasped over and over again, lost to sensation, lost to the violent need he had incited. Hungry heat spiraled in her pelvis and rose to an excruciating height. She was quivering and moaning and growing closer to the climax she sensed when he climbed over her and plunged deep into her.
As the involuntary ripples of orgasm clenched around his hard shaft and pulsed wildly through her, she cried out. Joshua fell still, frowning down with perplexed eyes at her dismayed face.
‘Don’t stop!’ She told him urgently,
Joshua could feel a certain sadness coming from her cries. He thought it had something to do with the fact that this was their last day in Paris. That was not something Joshua was prepared to discuss, and he dimly hoped that continuation and a more natural conclusion would take their minds off it.
Nazalie moaned impatiently, her nipples peaking and waiting for his touch.
Her back arched and her hips writhed as he touched her again, fierce hunger pounding through her. It filled her ears and her thoughts so that she was aware of nothing beyond the wicked skill of his hands on her unbearably tender flesh. He whisked the last barrier away and, parting the delicate pink folds, he thrust a finger into her aching core. She gasped, twisted and turned, wanted him so much it physically pained her to withstand such teasing.
He lifted her legs up and sank into her so hard, deep and fast that she cried out with excitement.
Joshua groaned with sensual satisfaction.
Nazalie was on a high of rapturous sensation. He rode her with abandon, pleasuring her with hard rapid strokes that stoked her excitement to feverish heights. She was out of control, her heart thundering as she flew high on his erotic rhythm, her body rising to meet his. At the apex of her climax, she convulsed around him, shattering in the devouring waves of pleasure that consumed her. Joshua eased back with care before sinking into her again. His movement provoked a melting wave of honeyed heat in her lower body, making her heart thump fast and hard still. The excitement gathered like the eye of a storm inside her chest, every sensation intensified by his fluid rhythm. Her heart pounded with a raging velocity like mad. She bucked and lifted her hips beneath him, meeting his thrusts. She twirled, urging him on as the writhing electric excitement and the frenzy of need overwhelmed the last remnants of her control. She could feel herself reaching another height, and she plunged over the edge with a startled cry of pleasure, quivering in the waves of ecstasy. At the same time, he drove into her one last time. He vented a harsh groan of satisfaction and shuddered over her, and she felt him spill inside her.
