Page 39 of One Steamy Night

“I’m positive.” Tonight in his arms, while he was here in her bed, she felt feminine and safe. She also felt desired. His aroused body attested to that. Then there was that hum of lust that had infiltrated her brain, making her want more of him. She wanted to know how it felt for him to release his semen inside of her. Tonight, he had introduced her to something her body had never done before and she had enjoyed it immensely. Maybe a little too much. She would have to worry about that later.

She had asked for one steamy night and she was definitely getting it.

Fifteen

Jaxon came awake to the brightness of the sun coming in through the window and the sound of Nadia’s even breathing. She was still sleeping while cuddled in his arms. He could definitely get used to waking up each morning this way. He couldn’t imagine anything better than being in bed with the woman he loved, holding her close after a night of lovemaking.

He hoped like hell she’d be able to walk today but she’d gotten just what she’d asked for. He’d given her fair warning. However, she’d refused to take heed. He had removed the condom after their first lovemaking session but hadn’t put another one on. The feel of being skin to skin with her had driven his own need to have her over and over again. Each and every time their bodies joined, he’d loved her that much more. It had been before dawn this morning when they’d finally drifted off to sleep wrapped in each other’s arms.

As he lay there staring up at the ceiling he wondered what today would bring. Would she regret what happened last night? Ask him to leave? Assume last night was one and done? Had last night been only about lust for her? That meant it was up to him to show her the difference between lust and love. She might not love him now, but there was no reason for her not to love him eventually. He would have enough love for the two of them until she did. In time she would see that their lives were entwined, and he would never hurt her.

There was a knock at her front door. He glanced at the clock on her wall and wondered who would be paying her a visit before nine in the morning? Hell, it would be just his luck for one of those Westmorelands or Outlaws to be here. She’d said they were known to drop in unannounced.

When the knock sounded again, she stirred in his arms and then slowly opened her eyes. He knew the exact moment she brought him into focus. He tried to prepare himself for what was to come. She hadn’t asked him to spend the night; it just happened that way. He wondered if she’d remember how many times her legs had held his body hostage.

She continued to stare at him as if trying to recall why he was there. Then it seemed as if she remembered and the recollection made her smile. He released a relieved breath. “Good morning, Nadia.”

“Good morning to you, Jaxon.”

She sounded like she was in a good mood and then she proved she was by leaning over and brushing her lips across his. Before she could move back, he took over the kiss, deciding to show her what a real good-morning kiss looked like. He captured her mouth and exploited it for all it was worth and for him, it was worth everything.

The knock at the door sounded again. Louder this time. Jaxon reluctantly pulled his mouth away from hers. However, out of necessity, he licked around her lips and asked, “Do you normally get visitors this early?”

She licked around his mouth as well. “It’s probably Rissa. She was supposed to take me to pick up my car this morning. I should have called her. Since you’re here you can take me. At least if you don’t mind.”

“No, I don’t mind.”

“She’s probably seen your car and figures you’re still here since I’d told her I would be catching a ride with you to the television station yesterday.”

He nodded. “Do you have a problem with her knowing I spent the night?”

“Heck no.” She eased out of bed. “I would call and tell her to go away but my cell phone is downstairs.” It didn’t seem to bother her that she was standing there naked. “I’ll grab my robe and let her know you’ll give me a ride to the repair shop. And you might as well put on some clothes, too. She’ll want to meet you.”

“Then I can’t disappoint her,” he said, getting out of bed and not missing how her gaze traveled the full length of his body. There was no need to ask if she liked what she saw. All during their lovemaking last night she’d kept saying she did.

“I’ll go downstairs before she calls the police to report you’ve done harm to me and gotten rid of my body. Rissa’s husband, Shayne, is a US Marshal and her mind gets carried away at times.”

Jaxon could certainly arrest Rissa’s fears about him getting rid of Nadia’s body. And speaking of that body, he decided to ask, “How do you feel this morning? Are you sore?”

His question made her blush. “I’m fine, Jaxon. Of course I’m sore, but the best way to work out soreness is to keep the muscles moving.”

He nodded. “May I use your bathroom to freshen up?”

“Sure and there’s a toiletry bag beneath the vanity you can use.”

“Thanks.”

As Jaxon headed for the bathroom, he was glad Nadia had no problem letting her best friend know he’d spent the night. As far as he was concerned, that was a good start.

“Please wipe that silly-looking grin off your face, Rissa,” Nadia said, stepping aside to let her friend enter her home.

“Well, it took you long enough to open the door and with your robe on and probably wearing nothing underneath, what am I to assume?” Rissa replied with a smirk on her face.

“I don’t know, you tell me,” Nadia said, closing the door.

“Well, the one thing I can assume is that you’re no longer a twenty-eight-year-old virgin.”

Rissa didn’t know just how right she was about that. “I won’t say.”

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