Page 47 of One Steamy Night

He was glad he’d anticipated she would make such a move, after that stunt she’d tried on Saturday and after hearing Nadia’s opinion of her. Saturday night he’d called Martin Lockley, the man who handled all his security, to run a check on her. He’d gotten Lockley’s report first thing Monday morning and it was rather colorful and informative.

There were four men in Gamble she was currently sleeping with behind their wives’ backs. When he’d told Ms. Ellerey everything he knew about her and assured her he wouldn’t hesitate to share the report with the good people of Gamble if she carried out her threats, she quickly left.

He glanced out his door’s peephole. It wasn’t Clementine Ellerey but was the woman who’d been on his mind constantly since parting ways with her on Saturday evening. That had been five days ago and although he’d missed her like hell, he’d wanted to give her space to think about all he’d said. Things he had no intention of backing down on.

Had she come to give him another piece of her mind or was she here because she believed what he’d said? As if she knew he was staring at her, she stared back and sensations ripped through him. He had to breathe slowly for air to flow through his lungs.

Opening the door to his suite, he didn’t bother to ask what she was doing there. It didn’t matter because he was glad to see her. “Hello, Nadia.”

“Hello, Jaxon. May I come in?”

As far as he was concerned, she could come in and stay and never leave. “Yes,” he said and stepped aside for her to enter.

She was certainly getting a different reception than the one he’d given Clementine Ellerey. But then this was the woman he was deeply in love with. The one he wanted more than anything to share his life with. She looked good in her plaid pencil skirt, earth-tone suede knee-high boots and matching suede jacket.

He shoved his hands into the pockets of his pants. Otherwise, he would be tempted to reach out and pull her into his arms. Desire between them was always intense, heated and charged. Tonight, it seemed even more so. Sexual chemistry dominated the air they shared, like usual. They stood staring at each other, feeling it shimmering around them.

The moonlight filtering through the curtains seemed to fill the room with an ethereal light that bathed her in a radiant glow. Maybe it was his eyes, but she appeared even more beautiful tonight than ever before. The room seemed electrified. He was convinced all it would take was a touch to send sparks flying.

“I want to thank you for that suggestion you made for the academy to hold the play at the theater in town,” she finally broke the silence to say.

He nodded. “You didn’t have to come all the way over here to thank me, Nadia.”

“I know. That’s not the only reason I’m here.”

“It’s not?”

“No. I felt the need to talk to you about something, Jaxon.”

He wondered what she wanted to talk about. Just her being here in his hotel suite was causing heat to stir in his groin. More than anything, he needed to keep his control in check. “Okay, come into the sitting area. We can talk there,” he said, leading the way. His suite was spacious, but at the moment it seemed way too cozy.

“Please have a seat,” he said, offering her the sofa. When she moved around him, her hips accidentally brushed against his. Suddenly, like a magnet, their bodies connected, and he drew her to him and lowered his head to hers.

Eighteen

The moment Jaxon’s lips touched hers, Nadia felt energized, mesmerized and totally captivated. Automatically, her arms went around his neck and her body pressed hard against his. She felt him; there were just some things a man couldn’t hide and a full-blown erection was one of them.

And now he was kissing her the way she wanted. The way she needed. It always amazed her how his tongue could work its way around her mouth, eliciting hers to participate and duel in the most sensuous way. Every bone in her body felt completely enthralled. Whenever he kissed her, she was incapable of holding back. He made her feel things she’d never felt before, and all from a kiss. But she knew tonight they would share more than a kiss. The reason she’d come was to talk, but she had no problem getting this first. Like him, she needed it now. Talking would come later.

When he swept her into his arms without breaking the kiss, she tightened her hold around his neck. He wanted her and she wanted him. Something else she knew now with all certainty was that shedidlove him. The moment he had opened the door and she’d looked into his face, she’d known. The face she had dreamed about for over a year, the face that belonged to her fantasy man. She could not fight emotions she’d been too afraid to face any longer.

Jaxon broke off the kiss when he placed her on the bed. Then he stepped back, held her gaze and began removing his clothes. Likewise, she began dispensing with hers. No words were spoken. None were needed. Their kiss had told them everything.

“I’ve missed you,” he said in a deep, throaty voice.

She was about to tell him that he’d known where to find her, but didn’t. She had needed the space, the distance and the longing. She was even glad Rissa had been out of town on that business trip. Nadia’s feelings for Jaxon were something she’d needed to figure out for herself, and she had.

Staring deep into his gaze, she said, “And I missed you, too. I’m here now and so are you.”

He nodded. “And that’s all that matters.”

Moving closer to the bed, he pulled her into his arms and she went willingly. Together they fell back onto the mattress with their lips joined. She doubted she would ever tire of being kissed by him. His kisses were always mind-blowingly hot.

Moments later, he broke off the kiss, and in a surprise move, he shifted his body so she was on top of him. At the questioning look he must have seen in her eyes, he said, “Tonight, I want you to ride me. After seeing you on a horse I know how good you are at it.”

She smiled down at him. “I plan to do my best.”

Jaxon quickly concluded that if Nadia got any better she would kill him. She was riding him right into another orgasm. The third for the both of them. She would come and he would follow like clockwork. It was like she hadn’t gotten enough of him any more than he’d gotten enough of her. How long would they keep this up? Probably until neither had strength to do anything else.

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