My breath was fast and shallow. I shook my head. I wanted to be naked with this man more than I wanted to breathe.

“Say it.”

“No.” God, no. He’d just fucked me with his eyes and his words, and I felt on the verge of an orgasm and he’d barely touched me.

“Bon,” he said and spread me open, his face coming within inches of me. His breath was hot and cool at the same time. I squirmed. “Please,” I begged.

“What is it, mon ange. What do you need?”

“Please kiss me there.”

He hummed. “Mmm,” he said and then pressed a small closed mouth kiss right on my clit.

I bucked.

“Just a kiss?” he asked and did it again.

“No.” I sobbed a breath. “More.”

“Tell me.”

I gasped as his hands pressed my legs farther apart. My body was weeping and quaking for him, sparks shooting all over my skin like it was too tight for my bones.

“Tell me.”

“I-I want your tongue.”

“Ah, a French kiss? Oui?” He chuckled, and then licked me long and slow.

“Yes!” My back bowed up. “Oh, God.” The words dragged out of me in a deep and guttural sound I barely recognized I was capable of making. Every slow swipe of his tongue had my body chasing his mouth, arching my hips toward him. My hands came to his hair, grabbing. His tongue kept coming, repeatedly, maddeningly slow, like he knew I was close, but winding and winding until I couldn’t breathe. “Please.” This may have started with him begging me to be with him, but I was the one begging now.

Especially when suddenly he paused.

I looked down, blinking, and watched him suck two of his fingers into his mouth and then slip them just inside me. “Oh, shit.” My head dropped back. “Xavier. Please.”

“Comme ça?” He slid them in farther and pressed upward, and his hot mouth closed over me again.

I whimpered and arched, fire licking and flaring through my body with increasing speed, a hungry ache growing stronger.

“Oui,” he muttered against me.

The ache grew, dark, fierce, and aching, from deeper and deeper within me. I wanted this man, his body, his heart, his passion, his fears, his hurts, his temper, his frustrations. I would take it all.

“I need you inside me,” I managed, using my grip in his hair to lift his head. “Please, I need you. I’m so close. And I want, I need you with me. Don’t let me fall alone.”

He didn’t argue. He stood and undid his jean and pulled them and his underwear off. His erection bobbed stiff and huge and then he was leaning over me and crawling up my body. Hooking under my arms, he hauled me farther up the bed, and without stopping, he was suddenly over me and entering me in a long, slow, and deep thrust.