“Is that right?” She’d been missing this. Missing him. The teasing, the fun. Xavier brought the joy in life she’d been lacking for so long.

“Yep, massages for Justine. It’s on my to-do list.”

She took his face between her hands and kissed him. “You make me happy, Xavier. I like everything about you.”

He flushed. “Even when I’m bossy and try telling you what to do?”

“Even then.”

“Then you’re in for a treat. Take off those bottoms, Ms. Ferrera. I have some therapy you’re definitely in need of…”

CHAPTER 33

Xavier didn’t mean to, but it had been a few days. And after their marathon sex-capades at the wedding, he felt bereft, not having Justine in his arms whenever he wanted.

He tried to go slowly, but she wasn’t having it. Justine stripped naked and bent over the back of his couch, taunting him with that fine ass.

“Come on, sexy. In me.”

He took the time to drop his shorts and underwear and that was it. Stepping between her spread ankles, he positioned himself at her sex and slid inside her in one big push.

She moaned and reached between her legs, turning him on even more because she was so wet and ready for him. Nothing better than having his girlfriend want him so badly she dropped her clothes and bent over without him having to ask.

His girlfriend.

The notion made him wild, knowing she belonged to him. His. Possessive and raw, he took her with a ferocity she encouraged. Her hand moved between her legs, and as she touched herself, he surged deeper.

She cried out as she came, and her body tightened around him.

Gripping her hips and never wanting to let go, he thrust once more and lost it, jetting so hard he saw black, the ecstasy overpowering.

It took him a few moments to stop coming, his orgasm savage yet so much sweeter with Justine in his arms. Or in this case, bent over the couch. He’d never been so compatible with anyone. Sexually, mentally, emotionally. She was perfect for him.

“Damn, Xavier. You always feel so good in me.”

He leaned over her to kiss her shoulder and continued his kisses up to her ear. “Yeah, so good inside you.” He swiveled his hips, felt one final jolt as he spurted once more, then eased. “I feel like a walking hard-on around you. And yes, that’s a compliment.”

She laughed. “Such a way with words.”

Usually, but around her he started to feel tongue-tied, afraid of saying or doing the wrong thing. He always screwed up his relationships, found fault with one thing or another. But this time, he could find no fault with Justine, and that freaked him the hell out.

He winced as he withdrew. “Come on. Let’s get cleaned up.”

After some quality time between Justine’s legs in the shower, they managed to get clean. He leant her a shirt and pair of his shorts, which she had to cinch with a drawstring. The shirt lovingly cupped her breasts, teasing the points of her nipples when she shifted.