Before she knew it, she was grinding against him, the big bulge seated at the core of her making it impossible to not move. His kisses deepened, and his hands began to roam. But not fast enough.

She took his hand and plastered it over her breast.

At first he paused, then he squeezed, riding her nipple with his palm and causing her to rock faster over his lap. He pulled back from her, panting. “Fuck, Justine.” He looked into her eyes and kissed her again. “Bedroom?”

She wished he hadn’t paused, hadn’t given her a chance to think. She needed him so badly...

“I want inside you,” he growled and nudged up against her. “I’m ready to come right now.”

The thought turned her inside out. “Yes. Yes, bedroom.” Well, hurray for her managing to string a few words together. She groped his chest, so in lust with the muscle under palms. She rubbed against his nipples, saw his eyes darken, and pinched them.

“Condoms?” he asked, his voice hoarse. But he didn’t let her answer, kissing her again, his hands pushing up the hem of her dress while he caressed her thighs, his thumbs achingly close to her panties yet not close enough to do her any real good.

She widened her legs, but still he kept teasing, kissing and petting and driving her wild with need. “I have condoms,” she reminded him and was rewarded when his fingers moved under her panties, gliding between her slick folds.

She shuddered, and so did he. Then he removed his hand and sucked his finger clean.

“I hope you have more than one. Because we’re going to need them.”

CHAPTER 16

Xavier followed Justine on unsteady legs toward her bedroom. It was a struggle not to stop her, throw her up against the wall, and fuck her senseless. If he’d had a condom on hand, he would have. The woman felt like a dream and tasted like perfection.

In all his years, he’d never been so damn hard for a woman. And not just any woman. Justine did something to him he couldn’t explain. He’d been a horny teenager. He’d been obsessed with sex in his early twenties. Always safe, always respectful. But he’d had enough intimate encounters to know when something was off.

And he was about to go off if he didn’t get inside her soon.

That she was leading him made it all worse, because between those slender thighs, Justine was so wet and hot, so ready for him. He wanted this to be perfect but had a terrible feeling he was going to come too soon and prove himself a total douche.

He focused on his breathing, on needing to make it good for her. To hopefully not mess up anything between them, because his affection was growing. And this sharing of intimacy would no doubt make it much worse. Deeper.

God, need to get deeper in her...