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“Your skin,” he murmured as he slid his hand down my neck. “So smooth. Like silk…”
I couldn’t help but close my eyes as he turned his finger over and drew it down, finding where the curve of my neck met my shoulder, slowly exploring that delicate skin no one had touched in years. His hands dropped to the hem of my sweater, and then, even more slowly, drew it over my head, leaving me in nothing but my bra. Then his fingers danced back up my arms, then made quick work behind my back so he could push the straps over my shoulders too, baring me to him.
I sat there, topless, as his hands cupped my breasts. He didn’t move, just held me, kneading ever-so-slightly as his thumbs brushed over my nipples.
While gentle, his movements weren’t tentative. I wasn’t sure that Xavier Parker had ever made a tentative move in his life. It was more than just his size, although that certainly didn’t hurt anything. Everything about him spoke of power, assurance, the knowledge that whatever he planned would happen exactly as he wanted.
And there I was, apparently part of the plan. Nearly naked in the middle of my brother’s kitchen. A world-famous chef staring at me like I was the most delicious meal he’d ever seen.
He arched over me, bending his head to brush his lips across mine. Once. Twice. Taking his time. Sipping me. Savoring me.
“Francesca.”
The sound of my full name, hypnotic though it was in his sonorous baritone, lifted me out of my trance. He leaned in, and I didn’t shy away. Instead, I leaned right back and allowed his lips to guide us in a slow, tangled kiss. Remnants of tears were still slipping down my cheeks, but the sadness was being banished by a fire warming my belly.
Before I could stop myself, my hands were undoing the buttons of his shirt. One, two, three, until his shirt lay open, revealing the smooth plane of his chest and the flat, chiseled contours of his abdomen, triangulated into a delicious path of muscle that disappeared below his belt.
His hands slid down my sides to take a full grip of my ass and pull me flush against him. He was tall enough that the counter brought me to exactly the right level. His length, so evident behind his trousers, pressed into my inner thigh. The sudden feel of him right there, separated from me by only a few scant layers of clothing, made me gasp.
“Xavi,” I whispered just before his lips found mine again, accompanied by his hot, slick tongue. He sucked on my lip, hard enough now to elicit a moan. In response, he kept going, alternatively licking, sucking, and biting until I started to squeal—right along with the tea kettle.
We broke apart, breathing heavily, but only long enough for Xavier to move the kettle off the burner, then pick me up and turn me around to sit on the opposite counter—the one that wasn’t next to a burning hot stove.
“Oh, no you don’t,” he murmured as I shifted under his hands. “Not this time. You’re not stopping this now.”
I had absolutely no intention of doing that.
His large hand pressed between my breasts, pushing me back gently. My skirt was quickly removed, followed by my tights and underwear until I lay flat and spread on the kitchen counter.
I looked up to find Xavier gazing down at me, hunger alight in his dark blue eyes. He trailed a finger up my thigh until it rested just at my center, hovering over my opening.
“You look fucking delicious,” he said.
His finger dipped inside me, then back out. He raised it to his mouth and set it delicately to the tip of his tongue, like a cat might lick its paw.
I shivered.
And then, before I could stop him, he bent and placed his mouth where his finger had been. His tongue slipped inside me, exploring, tasting, savoring every bit of my most private and deep spaces. Spaces no one had ever explored but him.
I arched against him as a breathy moan escaped my throat. His hands grabbed my thighs and lifted me higher so he could feast. He found my clit with his tongue, and soon I was thrashing on the counter, thighs clenched around his head as two fingers, then three, slipped inside me.
He sucked hard. I came even harder with a shout.
But he didn’t move, only continued claiming me with his mouth and dexterous fingers, pulling out every drop of my orgasm until I lay limply in front of him.
For a few seconds, anyway.
“I’m not done with you yet, woman.”
Vaguely, I registered his hands slipping under my back, pulling me to sit up, sliding to tip my chin up. And then a kiss—that mouth-watering, body-twisting kiss of his that brought me to a whole different planet. Oh, God, that was me on his lips, his tongue, in my mouth. That was the salty pleasure he’d drawn from me. And I liked it.
Suddenly, I was sitting up again, drawn straight like a string just plucked on a violin. My hands grasped at his naked arms, then felt their way down as if moving of their own accord. I wasn’t under the influence of anything, but I was still caught in a trance as I unbuckled his belt, flicked open his pants, and pushed his boxers down to reveal the part of him that was responsible for every change in my life over the last five years.
Lord, he was big. Of course he was big. The man was roughly the size of an NBA point guard, and all his parts were perfectly proportional. I shouldn’t have been surprised, given that I was intimately familiar with this particular part of him. Had worshipped its smooth steel shape, brought it to my lips, between my legs, felt its mastery of nearly every part of me.
Really, I should have hated him for it.
Instead, I licked my lips.
