His hips retreated and then pushed forward again, allowing him to sink even further inside.

I spread my legs wider, tilting my hips until he slid all the way in to the root.

“Holy shit,” I breathed, wrapping one leg around his back and the other around the back of his thigh.

Xavier O’Brien sank into Aurora’s tight, wet heat and felt his soul sigh as her lips parted in surprise and her eyes widened in wonder.

It was more than he ever could have imagined.

More… everything.

It was exactly what he presumed heaven would feel like.

At the very second he bottomed out inside her, he knew he was fucked.

And against his better judgment, he didn’t give a fuck about anything but the feel of her wrapped tightly around him and the sexy little noises that filtered in his ears.

“Yes!” I screamed as he roughly thrust inside me.

“Fuck,” he cursed under his breath and then continued his assault on my pussy.

Xavier was the equivalent of an untamed animal between the sheets. His teeth sunk into the sensitive skin between my neck and shoulder. His mouth sucked on my breasts, leaving marks behind. His hips pinioned so fast I could hardly catch my breath. Each thrust was so hard, my body jolted and my breasts bounced with the force of it.

“Honey,” I whispered, so close to the edge.

“Eyes,” he said through clenched teeth. So lost in the sheer and utter beauty of connecting so intimately with him, I hadn’t even realized my eyes had closed.

When they opened, his usually indifferent eyes were glittering with some unnamed emotion.

His hand went between us, his thumb pressing and circling my clit. Within seconds, the tension in my body snapped. My whole body stiffened as every single nerve ending sang with the pleasure radiating from my core. I cried out as I tightened around him, holding on as he continued to move inside me, not as roughly as before, but just as deliciously.

Then it was my turn to watch as he came. With his fists in the bed on either side of my head supporting his upper body weight, his eyes went from our connection to my face. That was when he buried himself to the hilt and roared his climax. His hips pressed into mine and his cock twitched inside me as he bathed my walls with his seed.

A residual shiver from my orgasm shook my body right before he bent his arms and allowed himself to collapse down on top of me. His body a pleasant weight on mine.

The fingers of one hand ran through his hair while the other idly caressed the skin on his back.

“That was incredible,” I whispered in his ear, my voice husky from both my climax and the emotion being with him caused inside me. Never had I felt more complete and more alive with a man than I did with him. It was nothing short of amazing. And I wanted to experience it again, and again, and again.

Xavier reached out, stretching his arm out towards something on the side of the bed while still keeping our intimate connection. Seconds later, a light came on, bathing the room in a soft glow and making me squint.

He came back over me, his fingers running along my temple, pushing my hair away from my face. When his eyes met mine, I sucked in a breath. It was then I realized what the strange look on his face meant. It meant his guards were down. In that moment, Xavier O’Brien was vulnerable. For me.

“You’re beautiful,” he said absentmindedly, almost as if he was talking to himself rather than to me. His eyes now watched the movement of his fingers. “Never thought I’d ever have that kind of beauty in my bed.”

There are moments in every girl’s life that she knows she’ll never forget. This was one of them. For as long as I lived, no matter what life had in store for me, I would always remember those softly spoken words.

“Honey,” I whispered as tears hit the backs of my eyes.

“This time I want to see the look on your face when you come,” he said through a panty-melting smile.

With a smile of my own, I tilted my hips up in invitation. One he was ready and willing to accept.

Later on when I came, Xavier watched. Minutes later, he returned the favor.

And it must be said that it was even better with the lights on.

The morning sun on my face pulled me from a delicious dream in which Xavier had me pinned against the wall of the shower. I fought to stay in my happy place for several minutes before the day pulled me completely from my slumber.

Frowning, I blinked and allowed my eyes to adjust to the brightness. I was lying on my stomach. My face turned towards the floor-to-ceiling windows that still had their blinds opened. A heavy arm on my back had the events of the night before rushing back to me in full technicolor. Every look. Every touch. Every word.

Warmth swept through my body and a smile spread across my face. It would seem I knew exactly what to do with a man like Xavier O’Brien—hold on tight and enjoy the ride.

Something had unequivocally changed between the two of us last night. And I didn’t just mean the fact that we now knew each other in the biblical sense. Xavier had let a wall down and allowed me to see the real him that he shielded from the outside world. I was humbled by it for I was certain he didn’t let many people in.

After we had sex a second time last night, Xavier left me in bed to throw on jeans and a shirt before heading out to see the state of play with the party. While he was gone, I’d scurried into the bathroom and washed up. Taking in the sight of my just-fucked hair along with my swollen lips and smeared mascara, I’d shrieked. I looked like a hot mess.

Quickly making myself a little more presentable, I finished washing up. On my way back to the bed, he came into the room, stopping short when he saw me standing naked next to the bed. His eyes raked over my body, his pupils darkening on their descent.

He crossed the distance to me, undressing along the way. When he got to me, he pressed his naked body against mine, his erection resting against my stomach.

That third time, I learned just how skilled Xavier’s tongue was. In a race, it would be a close second to his magic hands, which had made their debut during round two.

I turned my head on the pillow and looked at Xavier. He was on his side facing me, his body pressed along the length of mine. It was strange to see him look so soft in repose. The hard lines around his mouth and eyes were smoothed out, and I had to fight the urge to run my finger over every outline of his face.

While I was soaking in every detail of him, his arm tightened around me, pulling me closer into his stomach.

“Hey,” I whispered, looking into his sleepy eyes when they opened.

“Hey,” he echoed.

“Do you want breakfast?”

“If by breakfast, you mean you, then yes.” His hand roamed over my back, pushing the sheet down with it when it abruptly stopped.

“What’s this?” His finger traced my tattoo. Judging by his reaction, he must not have heard a word about my kick-ass tattoo this week at work.

“My tattoo. Do you like it?”

“Very much. It suits you.” His voice was soft as his finger continued to trace it.

“Thank you,” I whispered, completely touched by the fact that he got why I wanted that tattoo.

“Féileacán,” he murmured almost absently.

“Pardon?”

“Féileacán. It’s Gaelic for butterfly.”

“Féileacán,” I repeated the word, but it didn’t sound nearly as good coming off my tongue as it did his. “I like it.”

He hummed in response then went back to teasing me with soft touches.