King's Treasure (Oil Kings Book 3) Marie Johnston (books to read to get smarter .txt) 📖

and an engine fired up. Then the little red hatchback that had been sitting out front drove off toward the main road.

“Finally,” Xander growled and closed in.

He captured my mouth and I dropped my backpack on the ground.

He tasted sweet, a startling contrast to the sweaty man I wrapped my arms around. I’d tried to fix my hair in every window I peered into, but at the moment, I didn’t care how bedraggled I looked. Xander was kissing me. His tongue swept into my mouth and he devoured me.

I let him.

He picked me up and I twined my legs around him. He managed to walk over the stone without tripping and push me against the wall.

“Fuck, I missed you,” he murmured against my lips.

“So, you don’t mind?”

“What? No. Absolutely not.” He nibbled down my neck. I needed a shower as much as he did, but the only difference was that he was sexy as hell after all the work he’d been doing. I was tired and rumpled from planes, buses, and cabs. “If it’s a problem staying with Hector and Eris, we can rent a room in town.”

“You’re staying with me and I’m not letting you go again.”

He’d told me it wasn’t about the money and I’d kept wanting to believe it. The way he touched me now washed away my doubts. Any worries faded against the feel of his hot lips on my skin. My head tipped back against the side of the house. All those mornings I’d wasted when I could’ve been having this.

“Xander.” I squirmed against him. His erection pressed into my center but our clothing muted the sensation.

He pulled back and my legs dropped to the ground. “I need to clean up.” He looked down at himself. “I’ve been in the dirt all morning.”

I feathered my fingers down his collar. “I’ll clean up with you.”

Heat seared his gaze, then he winced. “I don’t have any condoms.”

“None?”

His smile warmed my already blazing insides. “I’m a married man and my wife wasn’t around. I didn’t need any.”

“Well . . . I still have the IUD so . . .”

His expression grew solemn. “Only if you’re sure.”

I sighed. “Just as sure that I’d regret missing this opportunity as much as I have the last two and a half months.”

He touched his forehead to mine. “You’re going to be the end of me.”

He picked me up again and swept us both inside. I’d deal with my backpack and suitcase later. I had lost time to make up for.

Xander

Water pounded down on us. I’d admired the remodeling work Hector had done on this bathroom before, but my gratitude now was on a whole different level.

I kneeled on the wet ceramic tiles, barely having the sense to shut the water off so I didn’t overflow his septic system, and cherished my wife. One leg was wrapped around my shoulders, I had two fingers inside of her, and she moaned my name over and over as I tasted her inside and out.

Hands twisted my wet hair. I’d washed both of us down in record time and I was finally where I wanted to be. Not just with Savvy, but between her legs.

I brushed my tongue against her clit in the slow, sensual way she’d loved on our first and only night together before this, but I didn’t get long to play. She arched her back, her hands releasing me to press into the tiles of the wall.

“Xander. Oh my God!”

Heat flooded my face, and I lightened the pressure but didn’t let up. Her hips bucked against my mouth as I drained every ounce of pleasure from the first orgasm between us.

When she sagged against the wall, I helped her put her foot on the floor and rose.

Wet hair hung behind her and moisture dotted her eyelashes. My own little water fairy was in the shower with me. I cupped her face in my hands and she met my gaze with her satisfied one.

“That’s nothing like what I can give myself for orgasms.”

I dropped a kiss on her lips. “It’s a shame you had to do that for yourself.” As if I hadn’t been doing the same, in this very shower, in a rush so no one would know what I was up to.

Desire dimmed under her regret. “It’s my fault.”

“Shh.” I kissed her again. “I said whatever you were comfortable with and I meant it.”

“I want to get to know you. And myself. And . . .”

My erection pounded, my dick so hard my eyes could cross, but this discussion was open and honest. We were bared to each other in all ways. “And what?” I brushed my thumb across her lower lip. “You can tell me.”

She flicked her tongue out, catching my skin. I was so close to her, just a little adjustment and I could thrust inside, but she wasn’t ready. “I want this to be more.”

There was that vulnerability again. She wanted us to be about more than sex and money. What she didn’t get—and what I had to show her—was that we’d already been more on our blazing wedding night. We were more than that damn trust.

To put her at ease and give us both what we desperately wanted, I ran my hands down her sides and lifted her legs. She instantly wrapped them around my hips and I loved the trust it showed.

“It is more, and I’ll prove it.”

“Yes.” The word came out breathy, needy. She ground her hips into me.

I stooped and placed myself at the entrance to heaven and thrust inside. Savvy cried out and hugged me closer, her teeth digging into my shoulder.

“Shit, did that hurt?” I shook from the effort of not moving, but dammit, I’d hurt her enough. I’d left her. I only wanted to pleasure her now.

“No,” she moaned. “Keep going.”

I pumped in and out. All my plans to bring us both to the brink and keep us there until we were about to collapse vanished. I only knew her wet body gripping mine, keeping me for herself.

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