Broken French: A widowed, billionaire, single dad romance Natasha Boyd (i read books .TXT) 📖

shut with a soft snick. And he slowly turned the catch, locking us in.

“Is this okay?” he rasped.

I didn’t think he was asking about the closed door this time.

Chapter Thirty-Three

XAVIER

I turned the latch, heart pounding. My skin was too tight for the energy and want pounding through my body. I counted to five, waiting for the sensation to pass, with no luck. I’d been on a call when the boat tipped forty-five degrees with no warning and plummeted into the space left by a fast rolling wave. There were crashes and thumps as everything that wasn’t secured went flying in every room of the boat, including my laptop. Then I’d heard Rod shouting and cold fear clutched me. I’d left Josie at the railing.

Laptop forgotten and phone abandoned, I’d bolted to the deck. No Josie. Rod was clipped on, trying to rescue a chair that had flipped from the upper deck and caught by a leg on the lower railing. I should help, but— “Josie?” I yelled. Rod’s eyes widened and he shook his head. Logical thought reasoned with panic as I went through the galley and was directed by Chef who was on hands and knees in a mess of plates down to Josie’s cabin. Thank fuck.

But then I swear, my fucking heart stopped. Reason was overtaken, and all I saw was Arriette in a crumpled heap, unconscious. Bleeding where she’d hit her head. Evening dress covered in vomit.

I screamed a curse, my throat tight with remembered fear.

No. This was Josie. Mon dieu. She was hurt but she blinked up at me. And God, I hoped I hadn’t scared her.

But now, minutes later, my heart was still thumping and adrenaline was ebbing, being replaced by something else. I was at the door, locking us in. I squeezed my fists tight. I wanted her so bad. I turned from the door just as she whispered my name. “Xavier.”

It was foreign from her lips.

She reached a hand up. “Come here.”

I stalked to the end of the bed. She was as I’d left her, towel barely covering anything. Smooth, long legs, the skin like silk where I’d touched her inner thigh. Her hair was a damp mess, cascading over the pillow.

She shifted her legs apart a fraction and the towel rose. A noise broke free from my throat.

“Did you just growl at me?” she asked, her voice breathy. “You sound like a wolf.”

I pressed a knee on the bed. “I was going to take you to dinner first,” I said.

“Except it looks like I’ll be your dinner.” The corner of her luscious mouth tilted up as I chuckled in response, grateful for the tension valve release. Her expression grew serious again. “This is just sex, right? Two days. So let’s throw the rules out the window.”

Swallowing down an unexpected denial in my throat and leaving her just sex question unanswered, my fingers began unbuttoning the cuffs of my linen shirt. One wrist, then the other. She was right. Just sex. Two days. It was what I wanted. What I needed. After that things could return to the way they were before. The buttons worked loose down my front, and then I peeled the shirt off.

Josie licked her lips, her cheeks flushing pink as her gaze trailed downward.

Guided by the want in her eyes, I flicked the buttons on my shorts open and peeled them down my legs.

There was no hiding what I wanted from her now. I was hard and aching, my briefs no match against the strain.

She sat up and the towel fell to her waist, revealing her milky white tan-lined breasts tipped with mouthwatering tan nipples that puckered and hardened under my gaze. Jesus.

“I have to warn you,” I choked out as burning need dragged down my spine, and then held me in its steel grip. I was lightheaded. “It’s been a while. And I’ve been fantasizing about those.” Among other things.

Grinning and leaning forward, she tucked her legs behind her and took a hands-and-knees move toward me.

My gaze raced down her pale lower back to the curve of her ass where the suntan line ended in lily white soft globes. “Ton cul …” I breathed.

“My ass?” she asked, amused, reaching for my cock. Her eyes glowed luminous in the soft glow of afternoon light that flooded through the tiny window. God, she was beautiful.

I nodded just as she palmed me through the fabric, and my head fell back on a groan of unsatisfying relief. Grabbing her hand as she dipped inside the band of my underwear, I stopped her. “I wasn’t joking. It’s been a while.” As much as I wanted that mouth of hers on me, my hands sifted into her hair and I leaned down to kiss her. She tasted like mint toothpaste and need. Her hands clasped my wrists where I held her head. She rose up, still kissing me and wrapped her arms around me, holding me close. Her tits mashed up against my bare chest, the sensation of being skin to skin setting off goosebumps.

“You feel so good,” she whispered against my mouth.

“Oui,” I agreed.

Wrapping my hand around her waist, I picked her up and moved her back up the bed. Then I stood and took off my last remaining piece of clothing. My eyes feasted on her naked form. Her breasts glowed soft and pale against the rest of her tanned skin. “I don’t know where to begin.” I crawled over her, dipping down to lick around the stiff peak of her nipple before drawing it into my mouth.

She arched and whimpered, fingers scraping through my hair to hold me to her breast. “There’s good.”

I sucked and licked and an urgency grew as her body responded. I switched sides, giving the same attention, loving how she arched and writhed, her leg hooking onto mine. I sucked harder, teeth nipping, hands kneading, testing how much she wanted. She cried out, a guttural sound, and her lower body surged toward me, seeking relief. Her