Page 34 of XOXO, Valentina

I blinked at Joey as he rose from between my legs and reached for the nightstand. A moment later, he was back, nudging my thighs apart to stand between them. A foil packet dangled between his teeth. He scooped both hands under me and scooted me farther back on the bed. The hunger in his hooded, brown eyes made me shiver.

My gaze drifted down his rock-hard torso to the heavy erection in his grip. Staring openly at his beautiful body, I watched him roll the condom over his length. Did the man have condoms ready in every room of his house? At least he was thinking responsibly.

He gripped my thighs and spread them apart, then teased my opening with his cock. Aftershocks of my recent orgasm rippled through me, and suddenly I wanted another one. I was greedy, needy, and probably whimpering as I arched off the bed, desperate to get closer.

He entered me slowly, one inch at a time. My body seized around him, pulsing and twitching. I was so tight I must have been strangling him, and each inch he slid into me sparked a riot of sensations that scorched every nerve in my body. He sank all the way into me with a hiss of pleasure. Hearing that noise rip from his clenched teeth drove me over the edge. I felt another orgasm building inside me. I tried to hold off, eager not to chase it away.

My brain couldn’t compete with what was happening to my body, and before I knew it, I was lost. I was wild. I was flying and floating and never wanted to come down.

And then Joey moved.

Oh, sweet mother of pearl, did he ever move.

Long, deliberate strokes. Slow and sensual. He slid back and forth, teasing every nerve in my body into a frenzy. Our bodies pressed together, sticky with syrup and slick with a fine sheen of sweat. His dark eyes searched mine, deciphering exactly what I needed without either of us saying a word. He slid his hands under me and boosted us higher on the bed.

My heart pounded in my ears, drowning out every thought as his mouth met mine. We kissed, our tongues teasing and tasting. He tasted sweet and tangy—like me and maple syrup.

I locked my legs around his hips, cinching him against me. He said something in Spanish in a husky voice, and I responded with something that made sense in my brain but came out as rubbish. I don’t even know what I said, but it obviously turned him on because his eyes went wide, and he drove into me harder.

Another powerful orgasm came over me, and Joey moved right through it, thrusting into me as I came apart around him. I finally felt him let go and give in to his own pleasure. My eyes flew open when he groaned and shuddered, and I watched shamelessly while he climaxed. He was mesmerizing, so sexy and sensual, with his dark hair falling into his face, his eyes closed in fierce concentration.

I’d spied on him before, but it was nothing like witnessing it up close and knowing that I was the one giving him the pleasure.

When it was over, he gently pried himself from my arms and rolled off the bed. I collapsed back on the bed, unable to move. A moment later, Joey returned, sprawling next to me on the enormous bed.

“I knew you’d be sexy under all those buttons.” His brown eyes twinkled. “You’re even better than I imagined.”

My heart pounded at his confession. I’d certainly thought about him, and he’d far exceeded expectations. “You imagined me?” Coherent sentences were a struggle. After all the orgasms, my brain was scrambled. “I mean this? You imagined this?”

“Maybe not the door.”

He slid his arm under me and pulled me on top of him. I braced my elbows on either side of his head and blinked at him. I probably wore the goofiest grin in the world, but I couldn’t help it. I felt happier than I’d been in a long time.

Joey cupped my jaw in his hands and smiled. I don’t know which one of our grins was goofier.

“Que linda.”

My smile widened impossibly. I searched for words, but there weren’t any. This was all too much. I hadn’t felt like this in years. Not since I had met Montel.

A lump formed in my throat. This was definitely not the same as Montel. Ours had been a whirlwind romance. We’d met at a bar while he was on leave. I’d been out with my roommates for a much-needed celebration after exams. By the time Montel had reported back for duty, we’d decided to get married. It had been silly and stupid and awesome. It had been love.

Guilt knotted in my belly. This wasn’t love. This was sex. And multiple orgasms. Who knew orgasms triggered such powerful emotions? Not me, that was for sure.

The doorbell rang, and I jumped at the sound.

“Ignore it,” Joey said, nuzzling my neck.

I realized I’d left my phone in the pocket of my shorts, which were by the front door. What if someone needed me? What if there had been an accident at the shooting range? I knew I shouldn’t have let Shane go shooting with my dad today. I never liked the idea of guns.

“It could be important,” I said. “It could be Shane.”

Joey lifted onto his elbow. “Does he know you’re here?”

I realized Joey was right. Shane didn’t know I was here. No one did. The tension in my body eased, and then the doorbell rang again and I stiffened all over. “You should get it.” I nudged Joey. “It could be important.”

Joey groaned and rolled off the bed. He bent and tugged on a pair of shorts. He tried to wipe his chest with a towel, but it was hopeless. We were both a sticky mess.

“I’ll get rid of them and be right back,” he said.

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