Page 70 of Pervade Montego Bay

“I wasn’t sure if you still felt the same,” I admitted.

“I need you to be sure about us.”

“How could I not? You’re everything to me.”

His body crushed me against the tile. I wrapped my arms around his neck as his fingers tangled in my hair, his hands roaming my body fervently, proving he’d been as starved for me as I was for him. A shiver passed over me when his lips trailed along my shoulder and slid up my neck. His tongue forced my mouth open and I felt his passion flow through me with overwhelming need.

Xavier broke our kiss reluctantly and said, “I’ll always find you, Em.”

Then he became savage in the way he possessed me, driven to be as close as possible, his tongue tangling with mine as we expressed what we meant to each other—what we’d failed to say since yesterday, our sighs revealing the depth of our intimacy.

What we had together felt so pure, his nakedness sacred as his body pressed urgently into mine. He snapped off my thong with a cheeky grin.

I stole a glance over to where James had been lying. I couldn’t help it—I didn’t want to hurt him. I was relieved to see he had stepped into the house. Even after everything, he didn’t deserve to feel pushed out.

Xavier cupped my face and forced me to look at him. I could tell he needed confirmation that I was doing okay. Was he thinking of James, too? Was he sensing something missing?

Wrapping my legs around his waist, I held onto him as though this was the only way to keep us together. My body jolted when his hand cupped my pussy.

We fell into a fit of laughter, and then silenced each other with more passionate kisses. No longer could we pretend we were not meant to be—we had proved we needed each other.

His cock tapped my pussy, demanding entrance, and my body welcomed him as he pushed all the way in. We froze for a beat as though needing to catch our breath over finding each other again, locked together in a perfect union.

Xavier’s hand reached for my right breast and pinched my nipple, sending a shudder of pleasure all the way down between my thighs. I squirmed on his erection, squeezing him tightly, never wanting to separate. He lowered his head a little and drew my pert nipple into his mouth and sucked, eliciting a moan from me.

“So tight,” he growled into my ear, sending a shiver up my spine.

He nipped my earlobe. “I need to taste you.”

With ease he lifted me up and onto the edge of the pool. As I lay back, he yanked me toward him and buried his face between my thighs, his tongue lashing my clit and causing me to writhe.

Self-consciously, I glanced toward the house.

“He’ll come around.” Xavier caressed my inner thigh to comfort me.

“He doesn’t want us anymore.”

Xavier shook his head and I realized how terrible that sounded…as though he wasn’t enough for me. The man who had been in my every waking thought since I’d last seen him.

I sat up and stroked his face to comfort him. “I didn’t mean—”

“Emily,” he said, his voice low. “James needs time.”

“For all three of us to be together?”

“I can see how much he cares for us. He’s just…”

I stared down at Xavier, seeing the pain in his expression. “He listens to you. Tell him how much we love him.”

“He knows.”

“I don’t want him hurting.”

“All I want right now is to have you again, Em.”

I leaned forward and clutched his hair, pulling him between my thighs, refusing to deny myself the pleasure I’d been yearning for. I surrendered to the blissful sensations of Xavier expressing his love for me with lavish strokes of his tongue.

Rising, and rising, and rising…