King's Treasure (Oil Kings Book 3) by Marie Johnston (great novels .TXT) 📗

rolled it on. Savvy was boneless on the bed, gloriously naked. A rare jewel.

I kissed my way up her body, and she twined her limbs around me. Since I knew nothing about her sexual history, I placed myself at her entrance but didn’t shove inside. I went slow, letting her body tell me how fast and how hard. She was tight but accommodated my size, thanks to her recent orgasm. It wasn’t long before she was demanding all of me, thrusting up, needing more.

Seated fully inside, I had to pause, overwhelmed. The way her body gripped mine, how she stroked my back, her legs hooked around my hips, it was all I could do to hold my orgasm back.

“You feel so fucking good.” I nibbled along her chin, holding myself in place over her with my elbows.

She rocked her hips up, but I had to revel in everything her for a little longer. “Xander.” Her hands swept across my shoulders. “I can’t believe . . .” Her smile was soft, shy. “I can’t believe you’re real.”

I withdrew and thrust back in. Her eyelids fluttered. “I’ll show you how real I am. And that I’m all yours.”

I claimed her with hard, powerful strokes. I didn’t think I had enough patience to get her off again, but I forced myself to see to her pleasure as I took my own.

She tightened around me, her back coming off the bed, her round, perfect breasts shoved in my face. “Xander. Oh God, more.”

In. Grunt. Out. I was reduced to the most basic form of myself, but this was still about more than me getting off.

Heat exploded around my dick as her cry echoed off the walls. Finally, I let myself go, filling the condom, buried as deep as I could go.

Gritting my teeth, I grunted like a fucking caveman through my orgasm and collapsed on top of her. My face pressed to the mattress next to her head. “I’m crushing you.” But I was too drained to move.

“No,” she murmured. “I like it. I . . . like you.”

My lips twitched. She liked me and the sex was explosive. This marriage could’ve started off worse. “I like you a whole damn lot too.”

I pulled out and rolled next to her. She curled into my arms. This was only the beginning.

Chapter 3

Savvy

I blinked my eyes open and my gaze landed on a broad back. I held up my hand. The diamond sparkled in the light creeping through the blinds.

Married.

I sat up. Daylight spilled through the curtains and I saw the room for the first time. Really saw it. I mean, I’d seen enough when we’d first had sex on the bed. Then we’d had sex in the shower. And when dawn had approached, he’d woken me to do it again. So, yeah. I hadn’t seen much detail beyond the off-white ceiling, the white blankets, and the tiled walls of the bathroom.

The curtains were a thick brown and matched the chair that held a backpack. A beat-up suitcase and a camera bag rested on the desk. Did he really travel that light?

My husband.

We hadn’t gotten any pictures of our wedding. We didn’t have any pictures together. I only had a ring as proof that I’d done the most impulsive thing of my life mere hours ago.

Xander rolled over. My heart clambered into my throat. I’d met him when it was dark out. The bar lighting hadn’t been the brightest, and the wedding chapel had been suspiciously dim as well. Ah, Vegas.

But in the harsh, unforgiving light of day, Xander was even better looking. His skin was bronzed—all over. He barely had tan lines around his waist. Did he just wander outside naked?

Dark hair flopped over his forehead and brushed his nape. Eyes the color of dark rum pinned me in place and I struggled to draw in air. He was so—so—much.

God, I was married. To this guy.

“What’s wrong?” His low rumble cut through me, reminding my body of how good he could make me feel. I’d never orgasmed that hard before. Never that often. And it happened with a damn stranger.

I clutched the pristine sheet to my chest. My hair had to look like an eagle’s nest and I didn’t have a lick of makeup on. Not after water had sprayed down on me while he’d licked me until I’d sobbed his name. He’d asked what was wrong. I started with the most obvious. The most important—that I’d married a stranger to piss Chief off—would have to wait. “I don’t have any clothes.”

He lifted a dark brow, and his gaze dipped to where I’d plastered the sheet against my chest. “I don’t mind.”

If he kept looking at me like that, I wouldn’t either. But I’d made a whopper of a decision last night and I had to endure the consequences. This would all be for nothing if I didn’t follow through. “I’m supposed to meet Chief and I’m sure the place is no less than business casual. My clothes from yesterday are . . .” I looked at where they were crumpled on the floor. “No longer viable.”

“We can go back to your hotel so you can change.”

I glanced at the clock on the end table. Horror propelled me off the bed. The sheet stayed in place and I was standing naked in the middle of the room. He propped himself on his shoulder, a ridiculous set of washboard abs flexing in the morning light, and with that scattering of chest hair— I dragged my gaze to his face only to find desire darkening his eyes.

No one looked at me like he did. I was grateful the harsh light of day and my hungover panic didn’t diminish it.

“We’re going to be late.” On time was late in Chief’s world.

Xander rolled off the bed. My breath whooshed out of me. His heavy manhood was half erect and he really was as tall and broad as I’d remembered. “Then I’ll wear what I wore yesterday. We’ll be a united wrinkled front.”

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