âI will always appreciate our time together, and if you ever need me for anything, you know how to reach me. Donât ever hesitate to call, all right?â
Farrah nodded. âAll right. Thanks.â
He cupped her chin in his hand before leaning down and capturing her mouth in a kiss that she felt all the way to her toes. His tongue tangled with hers, eliciting all kinds of lust that began rushing through her veins in a matter of seconds.
When he finally released her mouth and stepped back, she eased back down to the edge of the bed to watch him get dressed. He slid his jeans back over his muscular thighs before readjusting his briefs. She studied the bulge in his crotch, the object that had given her so much pleasure over the past year. It was still hard, thick and so engorged it practically seemed ready to explode.
Desire thrummed through her body as she remembered how good he felt inside of her, how good he tasted, and she quickly decided there was no use letting a good opportunity go to waste.
âXavier?â
He glanced over at her as he buttoned his jeans. âYes?â
âHow about one more for the road?â
Dear Reader,
When I first introduced Xavier Kane in Risky Pleasures (Vanessa Steele and Cameron Codyâs love story), I was already imagining the kind of love interest he would have. Then, while writing Intimate Seduction (Donovanâs story) and introducing Farrah (Natalieâs best friend), I knew I had found the woman for Xavier.
Bachelor Unleashed is Xavier and Farrahâs story. Itâs a love affair started in Intimate Seduction, where hints were given as to where things were headed in Bachelor Untamed. Both have reasons for not wanting to become involved in a serious relationship, but when it comes to true love, this couple finds out that they can only follow their hearts.
And donât worry if you havenât read any of the previous booksâthis is a wonderful stand-alone story, as well.
I hope you enjoy reading Xavier and Farrahâs story as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Happy reading!
Brenda Jackson
BRENDA JACKSON is a die âheartâ romantic who married her childhood sweetheart and still proudly wears the âgoing steadyâ ring he gave her when she was fifteen. Because sheâs always believed in the power of love, Brendaâs stories always have happy endings. In her real-life love story, Brenda and Gerald, her husband of thirty-eight years, live in Jacksonville, Florida, and have two sons.
A New York Times bestselling author of more than seventy-five romance titles, Brenda is a retiree from a major insurance company and now divides her time between family, writing and traveling with Gerald. You may write to Brenda at PO Box 28267, Jacksonville, Florida 32226, USA or her e-mail address, [email protected], or visit her website at www.brendajackson.net.
To the love of my life,
Gerald Jackson, Snr.
Acknowledgements
Special thanks to Sharon Beaner, who took the time to enlighten me about the job of a mediator.
This one is especially for you.
Give, and it will be given to you. A good measure, pressed down, shaken together and running over, will be poured into your lap.
âLuke 6:38
There was nothing a woman was left wanting before, during and after making love with Xavier Kane. And Farrah Langley was caught now in the throes of one of those heated, satisfying moments.
She had known she was in for a sensual treat the minute sheâd opened the door to him earlier. With a bottle of wine in his hand, heâd stood there looking sexier than any man had a right to look, arriving for what had become known as one of his infamous booty calls. Now with three orgasms behind her in less than an hour and her body climbing greedily toward a fourth, she reached the conclusion that Xavier Kane was a pleasure-producing maniac.
They were in the middle of her bed, on top of the covers, naked, soaked in perspiration, their limbs entwined, their bodies connected, making out like sex-deprived addicts who couldnât get enough of each other. It was always this endless need that drove them out of control and over the edge. Something about the feel of his hot, sweaty flesh rubbing against hers as he thrust in and out of her body made her g-spot literally weep.
The room exuded the scent of raw sex, the aroma of a virile man, and she was drenched in the fragrance of a deeply satisfied woman. A woman who was his most willing partner and was doing everything to keep up with him. The manâs sexual appetite was voracious, and he delivered just as much as he procured. She had no complaints, just compliments. Xavier definitely knew how to conduct business in the bedroom.
It was storming outside, and they were having their own monsoon inside. Only with him did she experience such a downpour of torrential sensations, such a deluge of emotions ⦠some she knew were best kept under wraps. But he had a way of pulling them out of her anyway. He had the ability to make her want things she was better off not having. More than once with him sheâd let her guard down, allowed her bodyâs own greedy wants and needs to betray her, which was a transgression that could cost her.