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“Take off your panties.”
Fingers trembling wildly, I scooped the lacy things off me, getting wetter by the second.
“Show me how wet you are for me,” he rumbled, his voice low and stroking me deep inside.
I nibbled on my bottom lip and spread my thighs apart.
“Jesus Christ, you're beautiful,” he murmured. He hadn't even looked at my breasts, or between my thighs. His eyes were firmly locked on my face, and he smiled. His green gaze drank in my breasts, swept over my abdomen, and widened when he hit the place between my thighs. My body, the velvety soft folds of me, were wide open and drenched in desire. “Fuck.”
He dropped to his knees, like he was humbled by my wetness. Humbled by the gift of my body.
No, I thought, my heart fluttering wildly in my chest. Humbled by me.
I didn't care that we were on the hardwood floor, with the lasagna dying on the table, and spitting distance from a metal coffee table that was definitely an accident waiting to happen if we got really wild. There was no more holding back. No more pretending like I could stand one more second without him inside me.
He held my gaze steady, a look of mixed bliss and the strain of trying to savor every sensation without tumbling over the edge. I felt the tip of him just inside my warmth. Lingering as he drew it up and down the entrance of me. With no warning, he thrust inside me. Filling me. Completing me.
I squeezed my eyes shut, the pain sparking at the edge of my consciousness, but it was consumed by the pleasure of having him inside me. Our bodies collided, my hips meeting his, each stroke deeper than the last. Each stroke pushing me closer to orgasm.
He slid down to me, chest to chest as our bodies joined, his eyes caressing me. His moans filled my ears like the sweetest music I'd ever heard.
“More,” I begged, grinding and pumping my hips upward. “More!”
He unleashed a string of expletives and nothing existed outside of us. Nothing mattered but the way our bodies fit together so naturally. So erotically.
The stirring of my climax started deep inside, sparking like fireworks when his thrusts built in speed and I couldn't hold on. I had to come.
“Xander!” I screeched and my body echoed the sentiment, my orgasm ripping through me, leaving nothing but me panting, clawing and shuddering.
He cried out and I could tell from the way his face tightened and his thrusts became wild and furious that he was with me. We were both at the point of insanity and ultimate pleasure.
Sticky with sweat and breathless, we laid side by side, gasping on the floor.
“H-holy...holy crap,” I stuttered, my chest heaving up and down. Every part of me was turned up to ten, electric to the touch. I used my last bit of energy to turn to him and attempted a smile when I saw he was just as wrecked as I was.
He tilted his head toward me. His dark hair was plastered to his forehead. His cheeks were flushed in a way that made me dig deep into my energy reserves. I rolled on top of him, pecking him on the forehead, then the tip of his nose. I swept his sweaty strands back so I could look him deep in the eyes and ask him a very important question.
“Ready for round two?”
Chapter Six: Xander
Round two left me sweating in a way that I had only experienced at the gym, at the hands of a person I hired to scream at me until my muscles screamed. At Penny's hands, and mouth, and other hot and wet parts of her, every part of me screamed for more. By the time round four rolled around, I had to wave my white flag and admit that Xander Wade had met his match: she was even more insatiable than I was.
We'd worked our way upstairs, but remained on the floor, our bodies plastered to each other in front of the window. We were solidly in the wee hours of morning, the city that was usually pulsing and alive barely a whisper below us. I felt the new day despite hours between us and the sunrise. Penny and I had turned a page-hell, we'd thrown the book out the window. We were done with me claiming that I felt something more for her with the check looming in the distance. The incessant beeping of the timer on our relationship had been silenced. We got to choose our destination without an end in sight.
She snuggled closer, her body fitting mine like it was always meant to be this way. “I want to know more about you. The unabridged story of your life.”
“My life story?” I chuckled, sweeping my fingertips across her bare back. “The wedding is in a few hours, and it would take me weeks to tell you just how fucked up I am.”
She shuddered. “Don't remind me about the wedding.”
I swept my fingertips lower, skating toward the curve of her ass. “I'm sure your sister has you guys wearing something beautiful and sexy-”
“And she keeps reminding us of that gift every chance she gets,” she scoffed. “How grateful we should be that she's allowing us to wear designer threads that aren't completely hideous on her big day.”
I'd only gleaned who her sister was based on the bits and pieces Penny shared, but I had a feeling we wouldn't get along. It had very little to do with the fact that she was high maintenance...it was because she'd hurt my Penny. That was not something easily forgiven. “I'll be right there beside you. Whether she goes into diva mode, or that blonde tries to trip you up, whether you're in a designer dress or a paper sack, you’ll be beautiful. And you’ll be okay.” I propped my arm beneath my head. “I do have my preferences in the dress department though.”
“You do?”
