I was selfish.
This was selfish.
What if we got caught?
Wecouldget caught.
Somebody could walk in on us and see us like this.
The thought was the only thing that made me pull away from Xander.
“No.” He growled, pulling me back to him. “I need you.”
If ever I’d ever questioned whether this man spoke the truth to me I knew now that he did. His eyes. It was all there in his eyes. All there for me to see. He needed me.
“I need you too,” I told him and I meant that in so many ways I couldn’t explain.
Not right now.
Before he could say anything I took his hand and led him into the closet where we would be safe.
It was the little closet I kept my stationery in and stored various things like my art supplies.
As soon as we got in there he took charge. Kissing me.
Kissing me again and I succumbed to the kiss, wanting to savor the feel of him on my lips.
I kissed him too, but not the way I normally did. Not in that needy, heady way that showed how badly I wanted him.
He swept his hot wet tongue into my mouth and made love to my mouth with the sensual manner in which he kissed me.
There would be nothing slow about us today. Not with the way he touched me. I stilled my breathing so I could control my moans. Just so I could keep that awareness about me and not get lost entirely.
It was too dangerous to even slip for a second.
Anyone could walk into the office. There wasn’t a lock on the door and now I thought that was designed on purpose. This closet had a lock from the inside but it wouldn’t take two guesses to know that someone had to be on the inside to lock it.
His lips moved to the side of my neck, nibbling on the skin there and when he cupped my breasts my body arched into him, pressing against the hard solid walls of his chest.
How I longed to be touched by him…
How I longed to feel his hands on me just like this.
Not damn Armand.
Armand who made me sick just to think of his name.
Not him.
I wouldn’t want him touching me ever again, not for anything.
I wanted Xander. No matter how badly he’d hurt me, he was who I wanted.
He shoved my top down just enough to pull it away from my left breast then he closed his mouth over the nipple and sucked. I pressed my head against the wall and closed my eyes. My body overwrought with passion succumbed to the elation that glided through me. Elation infused and laced through my heart. It hummed and flowed throughout me, licking at the endings of every nerve.
I just wanted to enjoy it, enjoy him, his mouth on me, tasting me.
Even if it felt like he was touching me like it was the last time.
