“What?” I grasped her hands in mine. “Are you kidding?”
She bit her lip, her doe eyes peering up at me. I wondered if she could hear my heart because it felt like it might damn near beat out of my chest.
“Angel, I want you so fucking bad. I’ve wanted you ever since the first time I saw you.”
I wanted her, but it was more than that. Ineededher. And I would’ve been concerned by how much I’d come to rely on her had all the blood not rushed to my dick, making it impossible to think.
She peered up at me, her gray eyes soft and pleading. “Take me, Xander. Please.”
Those words, and the way she looked at me—this woman was going to be my undoing.
Chapter Ten
He crushed my mouth with his, backing me toward the sofa as we raced to take each other’s clothes off. Shirts, pants went flying, and we couldn’t stop touching each other. When the backs of my knees hit the sofa, I sank down onto it.
Xander covered my body with his, pressing his lips, his hips to mine, his hard-on digging into me. Insistent. Needy. Wanting.
Or maybe that was just how Xander made me feel. Like a ball of need, like we were on the precipice of something both incredible and terrifying.
He kissed his way down my chest, and my nipples puckered against the cups of my bra.Oh god.
“You’re so beautiful, my angel.”
I softened at the term of endearment, but my cheeks heated, warmth flushing my skin as he ventured farther south. He kissed the sensitive skin on my stomach and sides, making me writhe and giggle.
“I’m so sorry.” I laughed, clutching at the couch so I wouldn’t try to cover myself with my hands. “I’m super—” I laughed when his scruff brushed against my skin again. “Ticklish.”
He glanced up at me, curls wild, grin askew. “Is that so?”
He ran his tongue along my stomach, lower toward my mound, which only made me giggle again. I covered my face with my hands, completely mortified. But this was new to me, and even though I was incredibly turned on—and ticklish—I was also anxious.
Xander propped himself up on his elbow. “It’s okay. We don’t have to do this. We don’t have to do anything.”
“But I want to,” I said, hoping he’d realize how sincere I was. “I really,reallydo. But…” I bit my lip. “I need you to be patient. This is new to me.”
He smiled down at me, caressing my cheek with his thumb. “Am I your first?” His voice was gravelly when he spoke, though his gaze was tender.
“Yes,” I whispered.
He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “I promise to go as fast or as slow as you need. I promise to make you feel good. Do you trust me?”
I stared into those bottomless blue eyes that had so captivated me since day one, and I knew the answer. “Yes.”
He slanted his mouth over mine, our tongues tangling, our legs intertwined. I forgot about anything and everything but the feel of him. The warmth of his skin where our bodies connected. The way he caressed my skin, as if he were in no rush.
He might be patient, but the need within me grew, and I found myself rocking against him. Despite the layers between us, the friction felt so good. Especially when he ran his hands over my breasts, squeezing and pinching them. But I wanted more. I wanted it all.
“Off. Now.” I tugged at his boxers.
He chuckled, barely breaking the kiss to say, “Yes, ma’am.”
He slid them over his hips, and his cock sprang out. It was…oh my god.It’s huge.
Another chuckle, this time darker, making me realize I’d said that aloud. But seriously, the thing was massive.
“May I?” he asked, running his finger along the top of my bra.
I sat up, pushing it off my shoulders before unhooking it and allowing it to fall. Even though he’d seen me naked before, he looked at me as if it were the first time. And I wondered if he’d always look at me that way—like I was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.
