Somehow, I doubted it. At least, not if he knew the truth about the lies I’d been telling. But there’d be time to discuss that later. For now, I just wanted to enjoy this moment with him. Enjoy the fact that this incredibly handsome, talented man was interested in me. And not because of my last name or family wealth, but because of whoIwas.
“You are… My god, you’re breathtaking,” he whispered like a prayer.
I was too busy staring at his tattoos, tracing them with my fingers, exploring the smooth skin of his shoulders. He said I was breathtaking, but he was the one who was built like a god. Xander was no mere mortal, and everything about him rendered me speechless.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” I teased, feeling both incredibly intimidated and turned on.
“Not so bad?” His hands fluttered at my stomach, the slight movement tickling me. “Not so bad?”
“Nah. Especially considering how old you are.” His age didn’t bother me at all, but it was fun messing with him.
“Old.Old?” He grabbed my hips, pulling me on top of him. “You’re going to be glad I’m so ‘old’ after you benefit from my experience.”
“We’ll see.” I smirked.
I liked this more playful, aggressive side to him. I liked seeing him let go.
I slid over his erection, relishing the sensation. I wanted so badly to just…
“I want you,” I said, amazed at my brazenness. What was it about Xander that made me bold, confident, fearless? I wasn’t sure, but I knew I liked it. “I’m on the pill.”
“I’m clean, but I have a condom upstairs in my nightstand,” he said between kisses.
It was only a few steps away, but it sounded like miles. I didn’t want to be apart from him. I didn’t want to break this spell and let the moment slip away. So, I decided to take matters into my own hands.
“Or we could…” I lifted up, gripping him at the base to position him, clearly suggesting that we forgo the condom.
His eyes darkened. “Are you sure? It’s only if you want to.”
I didn’t answer him with words. Slowly, with my eyes locked on his, his hands gripping my hips, teeth digging into his lips, I lowered myself.
“Oh fuck,” he said, dragging out the word as my muscles clenched and adjusted to his size.
I’d expected it to hurt, but it wasn’t as terrible as I’d feared. There was a little pinch, but then I quickly adjusted to the sensation.
Inch by delicious inch, I slid down his shaft until I felt so full, I thought I might burst. I shifted, wiggling my hips as I settled into the feeling of being so connected. So vulnerable.
“If you don’t stop moving like that,” he grunted, his fingers digging into my skin, “this is going to be over before it really gets started.”
I giggled, leaning down so my hair brushed against his chest. He closed his eyes, biting back a groan as I wiggled my hips a little more just to tease him. I’d never felt so powerful.
A few shaky breaths later, he growled, flipping us so that he was on top. His body pressed mine into the cushions, his scent surrounding me. I gasped when he thrust into me, his chest brushing against my nipples, his eyes intent on mine.
“Is this okay?” he asked, his brows furrowed with concern.
“Yes. More. Please,” I panted, feeling the pleasure building. I needed him to keep going, not stop.
I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him closer to me. And he sank into me, giving me all of him as he kissed me like the world might end.
“Fuck, you feel amazing. So tight.”
I kissed him just as passionately, clinging to this notion that I was the brave, confident woman he saw me as. And as my vision clouded with all the colors of the rainbow, I knew I’d never felt more free. More like myself than I was with Xander.
He threaded his fingers through my hair, pulling my mouth to his. His hands were everywhere—sliding down my back, gripping my butt, holding me closer to him. With every thrust, the intensity built.
“Oh god. Oh god,” I chanted, unable to do or say anything else.
I gripped the couch, needing to hold on to something for fear I’d float away. And as the orgasm came barreling through me, I screamed in ecstasy. Xander wasn’t far behind. His muscles clenched, abs rippling as he poured his release into me.
