Page 43 of Xane

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

–XANE –

Her eyes are wide and the way she’s staring at me with a slight frown?It’s easy to see her mind is running a hundred miles an hour.I meant what I said, and was met with her one-word response.Three letters with a load of meaning and promise.Fuck it.I didn’t pop the question, but it’s too damn easy to pass up the moment.

“It’s a good thing we have the property ink on our skin already and don’t need rings.Wearing a ring during your line of work isn’t smart, right?I saw Ivy wearing a ring on a chain around her neck.”There, distracting her with a question will make her mind jump to answering it instead of thinking about the fact I just ruled us engaged.

Her frown deepens and she automatically replies, “Doctors wear rings, but some forego to wear one due to sterility.It also depends on the ring, if it’s smooth...otherwise it could snag the glove.”

I press my pelvis against hers and cover her mouth with mine.It’s one way to silence her if she brings up the engagement, and the perfect way to taste her again.I have no clue why she pulled me into our room, and I was hungry as fuck from the smell of her food.Right now, the only thing I crave is her.

She kisses me back with the same ferocity.Her hands fist the leather of my cut and pull me close.Eyes wide open and filled with lust.Dammit.I want nothing more than to feel her tight pussy wrapped around my cock.

It’s been too damn long since I’ve felt her, and this thought makes me feel like a damn idiot.I’m caging her in and am practically humping her against the door.Reaching out, I place my hand at the back of her neck and slow down our heated kiss.Taking a step back to create space between my pelvis and hers, I connect our foreheads and take a shuddering breath.

“Sorry,” I mumble.“I’m going too damn fast and taking more than you’re willing...capable...fuck.”

It’s harder than my cock to voice out the reasons why I need to pace myself.Her trauma doesn’t stand between us, but it is a part entwined with our lives.Me grinding against her feels like I’m overstepping boundaries.I have no clue if she’s ready to have sex yet and by the way we kissed thinking went straight out the damn window.

She roughly yanks with her fist wrapped tight in the leather of my cut, but her voice is a mere whisper when she mutters, “I’m willing, capable, and the fuck part is definitely what I want.”

My smile comes fast and is damn huge.“The fuck part, as in sex?”

She rolls her eyes.“As in your penis...”

I hold up my finger to stop her.“In this room it’s a cock, darlin’.It’s pierced, we’re not playing doctor, and as you witnessed the other day...it’s functioning perfectly.”

Her cheeks heat and I fucking relish in the fact she glances down and bites her bottom lip.She’s thinking about me in the shower, jerking off in front of her like she asked me to.Just like the way she’s asking to have sex.Right.Now.

Without thinking twice, I gently take her wrists and step back so her fingers let go of my leather cut.Once I’m free, I quickly shrug out of my cut and place it on the chair in the corner.The rest of my clothes end up on the floor at rapid speed.My ass bounces on the bed as I scoot down to lie comfortably on my back.

I’m clean, and Z had the results back from her bloodwork.Roux checked Ramiro’s medical files to make sure the fucker was clean so Z wasn’t at risk.Dammit, no more thinking about the past.

Turning my head Z’s way I tell her, “Come sit on my face.I want to lick that sweet pussy I had to miss for over a damn decade.”

Her eyes go wide at my words and yet her legs start to move.I know for a fact no bad memories will cling to her sitting on my face.The short interaction between Ramiro and Z gave me the knowledge the fucker tortured her into submission.Giving her all the power by letting her be on top is a clear twist, and hopefully the fresh angle we need to start over.

Z kicks her shoes off and shoves her pants down along with her panties.She reaches back and I’m guessing she’s unclipping her bra because that too lands on the floor, but she keeps the shirt on.