Page 56 of Love You Like This

“Xander.”

Fuck if I don’t love the soft, breathy way she says my name as she sets the used supplies aside. She steps between my legs and studies my face. Her brow furrows, and she lifts her fingers to my jaw.

“You’re going to have a bruise here.” Her touch feathers over my skin.

“You should see the other guy,” I joke.

“It’s not funny, Xander. It wasn’t worth the trouble.”

“You’re worth it.”

Neither of us breathe for a moment as our gazes lock. I stand from the counter, my body coming alive as it brushes against hers. She doesn’t move when I lift both hands to her face and tilt her head back.

Before today we haven’t kissed since Mexico. It’s been killing me. Seeing her all day, every day but not being able to feel her against me is torture. I’ve never craved anything the way I crave the feel of her body against mine.

She rises onto her toes and closes the distance between us. Our lips brush once, twice. There’s a hesitancy between us, knowing it’s something we shouldn’t do but can’t stop ourselves. I run my tongue along the seam of her mouth, diving past her parted lips as she makes the sexiest whimper known to man.

I drop my hands to the back of her thighs and lift her into my arms. Her legs wrap around my waist as she clings to me. Our kiss never breaks as I carry her into her bedroom and lay her down. She scoots into the center of her bed and pulls me down beside her.

My dick has never been so hard. I can feel it pressing against the zipper of my shorts, aching to be touched. She slides her hand under my shirt, her fingers tracing feather light circles over my heated skin.

I pull back from the kiss but keep our foreheads pressed together. “Do you want to keep going?”

“Yes,” she rasps.

“How far?” The last thing I want to do is make her uncomfortable or go further than she’s ready.

“Not all the way.” She looks down, tearing her gaze from mine. “I’m not ready for that.”

“Okay.” I lift her chin. “We’ll go at your pace. Tell me if I go too far or do something that you don’t like.”

She nods and her fingers curl around the hem of my shirt. “Will you take this off?”

I answer her with a grin while I reach behind my neck and pull my shirt over my head. She traps her lower lip between her teeth as she lets her eyes and hands explore my body. I wince as her fingers hit the tender spot on my ribs.

“What?” She immediately pulls her hand away and scoots back to look at the spot. She frowns and pushes me flat onto my back. “You didn’t tell me about this bruise,” she says with an accusing sharpness.

“I didn’t even know there was a bruise. It’s fine.” I pull her on top of me. “Let’s go back to making out.”

I groan when she wiggles out of my hold and sits up, only now she’s straddling my hips with my cock snuggled under her weight.

“Maybe we should stop in case there’s another injury you aren’t aware of.”

“There’s not.” I’m throbbing beneath her. Knowing there’s only two layers of clothes separating us is fucking torture. Is she as wet as I am hard?

“Your voice is strained. How can I trust you aren’t lying to me?”

I squeeze her hips. “My voice is strained for a very specific reason.”

Her lips part as I drag her along my length. “Oh.” She swallows and her eyes flutter shut. “Oh, don’t stop. Fuck that feels good.”

My dick pulses beneath her. She looks like a goddess above me. Her hair wild and tumbling down her shoulders. The tiny tank top she wears leaves nothing to the imagination as her nipples strain against the fabric. I reach up and run my thumb over one of the pebbled peaks. Her eyes fly open and lock on my face.

I need to kiss her. To taste her lips on mine while she squirms and grinds against me. I lift my other hand and cup her neck, pulling her down for another long, deep kiss. She braces her hands on my chest and keeps rocking her pelvis over mine. Heat gathers in the base of my spine.

I nearly whimper when she breaks away from my lips and sits back up. My lips tingle from the loss. Just as I’m about to pull her back down to me, she grabs the hem of her top. I freeze as she lifts the soft material over her head revealing a body I’ve spent way too long fantasizing about.

She has the most perfect tits I’ve ever seen. I watch with awe as she grabs both my hands and lifts them to her chest. The gravity of her giving me permission to explore her body like this makes me want to simultaneously combust and worship her. Her breasts fill my hands perfectly, as if she’d been sculpted just for me. I explore different types of touch with her, gentle caresses and sharp pinches. Her hips jerk, and she releases a high-pitched gasp when I twist her nipples.