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“You’re beautiful,” he said, studying her body. “Simple perfection.”
His gentle touch sent ripples of pleasure through her body as she leaned into his touch. She could feel his lap stiffen in anticipation, and she ground into him as she bent down and claimed his mouth with hers. The fireworks began then, passion exploding in her mind with urgent want. Knowing him made the kiss even more intense, she thought, as she anticipated every move his mouth made. She knew him on a deeper level and that made the passion even stronger. Couldn’t he feel that, she wondered? Couldn’t he feel how well their mouths fit together?
Xavier broke free. “I want you,” he murmured.
“I want you, too,” she replied, a low whisper in her throat.
Then Xavier stood, lifting her in his arms, as if she weighed nothing. He carried her to her bedroom, where he laid her gently on her bed and kissed her once more, their tongues melting together in a desperate heat. Here, with his weight on her chest, she felt like she’d known him for years. He anticipated her every want, his hands driving her wild. He seemed to know exactly how she wanted to be touched, as if he could see right into her mind. She let him take her to the places she knew he would, leading her right to the edge.
* * *
Xavier devoured Emma’s body. He couldn’t get enough of her, her perfectly puckered pink nipples, the way she moaned in such delight as he touched her. Her body was an instrument he’d never get tired of playing, and as he explored her curves, he realized with a shock that he’d never felt this way about anyone before. Was it her amazing pheromones? She smelled delicious, and tasted even better. He’d had many women, but something about her just instantly made him hard. His desire and need for her thrilled him and frightened him all at once. If he needed her this badly, what would happen when he lost her?
He tried to push the worry from his mind, even as he slipped inside her, feeling her tense around him, hugging him so deliciously tight. She wrapped her bare legs around his waist and he thought he might come then and there. Amazing. Just absolutely amazing. Mind-blowing, even. Could he allow himself the risk of wanting her? Did he even have a choice?
She pulled him deeper inside her, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to last much longer. He needed to fill her, needed to make her his.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
XAVIER CAME AWAKE the next morning to the smell of pancakes filling the small apartment. He rolled over and found Emma’s side of the bed empty, and heard the clatter in the kitchen that was his lover making him breakfast. He fell back into his pillow, inhaling the sweet scent, feeling strangely satisfied. Perhaps it was because he’d spent the night exploring Emma’s body. God, he just never got tired of the woman. Could it be that they shared a passion that wouldn’t wane?
He sat up on his elbows. He still wasn’t convinced. He wasn’t like his father. He didn’t believe that love came to stay. He believed that love came and went, on its own accord, on a timetable known to no one. He was playing with fire with Emma, and he knew it. He shouldn’t have spent the night, shouldn’t have indulged in all that sex. He felt warm and comfortable, and that was dangerous. He grabbed his phone off the dresser and glanced at the face of it. No urgent messages from work, so he had that flexibility. He noticed the Nost app told him he had ten messages waiting for him, but for once, he didn’t feel the urge to check them. He remembered, distantly, messaging a few women last night before he discovered that Emma might be in trouble. Now that urge to see another woman faded into the background. He had all the woman he wanted, right here. Of course, that was what troubled him. He still felt uneasy about his growing need for Emma. The lazy Sunday stretched out before him and all he wanted to do was spend it with Emma. Preferably naked.
He rolled from bed, pulled up his boxers and his jeans and walked into the living room. He saw Emma, blond hair messy, wearing an oversized sweatshirt and nothing else, and he wanted to spend the day with her. Hell, the month. Maybe longer.
“Morning, sexy,” Emma called from the kitchen, her eyes flicking appreciatively down his bare chest. “You hungry?”
“Starved.” He grinned as he set his phone on the breakfast bar. “We worked up an appetite.”
“You bet we did.” Emma sent him a knowing glance and her delicate features made his groin tighten. God, she was beautiful. What had he done to deserve such a beautiful woman? He wanted to drop at her feet and worship her...with his tongue, he thought, a wry smile spreading across his face. He closed the distance between them and swept her into his arms, dipping his head so he could kiss her lips. Her lips were so willing, so soft, that he wasn’t sure if he could control himself long enough to eat breakfast.
