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To nibble certain parts of me anyway.
But it’s his eyes that make me gasp, scanning my body from head to toe as he makes another low sound before they settle back on mine.
They look totally black, like the night sky if I could take all the stars out. The only light in them is a pinpoint of light in each that is just for me.
Like two stars in his head that are just mine.
“You’ve hurt your foot,” he observes, and I groan again, reasoning that great strength and god-like good looks must be the tradeoff.
He’s either just a little shy around people, or maybe had a fall of his own at some point, like on his head as a child.
Good looks yeah, but about as sharp as a bowling ball.
I notice his lip curling into a smile as if he can read my thoughts faster than I can think them myself.
“You’re Gillian Parker, from the campus. I’m Xander. Xander Sixteen,” he murmurs absently, his eyes straying to my heaving chest, nipples stiff with the cold and only aroused further by his interest.
“Xander Sixteen?” I ask, taken aback, wondering if he’s maybe escaped from the psychology lab instead. One of those weird experiments we hear about but tell ourselves could never happen in this day and age.
“Err, forgive me. I mean, I’m Doctor Xander Sexton. Professor Sexton, Astrophysics,” he says trying to keep his smile but looking like he’s spoken out of turn or said too much.
“Professor Sexton,” he repeats, giving me a sharp look in reply to my bowling ball analogy I just had.
I flinch suddenly when he reaches for my ankle, knowing it’ll hurt like nothing else, but the effect is the opposite.
His touch is like a cool soothing balm, reaching under the pain to find me.
Cleansing me almost completely of all the pain in some way.
His soothing touch is also filled with strength and confidence. A deep knowledge and ability of things I could never understand.
But with all this, his touch is also the electric charge between two people. A man and a woman. Two people who’ve found each other after an impossible search.
I feel this… thing too. The same thing inside me when I heard that sound and I know without having to even think that it’s all come from him.
He’s been watching me and now he’s finally touching me.
Okay, he’s not touching me where I wanted a few moments ago, but that was before I fell off a precipice.
We’re both glad for this feeling, and his lip curls into a smile again but for the life of me I’ve just broken my foot.
How can it feel so good?
His own breath shivers, and glancing down I can easily see a thick line in the front of his pants which he doesn’t think to cover in the semi-darkness, but I know an aroused man when I see one.
Okay, I don’t. But unless he has a telescope or specialty bread in his pants, I’d say the man has as much a tingle inside him as I do right now.
“Better?” he asks, smiling wider with a sigh of satisfaction, but leaving his hand on my ankle until I feel it growing warm again.
“How did you—” I try to ask, wondering what the hell just happened, but he artfully changes the subject.
He announces firmly but casually that I’m in no position to walk home.
“Is there someone I should call?” he asks, suddenly looking worried I might say yes as he helps me up.
To my amazement, I can put a little weight on my foot, but it feels more like a sprain than a broken ankle after the initial shock.
“Uh, no,” I reply. “Just me and… ah crap! Orion. The little dog? He’ll be gone by now,” I whine, almost whimpering by the time his huge arms come around me, making me feel so small against him as he supports me.
My heavy chest presses into his ribs that are solid rock, his pecs flexing as he helps me take a few steps before he growls with disapproval.
“This won’t do, not at all,” he says to himself, and before I can think he’s swept me up off my feet, one huge arm under my butt and the other around my back.
Cradling me like I weigh nothing, but allowing both our bodies to have plenty of contact.
“I’ll carry you home, just need to pick up some equipment, it will only take a moment,” he murmurs, his body so close to mine I can feel the reverberation of his voice moving through me as he speaks quietly.
“What about Orion?” I ask, remembering I’m due to leave in two days and his owners...
Oh god! His owners. The house. What am I gonna do?
Xander shrugs. “He’ll be back. You do feed him, don’t you?” he asks, looking down his sharp nose into my eyes, letting me know he’s not totally serious.
