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I purse my lips but then say what I haven’t been able to stop thinking about all morning, double now after our breakfast table quickie. I can’t help the grin from taking over as I lean my face into his, searching his eyes.

“We might have just made a baby,” I whisper. For the first time in my life, the concept doesn’t immediately send me into a crazed panic either.

I’m not sure why exactly, except that I know it’s because of Xavier. Everything’s changed because of this giant who just barged in and inserted himself in the center of my life. Or rather, he stole me away to his world and like a sun, my life now revolves around him. There’s a voice shouting in the back of my head, unhealthy! Unhealthy!

But when his eyes flare at my words and his hands drop to my waist, I don’t care.

Especially when next, a goddamned miracle happens.

He kisses me.

And not on my ear or my neck or one of the other hundred places his mouth has explored before.

No, I mean he kisses me on the lips.

It’s not just some gentle peck either.

He kisses me on the lips and immediately goes for the kill, pushing through the seam of my lips with his thrusting tongue.

I can’t help clamping my legs tighter around him and kissing him back.

I’ve been kissed before. A fair amount even. I was a virgin but still curious. There were a few boyfriends that I kissed a lot before I broke up with because I didn’t want them getting ideas that all the kissing meant I was willing to go further.

But no kiss in my life has come close to anything like this one.

As with everything else, Xavier immediately takes command of the kiss. And it doesn’t just involve his tongue and lips. No, his whole body is tense and alive underneath mine. His hands grip and knead my waist with a desperate intensity. He kisses me with the ferocity of a man bent on devouring his prey.

And me? I might be happier than I ever imagined, being under this man’s power, but that does not mean I’m about to become some meek little delicate flower.

Hell no.

I give back as good as I get.

My tongue tangles with his and I thrust back into his mouth, as eager to taste and explore him as he is me.

I’m no longer satisfied with the façade he’s been willing to show me thus far. Dammit, I want it all. I want to know the name of the first horse he ever owned and what his goddamned favorite color is. I want to know what haunts his sleep and what makes him happy and sad and everything in between.

So I kiss him back like my life depends on it. Because maybe if I’m lucky, this is the first chink in his armor and I’m paving my first inroad to getting to know this eccentric and, sure, a bit fucked-up man.

But maybe he’s my eccentric, fucked-up man? Or he could be?

Xavier’s hands travel up my body, pausing to squeeze my breasts before coming to hold the sides of my face again.

And God, him cupping my face while kissing me with those soul-deep kisses? It’s enough to have my stomach dropping out beneath the floor.

I can’t help the low moan that rumbles out of my throat. I know I just came twice but I’m already primed and ready again.

“The animals will be fine for one day, surely. How about we take the day off?” I look up at him hopefully.

But Xavier pulls away, shaking his head in amusement, eyes still centered on my lips.

I try to lean forward to recapture his lips with mine. “Then how about just for the morning. They’ll be okay for one little morning. Think of it as letting them sleep in.”

He laughs full out, halting my progression by grabbing my upper arms. “Horses barely sleep. I never break routine. And,” his eyes flick up to the clock on the wall behind me, “we’re already late as it is.”

Then he’s standing up, hauling me with him as he goes.

He ignores my pouting lip. “Would it make a difference if I begged?” I try.

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