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The aftershock of her orgasm slams through her. Tiny tremors clench my fingers. When her body calms, I free her hands and she pushes me away. Regret settles in her eyes, and she scoots off the counter.
“That was probably a bad idea.“
I cross my arms, watching her snatch up her clothes and dress. “Why?”
The irony I'm now asking ‘why’ isn't lost on me.
“Because I care about you.” A feeling I’ve fought for so long spreads through my chest. “I’ve known you my whole life,” she continues. “We were friendsonce.” She stands with her hand on her hip, eyes on fire.
“We still are,” I say, lifting her over my shoulder and once again carrying her caveman style. This time, to my bedroom.
Chapter 25
Rhiannon
Feelings I locked away, fight their way free.
He’s dangerous. Someone I should run away from and never look back. Not because of his power or his dabbling in my human trafficking, because he has a hold on my heart that will never be released.
He sets me down in his master suite, and I take a mini tour with my eyes. Sleek back furniture, flat screen tv, vibrant splashes of red on the white walls. The one thing I can’t stop focusing on is the massive four poster bed. Fit for a King.
I gulp.
He moves toward me, reaches his hands into my hair and pulls my lips to meet his. And then it’s so good as he kisses me like he owns me. It’s a feeling I don’t want to stop.
“I could kiss you all night,” he says.
And I could kiss him all night too.
And I want to.
He moves me further toward the bed, his tongue tracing down the column of my throat, into the dip of my collarbone, and then back up to do it all over again.
This all feels insane. Crazy insane.
I’ve dreamt about having Xavier’s hands all over me so many times. And now that it’s happening, it feels better than anything. A kind of better I want to keep going all night long.
His breaths get rougher, his grip on me tightens, and I moan along with him.
An unabashed yearning floods through me at full-force. Desires I’d buried so long ago break the surface, screaming and ripping through me. He makes me feel sexy the way he kisses me all over as if he needs to cover every inch. And it turns me on. So bad.
How could I even pretend I don’t want him? How can I ever want to leave him after this? And when I do, is it so bad to want to have this to take away with me?
The magnitude of his touch is soul-crushing as he kisses me again. His tongue does this little dance with mine, and he presses his rock-hard body against me.
I need to see him naked. I need to see that muscle that forms the sexy V that always tempted me and trail my tongue along to see where it leads. This thought excites me, more than I already am, and I blush a bit.
“Rhi, tell me you want me inside you.”
My words fail me. He’s already inside me, imprinted on my soul.
I almost expect him to throw me on the bed, and ravage me, but he keeps paying reverence to the skin just below my ear, electrifying my senses with his passionate lips.
And then, he moves away from me to sit on the bed, eyes blazing.
Having his mouth on me earlier was too many sensations firing off at once, and I won’t lie, the thought of beinghisdoes excite me, but I keep quiet.
“Ah, I see. You don’t like the fact that your body is betraying you. You want me, admit it?”
