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She smiles so sweetly. "A good friend provides comfort of whatever sort is required. Am I your good friend?"
I grip her hand tighter and lead her through the shop into the kitchen. I lift her onto the nearest counter and step between her legs. "You might just be my best friend."
She kisses me first and whatever restraint I'd felt before, all the good reasons I had not to kiss her, fade away.
I grip the back of her neck, pulling her closer as she opens to me and we deepen the kiss.
She presses her body against mine, surely feeling how hard I am already. Just kissing this woman gets me rock hard. Hell, just being around her makes me want to touch her, to kiss her.
She slides her hands under my shirt, skin-to-skin, and I've never felt anything better. What is it about her that makes me want her so much? Is it just a chemical reaction like sugar melting into caramel or is it something more?
CHAPTER TWENTY
Cherry
Ihad thoughts. I remember something about keeping things platonic and… But I've been so good for so long, pretending to be responsible and ambitious, pretending to be better than the party girl I used to be.
I want to feel good. To have fun. To let loose and worry about consequences never.
And Xavier feels so damn amazing. His warm skin, carved by muscle, under my palms, his hardness pressing against my throbbing center, his mouth so expertly exploring mine.
I rock my hips mindlessly, desperate for more, and he groans. Damn, it's a sexy groan. It's a world-shattering groan, because everything around us vanishes and all that's left is him and me and pleasure.
So. Much. Pleasure.
I push at his shirt, a dark blue henley that sculpts to his muscles. It's sexy and suits him, but I want it off.
He does this thing with his tongue against the roof of my mouth that makes something in my core light up and I forget all about getting his shirt off for several long, delicious moments.
I haven't seen him eat any candy today, but he tastes like peppermint and chocolate, decadent and sinful and electrifying.
He releases his grip on the back of my head to run his hands down my back and grab my ass, yanking me against him like I could possibly get any closer, as he continues kissing me.
I grab at his shirt again and, this time, he relents, breaking the kiss long enough to pull off his shirt, one hand still on my ass.
He leans down to go back to kissing me, but I push against his shoulders. "I want to see."
With a huff, he straightens, but he doesn't let go of me, just gives me enough room to see his gorgeous body, before his lips are on mine again.
And pushing at my own shirt. He doesn't stop kissing me to let me take it off, though, he just pushes it up and molds his hands over my breasts, flicking my nipples with his thumbs.
He presses kisses along my jaw and hovers near my ear, his voice husky when he asks, "This okay?"
"Mm-hmm." I'm beyond the point of speech.
He pushes down the cups of my lacy red bra and drops his mouth to my right breast, filling his mouth with me and flicking my nipple with his tongue. The sensation goes straight to my clit and I moan, arching my back to give him better access.
He pushes up my shirt, and I help him get it off. He straightens, taking me in, the hunger on his face nearly as sexy as his mouth on me. "Xavier. I want—"
He kisses my words away. "Please," he rasps out. "Say you want me to touch you."
"Yes. So much." Then I drop my head and lick his right nipple. I bite it gently and smile when he moans. I straighten. "Say you want me to touch you."
He grips my wrists and holds them behind my back. "You asked first and I'm a firm believer in not coming until you've come at least three times."
His grip is loose enough that I could pull my hands free if I really wanted to, but I don't want to. I tilt back to give him room to work.
One-handed, he unbuttons my pants and slides a hand inside. I gasp at the touch and rock my hips. His smile is wicked and hungry and my core goes liquid with need.
