I switch clothes and toss the ones I wore today in the hamper. It feels good to be out of them. As much as I love what Valentine’s Day does for business, I hate how gross I feel afterward. My jammies would have been on as soon as I walked in the door if Xander hadn’t come home with me.
One, two, three deep breaths and I open the bathroom door. Xander’s clothes are in a neat pile next to the nightstand with his shoes sitting beside them. He’s on the same side he slept on last time. His bare chest peeking out from under the comforter. Good gravy, I could get used to that sight. The TV is on and informercials flash across the screen.
“Sorry, I can turn it off,” he grabs the remote. “I just felt weird lying here with absolutely nothing to do. Also, I may get one of those things that vacuum and mop at the same time for my mom’s birthday.”
“So, they do work.” I laugh and hurry to my side of the bed. “Who would have thought these late-night commercials would actually entice you to buy something.”
He mumbles something under his breath, but I can’t hear most of it. I catch, “kept my mind off something else.” He hands me the remote to change the channel. “She always complains about having to do both at different times. This is a way to make things easier for her, especially once I move out.”
“That’s pretty sweet.” I honestly couldn’t tell you want my parents complain about. I avoid them as much as I can. No doubt they would find something I’m doing wrong, and I don’t want to give them the opportunity. They should not take up so much of my energy. I’m a grown ass woman, but old habits die hard, I guess.
“Thanks. I like to think I’m a sweet person.” He nods toward the hallway. “I mean, I did bring pizza and flowers.”
“That you did,” I reach over and grab his hand, “thank you.”
“It really wasn’t a big deal,” he squeezes my hand and doesn’t let go. “You deserve something nice, especially on chaotic as hell days.”
He’s the first person that has gone out of his way to do something for me outside of my friend group. Even the boyfriends I had in high school, and the few in college never did anything groundbreaking. Hell, I was lucky if they covered dinner.
“It was to me.” I click the power button on the remote and set it on my nightstand without letting go of his hand. Rolling over I fluff my pillow with my free hand and wrap his arm around my waist. “Good night.”
“Night, Kate.” He follows my lead, no questions asked. This feels nice. It’s comforting in a way I never expected.
His thumb rubs along the elastic of my shorts. Unsure of whether it’s meant to turn me on, or meant to soothe me, I don’t move. As much as I want him to go lower, I’m going to let him make the first move. I kind of took over the entire situation last time. It’ll be nice to see if he has the initiative to do it now. All these weird out of character feelings I’m having need to go away. I really don’t have time for this with everything happening at the shop.
He scoots closer to me until my back is against his chest. His arms encompasses my entire body and he pulls even closer to him. “Is this okay?” His voice is a light whisper against my ear, and my entire body reacts.
“Uh huh.” He makes me feel things I’ve never felt before. The need to get to know him outside of the bedroom, but the way my body syncs to his so perfectly is telling.
He moves his hand until his fingers slide under the waistband of my shorts and panties. His thumb caressing my skin as his fingers inch lower and lower. My breath hitches as he brushes against my clit before sinking a finger into me. He’s taking his time and its tortuous pleasure.
His lips trail kisses along my neck as his thumb circles my clit and two fingers pump into me. Never has a man given me this much attention without me doing anything in return. The buzz building through my body is making me antsy. I slide my foot along his leg, needing to move in some way an open my legs wider, giving him better access.
Sliding my arm between us, I awkwardly reach for the waistband of his pants. Doing nothing while he does all the work isn’t fair to him, but I’m not exactly in the best position to participate. As much as I want to take control of the situation, I don’t.
Xander moves from behind me and I roll over onto my back as he hovers over me. His fingers still working magic between my legs and his lips never leaving my neck. He kisses his way up until his lips meet mine. There are still too many clothes between us and I pull the bottom of my shirt up until I can feel his chest against my breasts.
The friction as I rock in rhythm to his fingers is almost more than I can take. He breaks the kiss and his lips trail down my neck until his lips wrap around my nipple while his free hand pinches the other between two fingers. I gasp at the pain but relish in it. The sensation is overwhelming and I’m unsure what to do. He’s hitting every one of my sensitive spots at the same time.
My fingers slide into his hair and grip as I pull his lips further into me. His tongue swirls around my nipple before biting lightly and releasing me. His lips begin a path lower and his slides his fingers out of me to pull down my shorts and panties. I don’t know how much more of this teasing I can take. As much as I like foreplay, I’m not used to this much attention.
I watch him as he slides my clothes down my legs and tosses them behind him. His eyes are focused on me as his tongue circles my clit and I buck at the contact. His arm goes over my waist keeping me in place as he goes down on me. I grab onto the sheets because I’m afraid if I grab his hair again, I may pull too hard. His eyes never leave mine as he brings me closer and closer to the edge.
I wrap my legs over his shoulders, trying to bring him closer to me. Closer to the release I know is coming. They tighten as energy buzzes through me and I come. He doesn’t stop, though. His mouth continues moving until my legs are shaking, and I don’t know if I’ll be able to walk when he’s done.
Sitting up he pushes his pants down his legs and reaches into the drawer he knows holds the condoms I keep on hand. “Do you want me to stop?” His voice is deep and raspy.
“No,” mine is breathless and needy as I pull my shirt over my head and toss it to the floor, “I need you, Xander.”
And it’s not a lie. Right now, in this moment, I need to feel all of him. The terrifying thing is I think I may need him to stick around outside of the bedroom. He makes me feel like an entirely different woman. One who wants all those things some of my friends have with their partners. Tonight, changes everything.
Chapter Twelve
Xander
This is a new experience for me. Not waking up in Kate’s bed, but not being rushed out of it. Last time I stayed over she was practically kicking me out of her apartment. This time…it’s different. Her alarm is going off on her phone, and she’s not budging.
I gently shake her shoulders. Still not budging. I doubt she’ll be getting glammed up for today, unless she has a meeting. But I don’t remember seeing anything on the white board. Either way, she has time to sleep a little longer.
