It was hard and I wasn’t sure how thin the walls were. Frankie’s room was down the hall.
Xander got closer and reached for me, bunching up the shirt and pulling me flush against him. The lift of the shirt exposed my black lace panties, making him smile. He pulled the top higher and nodded with satisfaction.
“Miss Jia you sure are a great sight to heal the injured,” he remarked and bent low to place a kiss at the edge of my hip.
I swatted his hands away when he pulled me closer and tried to kiss me when he straightened.
“No.” I shook my head. I could feel it.
Passion’s call.
I could feel it filtering through the space between us and tempting me. I remembered how well it didn’t care where we were or what state we were in. When it came to claim us it came full force and brought along its friends: desire and wild pleasure.
“No to what baby?” He got to me and tugged on the shirt again.
“I know what you’re thinking. It’s in your eyes and I’m only here to check on you. You need to rest Xander.”
He moved closer and turned his smile up several notches. “I need you.”
That had a very different feel to how he’d said it yesterday. “You’re wounded still and you should be sleeping.”
“Don’t you want to help me feel better?”
I gave him an incredulous glare. “Yes of course.” Then I gritted my teeth and spoke in a low whisper. “Xander we can’t have sex here.”
Not the way we did it, definitely not the way we did it. We were that couple who needed to be far away, or at least somewhere where the walls were thick.
“We could be really quiet. Like mice, except sexier. Quiet.”
I smiled when he reached for me again. The touch of his fingers on my bare skin as they fluttered over my cheek made me warm to the idea.
Quiet… We could be…
Damn it, I was thinking about it even though I shouldn’t. It would be so embarrassing if someone did come to check on Xander and caught us having sex. Then again, there was something more arousing at the thought of trying to have sex and keep it quiet. Something forbidden that made it appeal to me.
“What if I hurt you? You’re injured Xander.” The fact that those words slipped from my lips and went past the part of my brain that was still trying to process meant I’d already decided we were doing this.
He gave my body a full sweep and his eyes darkened with molten heat. “I was doing pushups baby. Believe me this will be a lot more fun, plus how the fuck do you expect me to let you go, with your tits looking like that?”
He smoothed his hand down to cup my left breast and moved the fabric across to expose the soft, ample flesh. Both my nipples puckered on their own just from his heated gaze.
By the time he ran his finger over the tips they hardened right up, almost painfully.
“It’s been too long since I touched you,” he breathed and lowered to cover the diamond-tipped nipple with his hot wet mouth.
Oh my God, I couldn’t believe I’d tried to resist. That felt so damn good it made me wet instantly. He sucked hard and I moaned from the pleasure and instantly covered my mouth, stifling a giggle when he lifted his head and placed a finger to his lips.
We were so bad.
I backed out of his grasp and pulled the night shirt over my head leaving just my panties on. I really hoped no one else came in to check on Xander.
He slipped his arm around my waist and scooped me up to carry me over to the bed. He’d picked me up like I weighed nothing and like he hadn’t been on the verge of death days ago.
It was only days ago that I nearly lost him.
Thinking it saddened me. It dimmed the sexual desire that coursed through my veins and I cupped his face.
“Don’t you fucking dare stop me.” He warned with a sexy chuckle. “We can totally be quiet.”
