“This is beautiful.”
He pulled me into him by the waist. “Did you enjoy yourself tonight?”
“I was with you. How could I not enjoy myself?” I questioned honestly, stroking the side of his face. I sighed when his head turned, and he kissed my palm. His lips were on mine again as he led us both to the bed.
I stepped back just before he tried to lower me to the bed, wanting to undress him. I reached up and licked his lips, then push off the suit jacket he wore. I let it fall to the floor, followed by his white button-up shirt. I stepped in closer, pressing kisses to his hard chest and licking his nipples, allowing my knees to sink to the floor as I kissed lower and lower on his body. With his crotch at eye level, I worked to undo his belt and pants button, my mouth watering to taste him. I glanced up to see his eyelids halfway lowered, but eyes staring directly at me. I gave him the sauciest grin I could, right before pushing his pants and boxer briefs down to his ankles. His thick erection sprang out, nearly slapping me in the face. I eagerly pulled him into my mouth and began working my jaw to fit as much of him in as I could.
“Ahhh, shit!” The words ripped from his throat. His voice sounded as if he was being tortured in the sweetest way possible. His hand came around to cup the back of my head. I continued to bob my head up and down on his stiffness, getting lost in the scent and taste of him.
This man could become my addiction, and at that moment, I wouldn’t have minded one bit. I pulled back, looking up at him. Once again, his eyes were right on me. Maintaining eye contact, I used my left hand to hold the base of his dick while I swirled my tongue around the tip to spread the precum that began dripping. I watched Xavier’s chest expand as he watched me, his eyes narrowing, mouth tightening in a look that said he was more than enjoying what I was doing to him. He was committing this moment, this view of me, to memory.
Opening my mouth, I swallowed him whole again. I continued to watch him until he busted in my mouth. I swallowed every drop he gave me, not wanting to waste any of it. I moaned with his cock still in my mouth as he emptied himself.
Feeling satisfied when he finished, I finally pulled back, letting him slip out. I barely had time to wipe my mouth. I felt myself being picked up and tossed onto the bed. I giggled as his heavy weight came down on top of me. My poor bra and panties never had a chance as he ripped them from my body with strong chestnut hands.
“Those were my second favorite pair of panties!” I hissed playfully.
“Shouldn’t have worn them tonight then,” he grunted, unbothered as he kissed his way down to my breasts, cupping and squeezing them. “Let me make it up to you,” he told me, using his shoulders to spread my thighs even farther apart and easing down until he was face-to-face with my pussy. I covered his hands that were still on my breasts with my own and threw my head against the pillow, back arching as he began lapping at my clit. This man was so obviously not playing games that night as he licked and sucked at the most sensitive spot on my body.
“Mmm, Xavier!” I moaned and grunted his name over and over until I released a shrill scream as I came. Panting as I came back to myself from my orgasm, I looked up to see a pair of darkened coffee brown eyes observing me. I couldn’t pinpoint the exact look he was giving me. I’d never seen it before. He lowered himself so that his forehead rested against mine. I reached up to cup his face, to bring him down to my lips but I was stopped by his hand.
“I’m falling in love with you.” His confession was hoarse.
I lay there, stunned, at a complete loss for words. His confession was like music to my ears and an ice grip to my emotions, all at the same time. Luckily, I didn’t need to respond when Xavier leaned into me, taking my lips with his own, pouring all his emotion into me at the same time he sank himself in between my thighs.
He was relentless as he pumped into my pussy, peppering kisses to my mouth, neck and face, all while telling me how much he was falling for me. I felt tears form behind my eyes, but refused to let them fall. I grasped his shoulders, needing something to anchor myself to the moment. I could feel my body and emotions soaring to heights I’d never experienced before, and my body began to shake with my impending orgasm…and fear. So many emotions coursed through me all at once, all I could do was scream and moan as my orgasm ripped through my body.
I felt Xavier’s body quake as well as his orgasm shattered as well, and he emptied himself again, sheathed inside of me. We’d come at the same time plenty of times, but this was different. Everything was more profound, more intense, more...real.
Xavier had told me he loved me.
And I hadn’t said it back.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chanel
I woke up thinking things couldn’t have gotten any better. Since our trip to D.C. a few weeks prior, Xavier and I had grown closer. I’d finally finished Michele Wyatt’s case, and she was granted a generous alimony and child support. Jacob Wyatt was getting a lot of negative press for his confession of emotional and physical abuse of his wife, but that wasn’t my problem. I was on such a cloud nine, I’d even been considering taking my father up on his offer to work at his firm. In fact, I’d scheduled a meeting with my father and Jason for the next day to discuss the possibility. Yup, everything was going decidedly well.
So, I wondered what that dreaded pit in my stomach was all about. Murphy’s Law tells us that if something can go wrong, it certainly will. But I tried not to think too negatively as I felt the warm body next to me stir in his sleep.
I grinned as I looked over at Xavier in my bed. We’d both had to work late the night before, and he insisted on coming over once I got home instead of having me drive to his place. Since getting back from D.C., we barely slept apart.
I rose, feeling the throb between my legs from what we’d done the previous night. Glancing at the clock on my nightstand, I saw it was a little before seven. I needed to get up and start my day if I was going to make it to work on time. Pressing a kiss to Xavier’s shoulder, I rose out of bed and searched for my robe.
“You up already?” His deep voice was thickened by sleep.
“Already? It’s almost seven. I’m going to take a quick shower and get the coffee started. You sleep in a little while longer,” I instructed, bending to press anotherkiss to his shoulder. He grunted before turning back over and closing his eyes. My baby worked his ass off. He deserved to sleep in every now and again. I admired his big frame for a few more moments before I pushed myself to get moving.
I stepped into my closet, picking out a cream top and black skirt. Setting those on my chair, I headed to the bathroom, taking a quick shower and pinning my hair up in the back and using my curling iron to create a few curls to hang down, framing my face. I looked in the mirror and saw the new growth that had been coming in for some time now. I’d been contemplating growing my perm out and going back to my natural curls and kinks for some time now. Brushing those thoughts aside, I headed to the bedroom to get dressed. At that point, I saw Xavier was up, already scrolling through his phone, probably checking emails.
In the kitchen, I pulled out a dark roast for Xavier, set it in the Keurig, and chose a hazelnut flavor for myself. I searched my work bag for my phone to see if I had any urgent emails. I mentally went over my schedule for the day and remembered I had an important meeting later on. I inhaled, savoring the aroma of coffee as it filled the kitchen.
I heard footsteps coming from down the hall. I looked up to see Xavier wearing a stone-faced expression as he peered down at his phone. Something must’ve gone awry with one of his restaurants. I’d hate to be on the receiving end of that look.
“Everything all right?” I asked, pouring creamer into his coffee.
He looked up at me with the same hard expression, and my hand with the coffee mug shook a little bit. A tinge of dread ran through my belly.
