His hands roam from my jaw down my back, and he squeezes my ass. I groan into his mouth before he slides them underneath my T-shirt—hisT-shirt—and makes his way up my stomach, his fingers putting on a show as they dance over my ribcage.
Then he abandons my ribs and slides his hands around my back, pulling me flush to him. Our bodies meld together. His warm hands splay across my back, like they’re trying to cover as much surface area as possible. My skin heats up to the flame that is his touch.
Kissing Xander is like muscle memory. I don’t have to think. I justfeel, my body remembering exactly where to burn for him.
And when our kiss deepens, I know it’s reciprocal.
My spine bends in a perfect arc as we create seamless contact and I feel him growing hard against me, the pressure intoxicating.
He scrapes one hand down my side to hold my hip, his thumb circling there. A request. But then his thumb digs intome. Frantic. Begging me. I open my legs ever so slightly and he fills the space with this thigh.
The friction.
I sweep my hands down his back and trail them gently along the edge of his boxers. Xander shudders at the light touch of my fingertips that dip below the waistband, teasing him.
“Ash …” Xander moans my name in my mouth, but he can’t finish the sentence as his warm tongue finds its way back to mine.
The hand he had on my back has moved to my side. He’s applying enough pressure to my ribcage to keep me from moving. His thumb starts tracing along the soft curve of my breast.
I ache everywhere for him.
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
I pull back from Xander. What the fuck was that?
The horny haze lifts at the sound of one of the monitors going off next to me. And I remember where I am. And who I’m with.
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
I snatch my hands away. Xander follows.
There’s a knock on the door before Ben enters. He rounds the bed quickly and pokes a few buttons on the machine next to me.
The beeping finally stops.
And then we descend into awkward silence.
I refuse to look at Xander, so I watch Ben as he studies the machine, watching my heart rate.
I feel so exposed.
I will my heart rate to slow down. But as it turns out, embarrassment is a hell of a stimulant.
I don’t dare look at Ben. I don’t dare look at Xander. So I keep my eyes forward.
“Another nightmare?” Ben says, finally cutting the excruciating silence.
“Yep.” That’s all I say.
“Have a read of those papers I shared in the morning,” Ben says before turning back toward the door. “Goodnight.”
When the door clicks behind Ben, I count to three before turning to face Xander.
He’s wearing the most self-satisfied smile I’ve ever seen.
“Not a word out of you,” I say, warning him. It looks like the lawyer learns quick because this time he doesn’t ask me to make him.
CHAPTER TEN
