“When you hold my hand and your thumb absentmindedly traces my palm,” he says, his finger dragging circles around my palm so lightly it sends a shiver straight to the pit of my stomach. “That fucks with me.”
I didn’t realize I did that.
I look past my palm, which he’s holding with two hands, up toward his eyes, which are curtained by his curls. I can see they’re burning. For me. And it’s enough for my entire body to ignite. Want scorches through me.
“Fuck with me.”
One moment his lips curl up at the ends, the next his mouth is on mine. There is no control. It’s hot and hard, like every ounce of restraint we exercised over the last few days was merely kindling, fueling the fire.
He releases my hand and grips my waist, pulling me closer. The lingering taste of cotton candy on his tongue as he expertly strokes mine has me languishing. My hands fist his shirt, pulling him closer. I don’t care if it’s obvious. I just can’t get enough.
I am so worked up with want that when he releases the grip he has on my hips, I can’t help but protest.
“Xander,” I whimper. Without much more than a plea, Xander’s mouth is back on mine as he slides his hands to my ass and lifts me up and onto the railing. I open my legs for him to fill the space, pleasure pulsing in my thighs when I feel him there.
My back arcs off the elevator wall as one of Xander’s hands roams down my legs and wraps my ankle around his waist. Once my ankles are hooked around him, his hands tunnel through my hair, angling my mouth to kiss me harder, devouring every inch of my lips, my mouth, my tongue.
I feel like I’m one delicious pressure point away from coming undone. I can’t keep my hands from roaming his entire body as they slip under his shirt, making contact with soft skin over hard muscle. I scrape my fingernails over his shoulder, which elicits a groan from the back of his throat. Then, he hums over my neck, and I lose my goddamn mind. I dig my fingers into his shoulder, letting him know we’re not stopping anytime soon.
Then, he pulls back. Eyes fully blown out.
“Tell me you don’t want this,” he says, voice on the edge of self-control and completely losing it. Like he’s holding onto his last shred of restraint.
“I want this.”
He groans at my consent, crashing his lips back onto me hard and heavy, before his fingers drop to the hem of my sundress as he skims his thumb over my inner thigh. The throbbing pulse between my legs turns from insistent to desperate.
His hand slips between my thighs and I am achingly aware of every single nerve cell he touches. “You want me,” he murmurs into my mouth as he glides the fabric of my underwear over me, the friction creating a seismic event of pleasure cracking through every cell of my body.
Fuccckk.
I capture his mouth with mine, muffling the moans he expertly draws out of me with his talented fingers as he strokes me through the lace, using the fabric to make my body sing with want.I want you.
He’s barely got his hands on me and I’m losing my mind. I’m stuck in between begging for more and riding this wave of anticipation as he teases me with the thin piece of fabric that’s now drenched.
I pull back from our kiss and stare at him.
His fingers freeze.
“Stop fucking with me and fuck me,” I say. And then there’s a flash of a grin before his fingers slide underneath the lace and he drags his fingers over my hot, wet bare skin. It’s slow and drawn out and it feels like he’s touching meeverywhere.
He kisses me desperately now, his tongue sliding against mine, like holding back was painful for him. His fingers traceover me as pleasure builds deep inside. My body responds to his every move.
I need more. And he knows it. He slides two fingertips inside me, no more than half an inch. And he starts dipping his fingertips down and up.
Edging me.
Down and up.
Teasing me.
Swirling.
Taunting me in the best (breathe) possible (breathe) way.Breathe.
“Xander,” I say, turning feral. That’s all the confirmation he needs as he slides his hooked fingers deep inside me, finding insecondsthe exact spot that has baffled scientists for centuries.
He works me right there while his strong palm rubs me down.
