“Like you didn’t make out with dudes in high school?”
She scoffed. “I’ll have you know, mister, I never even dated in high school.”
He rolled his eyes. “Yeah, right.”
“It’s true. My brothers didn’t let me date, and besides, I was a late bloomer.” She shrugged. “However, you’re definitely making me reevaluate the merits of a good ole make-out session.”
He laughed. “I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing.”
She rocked her hips once more and was rewarded with a deep, throaty groan. She arched a brow.
“A good thing. Definitely a good thing.” He grinned, and for a moment, he simply stared at her. He tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear and murmured, “You’re so damn pretty, Freya.”
She melted at his words. “Thank you.”
“And I hope you don’t think I’m being presumptuous, but I don’t want our first time to be a quickie on the couch before dinner. Hence”—he ran his hands up and down her back—“keeping things above the clothes.”
She desperately wanted to feel his hands on her skin but agreed. Something told her the man would make the wait worth her while. Grinning, she laced her fingers behind his neck and nipped at his lower lip. “That’s fine with me so long as you promise we’ll get there sooner rather than later.”
His hands met her hips, and he lifted up, rocking her against him. His hard bulge hit her in the perfect spot, and she gasped.
“You were saying?” His mouth was back on hers, and he found a spot along her neck that sent shivers tearing through her.
“Don’t remember. Just don’t stop doing that.”
“I want you to get yourself off on me.” His hands cupped her ass as he guided her, grinding her against his hard length. “You feel so good, Frey.”
The heat surging through her grew as she continued to rub herself against him. The tension within her built, and her breaths became erratic.
“That’s it, baby. I want to watch you come.”
His hips pressed up again, and she ground down hard against him. Moments later, she detonated. Spasms rocked her body, and she fused her mouth to his. God, this man...
“That was so fucking hot,” he murmured against her lips. “Can’t wait to see that again.”
She met his gaze, and the desire staring back at her had her reaching for the button on his jeans. “I’m sure that can be arranged?—”
The oven timer sounded.
She frowned when he covered her hands, stilling her movements. Xander had just bestowed her with her first non-self-administered orgasm in forever, and she was feeling all kinds of good, but the large bulge she’d been rubbing against was still prominent. “But you didn’t?—”
He kissed her words away. “Don’t worry about me. You’re fucking beautiful and watching you come was worth every second.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “Dinner first.” Wrapping his arms around her, he quickly stood, making her yelp.
When her feet hit the ground, she chuckled. “Holy moly, you’re strong.”
“It helps that you’re a tiny little thing.” He playfully slapped her on the rear and made his way to the kitchen.
He removed both items from the oven and set them on the stovetop. He added the marinara and the thinly sliced mozzarella atop the chicken pieces and placed it back into the oven to broil. While he waited for that, he scooped the perfectly blistered zucchini chunks into a serving dish and topped it with a little of the grated parm.
The savory aroma filling the kitchen made Freya’s mouth water, and her stomach let out an angry growl. Yeah, they could get back to the make-out session after dinner. Something told her she’d need all the energy she could get to keep up with the potent man.
Once Xander pulled the finished chicken parmesan from the oven and plated their food, they settled at the small dining table and dug in. The chicken had maintained its perfect crispiness while the mozzarella provided just the right amount of gooeygoodness. The parm gave it a kick of saltiness, and the marinara tied it all beautifully together.
“Oh my God, Xander.” She moaned around a bite of food. “This is heaven.”
He chuckled and sent her a heated look. “Not gonna lie, baby, I was hoping to hear those words under different circumstances.”
She grinned and popped another bite of food into her mouth. “You never know,” she teased. “The night is still young.”
