She snickered while her eyes continued to wander over him. “So you’re saying today was the first morning you missed in how long?”
“I’d say at least a month.” He grinned. She had his number. “But, Frey, waking up with you this morning was worth it.”
She met his gaze, and her eyes heated. “Yeah?” The one word was breathy and sent a bolt of desire through him.
“Hell yeah, baby.” Holding her gaze, his pulse kicked. Lowering his arms back into the water, he murmured, “Come here. You’re too far away.”
She moved one seat down, still out of arm’s reach, and sent him a saucy smirk. Minx.
He tsked, shaking his head. “Nope. Still too far away.”
She moved one more seat closer.
He crooked his finger at her. “Get over here.”
Grinning, she pushed off her seat, and he snagged her by the waist, hauling her to him and across his lap.
Water sloshed over the side of the hot tub, and she laughed. “Look what you did!”
With her perched on his lap, he framed her face with his hands. “Totally worth it,” he murmured before claiming her lips.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Freya moaned into their kiss. Tiny explosions fluttered through her with each nip of Xander’s teeth, with each slide of his tongue. His hands began to roam, and when he slipped a hand beneath the fabric of her tankini and cupped her breast, when he pinched her nipple between his fingers, the explosions grew.
“More,” she groaned, clutching his neck. The heat within her was building, and she squirmed. “Please, Xander. More.”
A low growl sounded from his throat as he began peppering kisses down her throat. Her racing heart kicked when his fingers slid under the shoulder straps of her bathing suit and began pulling them down.
“Yes,” she murmured, yanking her arms free. The warm water raced over her chest when he shoved her top to her waist. Throwing her head back, need raced through her as his hands molded her breasts.
Her eyes flew open, and she gasped when she was suddenly hoisted higher. The cold air had her already hard nipples aching, and then his mouth was on her. He sucked on her breasts, pulling on one nipple while his fingers worked her other. Hercore throbbed, and she threaded her fingers through his hair, clutching his head to her chest.God, yes...
Her heart hammered as she felt one of his hands skim her side. His thumb hooked the edge of her bikini bottoms, and he tugged.
She leaned back, pulling her breast away from his mouth. He groaned in protest, but she gripped his shoulders and lifted.
A sexy smile flittered over Xander’s face as he quickly pulled her bikini bottoms off and then crashed his lips to hers.
Clutching his neck, she dueled her tongue with his. His hand trailed along her front, over her breasts, and down her stomach. She sucked in a breath when his fingers found her center.
“So fucking soft,” he murmured against her neck while his fingers teased her. “So fucking pretty.”
She gasped when his fingers slipped between her folds and moaned when he rubbed her clit in tight circles.
“You’re all fucking mine.” He swallowed her cry and slipped two fingers into her.
Sensation after sensation bombarded her. She pulled away from their kiss to gasp for air as he finger-fucked her into oblivion. She rode his hand, not caring that she was chanting, “Yes, yes, yes!”
Tingles raced over her body, and she grabbed his shoulders in desperation.
“That’s it, baby. Your pussy feels so good. I want you to come on my fingers. Then I want you to come on my face. Then on my cock.” His guttural words sent her over the edge. Her body tensed, and she slammed her thighs together, trapping his hand that kept working her. She cried out, and her body convulsed.
“So fucking beautiful, Freya.” His mouth claimed hers, and though her body was reeling, she needed more.
She gripped his hair and yanked him away. “More, Xander. I want more.” She stood. Water sluiced down her body. Shemoved to a spot at the edge of the hot tub where the water came up to just over her knees. She was dimly aware she was standing there with her top bunched at her waist. And that was it. But with the way Xander was looking at her, she didn’t care. The way his impressive erection was tenting his swim trunks, she didn’t care.
She needed him. Now.
