CHAPTERFIFTEEN
JAE
For some reason, Xander’s route back to his apartment was faster than mine to the bar. Maybe my navigational skills weren’t that great. Xander put his arms around me the moment we were through the door. He pushed me against the wall and gave me a breath-stealing kiss.
“I’ve wanted to do that since we left the bar.”
I arched an eyebrow. “Only since we left the bar?”
“All night.”
“Better.” I flattened my palm against his chest. “Tell me what you’re imagining us doing now that we’re somewhere private.” My sentence was clunky, but I was trying to avoid saying ‘now you’ve got me home.’
It wasn’t that I couldn’t imagine myself living in the loft apartment with Xander. I could, far too easily. But I didn’t want to rush. For all we knew, the thing between us was nothing more than a proximity fling that would fizzle out when I went back to Leeds. I didn’t want that to be all it was between us, but I couldn’t be sure it was more either.
Xander kissed my neck. “First, I’ll take all your clothes off.”
I rested my head against the wall as a shiver snaked down my spine. It gave him easier access to my neck so he could keep kissing me between sentences.
“Then I’ll carry you to the bedroom.”
“You’re going to take all my clothes off here?”
“Why not?” He began to undo my shirt buttons with one hand. The man had some serious undressing skills.
“Where are your clothes going to be?”
“On me.”
“That doesn’t seem fair.”
“You’d better help me get undressed, then, hadn’t you?”
I licked my lips. “Uh-huh.” I fumbled with his jeans’ button and fly. I did not have good undressing skills. “You were going to carry me to your bedroom,” I reminded him.
“Then I’ll suck your sweet dick.”
I almost laughed. “Sweet?”
“You taste sweet.” He slammed his mouth over mine and swept his tongue into my mouth. “So sweet. So it stands to reason that your dick will taste sweet too.”
He took my shirt off and dropped it onto the floor. I’d barely undone his button and tugged his fly down. I grabbed the hem of his T-shirt. He broke away from me long enough to raise his arms so I could take it off.
“You know, I like sucking dick too,” I said as he kissed my neck and throat.
“You do?”
I giggled. “Why do you sound so surprised?”
Xander shrugged. “That wasn’t my surprised voice.”
“Oh? What voice was it, then?”
“My ‘oh God, please show me how much you love to suck cock’ voice.”
I cackled as I clumsily tugged his jeans down to his mid-thighs. He took over from there, pushing them the rest of the way down and then stepping out. He hopped on one foot and then the other as he took his trainers and socks off.
“You’ve got more clothes on than me now.”
