“I do.” I hooked my thumbs through my belt loops. “What are you going to do about it, hot stuff?”
“Hot stuff?”
“Yup. You are one sexy man.”
He used his body to press me against the wall. “So are you.” His lips claimed mine.
Somehow, while kissing me and making me become one with the wall, he managed to undo my hot pants without me even noticing. I didn’t realise until he was pushing them down my thighs. They fell the rest of the way, so I stepped out. I was wearing stockings and a suspender belt, and black lacy knickers.
“You look so fucking hot,” Xander breathed. He slipped his fingers between the knickers and my hip. “Is there any chance these can come off, and the suspenders and stockings can stay on?”
I squeaked as blood raced to my cock, and precum leaked from the tip. “Yes.”
I unclipped the suspenders, allowing Xander to relieve me of my knickers. He knocked my comfy black pumps off my feet at the same time. I reattached the suspender clips to the tops of the stockings. Xander stepped back. His pupils shrank as his gaze travelled slowly over my mostly naked body. The way he looked at me made me feel utterly gorgeous.
“Only one thing could make you look more stunning,” he said.
“Oh? What?”
“High heels.”
I swore my heart did cartwheels. “Are you being serious?”
“Very.”
“I have a pair with me.”
Xander sucked in a breath. “Would you wear them?”
“While I suck you off?”
“Or while I suck you off.”
“Or we could do both.”
For some reason, being naked, except for suspenders and stockings, with a guy who wanted me to wear heels made me feel daring. I’d never attempted to sixty-nine with anyone before, but at that moment, it was all I could think about—me sucking Xander off while he sucked me off. I almost came on the spot.
“Both.” His voice had dropped to a low, husky timbre that resonated deep within my chest. “Both is good. Go and get your heels.”
“And meet you in your room?”
“Here. I told you I’m going to carry you to the bedroom.”
“Are you going all caveman on me?”
He nipped at my jaw. “Yes. Is that a problem?”
“You Tarzan, me Jane?”
He chuckled. “Tarzan wasn’t a caveman, and we don’t have any trees to swing through.”
“Picky, picky.” I released a dramatic sigh. “Everyone’s a critic.”
“Heels.” He kissed me hard. “Now.”
I slipped away from him and jogged up the stairs to retrieve the pair of black heels I’d packed in my suitcase. I carried them downstairs, returned to where he’d been pinning me against the wall, and slipped them onto my feet. They added four inches to my height.
His gaze swept over me once more. I could see the shape of his hard cock filling his boxer shorts. It was huge, and I was going to attempt to swallow it. I was either insane or madly in lust.
