His hands fisted in her hair before she had even finished speaking, and his lips slammed onto hers.
Xander’s kiss was filled with the same wanting and passion as the first time, matching everything she felt towards him. His lips attacked hers with such ferocity she knew they’d be sore and swollen later. She hadn’t realised just how much she had missed him, how much she had needed this.
One of his hands drifted down, dragging over her neck and across her chest, landing on the side of her ribs with his thumb brushing against her breast through the thin cotton of her dress. She brought her own hands up to the back of his head, tugging on his dark curls as she bit down on his bottom lip.
A low moan escaped him before he pulled her head back by her hair and trailed his lips along her jaw. Her legs parted for him of their own accord as he leant over her and she felt the evidence of just how much he needed her, too.
“I cannot get enough of you,” he whispered, his teeth nipping softly at her earlobe. “I cannot pretend any longer that I do not want you.”
Every word he muttered resonated within her, bringing her back to reality and out of her mind. She craved him, she craved more with him.
“Took you long enough,” she breathed out.
Xander pulled back slightly, his eyes searching hers. She raised her brow, silently challenging him to do something about her smug remark, as she pushed herself forward to kiss him.
The moment her lips brushed his, Xander’s hand moved from her hair and wrapped around the front of her neck. Every timeshe tried to lean closer, to kiss him properly again, he held her neck tighter in place.
“Tell me what you want, Adriana. Tell me what you want me to do.”
His voice was firm yet gentle at the same time. She realised that he would not continue without her permission, he would not take it any further unless she told him to.
An unexpected shyness came over her. Here she was in her family’s stable barn, her wet clothes doing nothing to hide her body, with a man kneeling between her legs, holding her in a possessive grip and asking her what she wanted him to do to her. She’d had sex plenty of times before, never being one to accept the irrational views of pre-marital relations, and not once had she felt nervous. But right in that moment with Xander, she was terrified. Not of him, never of him, but of how much she longed for him.
“Tell me, Adriana, or I will stop. I will not do anything unless you tell me to.”
“Kiss me,” she whispered for the third time.
Xander’s serious expression twisted into his familiar playful smile. The glint in his eye told her he would not make this easy on her, she would have to tell him exactly what she wanted.
“Where would you like me to kiss you?”
Adriana couldn’t find the words to speak. The barn sounded eerily quiet now that the storm had eased to a light rain, the wind no longer howling through the trees. She was certain he could hear how loud and fast her heart was hammering, even without his heightened senses.
With a slight tremor of anticipation, she traced her hand over her lips, over his hand that was still wrapped around her throat, and along her chest. He tracked every movement, his attention fixed on the path she drew. Her fingers danced across herbreasts, brushing around her nipples, before going down to her inner thigh and slowly crept up.
He grabbed her wrist before she could touch herself properly and the hand around her neck slowly pushed her to lay back against the hay. His body moved with hers, their eyes locked in an unspoken battle, as he leant over her again. She gave a small nod, her silent plea clear in her eyes and thoughts.
His lips descended on hers again, slower this time. He was devouring her before, but this time he was savouring her, savouring every part of her. And she met every kiss. Every brush of his tongue she welcomed with her own, for every squeeze of her neck she pulled his hair in return.
He kissed along her jaw and down her throat, his fingers expertly undoing the top few buttons on the front of her sundress and pushing the front of her underlying camisole down, exposing her breasts to the cool air. Warm lips met the sweet spot between her neck and shoulder, his breath hot against her skin as she moaned and shifted her hips to writhe against him.
Xander held her still with his hands on her waist as his voice rang out in her mind.Keep moving like that and I won’t be able to spend my time with you. Let me play with you, Adriana.
His lips trailed down to one of her breasts while his hand kneaded the other. She let out a low hum of satisfaction as he took one of her peaked nipples into his mouth, teasing her perfectly with his tongue. As he detached his lips and blew softly against her, she had to stifle a cry with the back of her hand, the coolness of his breath an exquisite contrast to his hot mouth.
Do not hide from me. I want to find what it takes to make you sing with need. I want to do every terrible, wicked thing imaginable to you, to find out what makes you scream in ecstasy.
He licked between the valley of her breasts, before his mouth diverted its attention to her other nipple. He swirled his tongue over and pulled it between his teeth, tugging slightly, his fingers pinching the other. She arched her back, blissful at the sharp pain that sent a wave of pleasure straight through her, her lips parting in a breathy moan.
Xander removed his mouth to sit back on his heels between her legs. Shooting him a frustrated look, Adriana propped herself up on her elbows, desperate for him to be close again, to feel his body against hers.
His hands fell to the tops of her thighs, squeezing slightly before pushing the skirt of her sundress over her hips and tugging her undergarments down. His dark eyes never left hers as he lifted her hips with one hand beneath her, and peeled the silk down her legs, leaving her exposed to him.
Strong hands gripped her legs, parting them wider for him as he lowered his head. He didn't break their stare as he kissed and nipped at the inside of her thigh, matching precisely where her hands had drifted when she had shown him what she wanted.
Soft whimpers escaped her lips at the feeling of his mouth so close to where she wanted him. As Xander lifted her legs and placed her knees over his shoulders she held her breath, waiting for him to make his move. But he paused, his ragged breaths feeling hot against her.
She opened her mouth to tell him to continue, but she could only manage a loud moan as his tongue licked her slowly, so slowly. He licked the same path again, taking his time, before swirling around the bundle of nerves that was begging for him.
