“You’re something else, Snow,” he says, and each note of that gravelly voice strokes my soul in the best way.
I want to close my eyes and listen to him talk until I’m wrapped up in his words and tone. I want to feel that voice vibrate against my throat while I drive him crazy.
I can’t have those things, so this is the next best thing. “Take your clothes off.”
“Are you telling me what to do?” His wandering gaze snaps back to my face and my cheeks flare.
“What are you going to do about it?”
The challenge rises in me and Xander steps forward, then his entire body appears to turn rigid as he restrains himself from whatever thoughts are swirling behind those dark eyes.
“I know what you want.” His hands rise and his fingers stroke over each button on his shirt until he reaches the top one.
Then, very slowly, he eases the button through the fabric. One by one, each button slides open and inch by inch, more of his bare chest is revealed.
God, what else can those fingers do?
I slide back on the bed until I rest back against the pillows, watching him closely.
Heat curls through my gut and settles low in my core where my pussy clenches as Xander’s fingers skim over his abs.
What would those fingers feel like against my own skin?
Would they be as cold as they are when he’s tending to me or would they be warm with desire?
I want to know what his skin feels like, warm from his clothing or cool like the rest of him?
Xander slowly shrugs off his shirt.
Miles of impressive muscle suddenly reveal themselves and my eyes widen. In all my years of passing him in the hall and working alongside him, I never knew he was so toned.
From the sleek, smooth curves of muscles down his arms to the six-pack leading up to large pecs covered in a dusting of dark hair, he’s gorgeous.
I cling to the burst of confidence that made me shed my clothes because I severely lack the tone he has, but it doesn’t seem to bother him in the slightest.
“Are we just going to strip and stare at one another?” Xander asks.
A shiver shoots from my shoulders to my thighs. Tingles of anticipation rise. “You said we can’t touch one another.”
“We can’t,” Xander says, and he sounds like he regrets ever uttering such a thing. His hands drop to the black leather belt around his waist. “Your health is more important than anything else.”
“More important than this?” Sliding my feet up the bed until my knees are bent, I let them fall open to the sides while my heart thunders painfully in my chest.
Xander’s eyes drop immediately to my pussy and his jaw tics once more. “You’re wet.”
“Can you blame me?” Grasping at my breast, I moan softly as a pulse of pleasure shoots through my core while I tweak my hardened nipple.
Then I slide my hand over my abdomen and down to the rise of my mound between my legs. “You’ve treated me so well, camethisclose to kissing me, and now you’re looking at me like you want to eat me up.”
“Every inch,” Xander growls.
He swallows audibly and his throat bobs like his restraint is strangling him.
As he unbuckles his belt, his pants tighten briefly and a dark shadow cuts into the dark fabric.
A trick of the light or is he hiding a monster in those pants?
“I showed you mine.” My voice slips, and the words come out in a whisper while I slide my fingers through my pussy and gently part my outer lips. “Show me yours.”
