“We don’t have to worry about being quiet.” His lips on the curve of my neck send little flutters through my body.
“You plan on being loud?” I tease.
“I plan on you being loud,” he whispers then gently sucks on my earlobe and strokes the inside of my thigh, as shivers run down my spine.
I inhale deeply, close my eyes, then moan softly as his lips trace my jawline again and finally meet my mouth. His delicious tongue swirls around mine, arousing waves of desire and a need I haven’t experienced before.
Xander positions me on his lap and kisses me as no man has ever done before. In his arms, against his body, I melt into him, wanting everything he can give me.
The driver stops in front of my building, and Xander throws some cash at him. He quickly leads me into the lobby and to the elevator. Before the doors shut, he picks me up and pushes me against the wall, and I wrap my legs around him before I even think about it.
“How the hell are you single,” he mutters.
I want to ask him the same thing, but that would require a conversation and me to stop kissing him, and I don’t want to take my lips away from his.
My body has never reacted to anyone’s like this before. The dress I’m wearing is scrunched up, and I’m grinding my wet heat against his hard erection.
The elevator doors open, and we’re still in the lobby. “Charlotte, what floor is your place on?” he mumbles.
I laugh. “Fifteen.”
Xander quickly scans the panel and pushes the button then returns his lips to mine.
I circle my lower body on him, repeatedly, and his deep, throaty groan ricochets in the air.
I’m so wet,I wonder if I’m ruining his pants.
“Oh, you turn me on,” he breathes into me as I push my lower body against him harder, panting for air, desperate for him to make me soar.
The elevator opens and he grabs around my waist, steps out of it, and growls, “What’s your apartment number?”
“Fifteen twenty-eight,” I barely get out and wrap my arms tight around his shoulders before I push my lips back to his.
At my door, he sets me down so I can get out my key, but he presses his body to the back of mine. His mouth is on my neck, and his hand lightly grazes my dress, right on top of my sex.
When I finally get my key out, my hand is shaking, and he laughs softly before helping me unlock the door.
It’s dark inside, and I don’t bother to turn on the light, I just take his hand and pull him into the bedroom.
I’m hot and sticky from the club. Normally, it takes me a while dating someone before I’m comfortable enough to stand naked with them and shower, but I don’t feel the slightest bit uncomfortable with Xander.
“Do you want to shower with me?” I ask him. It’s dark besides what filters in from the streetlights, but I’ve adjusted and his bright orbs light up.
He brushes his fingers on my cheek. “Is that really a question?”
I exhale slowly and he reaches around to the back of my dress, moves my hair aside and tugs the zipper down, pushing the dress to the floor. He stands back and whistles, checking me out in my hot-pink, barely there thong and push-up bra.
My cheeks flame.
“You really have no clue, do you?”
“About?” I tilt my head in question.
“How unbelievably gorgeous you are.” His eyes drill into mine, as if he can see the depths of my soul, and a million butterflies take off in my stomach.
I step forward and remove his shirt then release his belt. I realize he’s letting me undress him, a smile curling the edges of his lips as my shaky hands liberate his cock from his pants.
His body shines in the dimness, beautiful and glowing, with pre-cum already on the tip of his erection.
