Suddenly, he bends down, picks me up, his lips moving over mine. I wrap my legs around his body and he carries me into the bedroom. I pull his shirt over his head, and he grabs my tunic and pulls it off me before slipping his fingers into my leggings and gliding them into my already drenched sex.
I moan.
“I love your sounds,” he whispers in my ear, nibbling at my lobe, circling my clit with his thumb while curling his finger in my heat.
“Oh God,” I breath. “I’ve missed you so much.”
“I’ve missed you. Every night you remind me how much,” he murmurs, nuzzling my breasts. His free hand glides under myback and quickly unlatches my bra, as his other fingers continue to drive me to my high.
Whimpering, I grasp his head, pushing his mouth harder onto my breasts.
Warmth moves through me as his tongue slides across my nipples, his fingers circle my pussy, and his hard body lies against mine.
My chest is heaving, trying to find air.
“Xander,” I cry out, as his eyes drill into mine and his fingers push me over the edge, shattering me to pieces. He consumes my mouth with his, continuing to finger fuck me through my high.
I’m clutching him, and he rolls me over on top of him, kissing me with so much heat I don’t know if I’m dizzy from my orgasm or his kisses.
“Please tell me you have condoms,” he murmurs.
“In the drawer.”
He fumbles with my drawer and yanks out a strip of condoms, ripping one open while it’s still attached to the strip.
I unbuckle his pants, and work them off him, then remove my leggings, quickly crawling back into his arms.
Nothing on earth has ever made me feel as safe or wanted as I’m in his arms.
“Hold me tighter,” I whisper, and he draws me closer to him, making me forget any imperfection could ever exist in our relationship.
I sink onto him, moaning.
“So much better than my dreams,” he whispers, leaving no question in my mind how much he wants or needs me, as we writhe in a fury of desire.
I hold on to him tighter than I’ve ever held anyone. Maybe it’s because I’m scared that once this is over, he’ll be gone. Perhaps it’s because it’s been so long since I’ve been able to hold him. Maybe it’s because I assumed I had lost him completely. Whatever the reason, we’re both clinging to each other so tight, only our hips can thrust.
We never stop kissing. Except for words or moans coming out of our mouths, our lips and tongues never move away.
And I’m lost in all that is Xander. All we were before the accident. All we’ve gone through the last six months. All we are right at this moment.
As confusing as this situation may be, the one thing that doesn’t faze me is my desire to be his.
And I want to be his only.
14
Xander
I’m lostin everything that is Charlotte. Her blue eyes, the soft sea of blonde hair, and her flushed cheeks I’m holding in my hands consume me. A never-ending flame burns into all my cells as her mouth and tongue caress mine.
The scent of flowers after the rain is stronger than in my dreams, and when I hear her moan or cry out my name, it’s as if I’m somehow home.
That’s how Charlotte makes me feel...like home.
Billie never made you feel this way.
The thought lodges in my brain, but I push past it, not wanting to miss a single moment of having Charlotte in my arms.
