“Because I don’t want you to regret this.”
I huff. “Xander, I’m a grown woman who can damn well decide if I want to have sex with a guy.”
“Am I the first since your husband?”
“Does it matter?” I say defensively.
“Yes. Maybe. Shit, I don’t know, Michelle.” He shakes his head. “I guess I want this to mean something. I don’t want to be an itch you need to scratch. And if it’s been a while, I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Hurt me? As in physically? Or emotionally?”
“Both, dammit.”
I can’t help but throw my head back and laugh.
“What the fuck?” He grumbles softly.
I look at his confused expression and frame his face, kissing him tenderly. When I pull back, his face has relaxed. “You are a pleasant surprise, Xander I-don’t-even-know-your-last-name.”
He chuckles. “Phillips. Xander Phillips.”
“Pleasure to meet you, Xander Phillips. I’m Michelle Bosak. As you know I’m widowed, I teach yoga, and I’m a trauma counselor. I have no children or pets. I haven’t had sex in over fifteen months. I haven’t had even an inkling of interest in anyone until tonight when you offered me your shirt.” I look down at myself. “Which by the way, I’m keeping.” I look at himagain and he smiles. “Now, I’m about to exit this car and go into my home, and I’d really love your company in my bed tonight.”
I start to move off his lap when he holds me in place. “I’d really love to be that company in your bed tonight.”
“Then let’s go.” I give him a smile and he nods. We exit the car and I meet him on his side, taking his hand and leading him up the steps to my condo. Once inside, I don’t waste time with pleasantries that continue to stall our momentum, instead, I take us directly to my bedroom where I toss my phone wallet on my dresser before facing him.
“I’m going to use the bathroom then be right out. You’re welcome to use it after me or use the guest bathroom right now. It’s back out in the hallway, second door on the left.”
“I’ll go do that now. Be right back.”
After he walks away, I hurry into the bath, strip, pee, and do a quick wash at the sink, scrubbing away the greasy number seven still on my thigh. I then rinse my mouth and rush back out, pulling back the covers on the bed and crawling in. Xander comes through the door just as I settle. He rakes his gaze over my naked body, the lust reigniting. Without breaking eye contact, he slips off his boots before quickly getting naked.
I feel my eyes widen in amazement as I stare at his glorious form ripped with muscles from neck to calves. There are no imperfections, no tattoos gracing his body—at least on his front side—just wonderfully bronzed skin with that dusting of golden hair.
“Turn around,” I whisper. When he turns his back to me then looks over his shoulder a moment before facing me again, I meet his gaze. “Not one tattoo.” He shakes his head, remaining quiet.
As my gaze wanders north again, I linger at his cock jutting out from his groin, thick and beautiful. The head glistens with moisture and I’m tempted to crawl to him so I can lick it off.Instead, I lick my lips as I meet his gaze, crooking my finger at him, beckoning him to me.
Xander grins and walks to the bed, crawling across the small divide until he reaches me. He gently grabs an ankle and pulls me toward him, so I’m spread out on my back.
“Gorgeous,” he murmurs. He wastes no time as he lowers himself between my legs, his mouth connecting with my pussy. I hiss as he licks up and down my folds before parting me and diving into my center, which I know is slick with arousal. As he hums against my flesh, lapping at my entrance, I rock my hips, pressing against him. He then suckles my clit causing me to cry out as a jolt of pleasure stronger than anything I’d ever felt in my life races through me. He spreads me wider, placing my legs over his shoulders before running his hands up my abdomen, never breaking his rhythm. I guide his hands to my breasts where he squeezes before pinching my aching nipples.
“Yes,” I moan. “God, yes, that.”
His efforts increase, pinching me harder while he devours my pussy. My body is thrashing against him, moving frantically, searching for release. I feel perspiration dampening our skin as the sounds of our combined moans echo around us. I’m so close to falling apart as I grind against his talented mouth, eager to feel the mindless bliss the orgasm will bring about.
But Xander has other ideas when his mouth eases away from my core and his hands leave my breasts, making me want to cry out with a harsh protest. Instead, I cry out in unexpected delight when he slides a finger inside me, working it in and out before adding a second digit. He then blows cool air across my clit as he pumps his fingers, increasing his speed and causing my body to move, meeting each thrust. The sounds I make are unlike anything that’s ever come out of my mouth, but I can’t hold back, alternating between guttural moaning and high-pitched keening.
He caresses down my belly, fingering my piercing before sliding lower to pinch my clit, causing me to gasp. Anchoring my feet on his back as leverage, I rocket my hips against him to meet his demands. And just as I’m on the edge once again, Xander withdraws his fingers, wrenching another cry from me.
“Xander, please,” I beg.
He eases my legs off his body to kneel, looking down at me with a lustful gaze. His hand is wrapped around his cock, stroking it slowly while he licks his lips.
“Fucking delicious.” He continues to stare, his eyes mapping every inch of me.
I’ve never been an insecure woman, knowing I’m in better shape than most my age. And having never birthed children, my body didn’t succumb to the ravages pregnancy can often produce, such as stretch marks, weight that never goes away, and saggy breasts. But under Xander’s intense perusal, next to his impeccable body, I’m tempted to curl into a ball to hide my perceived flaws. Like my breasts. They may still be somewhat perky while I’m upright, but lying flat on my back, they practically fall into my armpits. I start to bring my arms across my body to make my breasts look at least a little more flattering when Xander speaks.
