Despite feeling like a cliché, Xavier was pleased Adam knew Justine belonged to—with—him.
“You have me acting like a caveman,” he muttered and kissed her on their way up the stairs.
The sound of a door slamming shut from the floor below had them springing apart.
“Hurry.” Justine flew up the stairs, Xavier hard on her heels.
All talk of relationships and letting her make decisions for them both fled from his mind. The moment the door closedbehind them in Justine’s apartment, Xavier had her in a kiss against the back of the door.
Her lips moved over his, inviting, seducing, and he was happy enough to go where she led. Helpless to follow, he raised his arms when she tugged at his shirt and stepped out of his socks and shoes while she kissed him.
Somehow, the quiet Justine from dinner had transformed into a woman who could make Xavier beg without even trying. She spun them when Xavier was finally naked, putting his back to the door, and went to her knees.
He stared down at her shiny hair, watched his dick disappear into her mouth, and laid his head back, his eyes closed as she sucked him close to orgasm in no time.
“Justine, oh yeah. God, baby. Please.” He rambled, not sure what he meant by anything except to never stop this moment with her.
As he closed all too quickly on that pleasure, he didn’t want to go over alone.
He pulled her to her feet and kissed her, swallowing down her moans of pleasure. He stripped her naked and lifted her in his arms.
“Oof. You better not drop me,” she warned. “That’s not sexy. But you holding me? That’s totally hot.”
He pretended to bobble her, and she shrieked with laughter.
Until he reached the bedroom. He paused and looked down at her.
Her laughter dried up, that sexual tension between them present and growing.
Along with other things.
“What are we doing, Xavier?” Justine asked, her voice soft.
Was this a trick question? “We’re getting ready to have sex?”
“Yes, I know.” She paused while he set her down and flushed when his sex brushed against her belly. “But… I really like you. Iguess I’m confused, because this is better than any relationship I’ve ever had, and it’s fake.” She wrapped her hand around his dick and gently squeezed.
He closed his eyes, not needing to see her touching him. Bad enough he felt it. If she kept it up, he’d come too soon. He put a hand over hers to slow her when she started pumping him. “Easy. I’ll come too soon.” Xavier swallowed around a dry throat. “Condom?”Please, God.
“I just…” She continued to hold him, but at least she’d stopped jerking him off.
Which meant she actually wanted to talk.
He shouldn’t have stopped her from blowing him earlier.
No, no. Rein it in. She wants to… talk. No matter how much it hurts, hear her out.
“Inconvenient timing,” he had to say. “But talk. I’m listening.” He swallowed hard. “I’mtryingto listen.”
She gave him the sweetest grin, and his heart felt like it fell at her feet, waiting for her to pick it up. “Do you know how sexy it is to know how much you want me?”
“Justine, I’m trying really hard to concentrate and not come all over you. But you keep touching me and I won’t be able to help myself.”
She let go, and he cursed himself for being honest. “I like…” She paused, looking both confused and aroused. “I like having sex with you. Being with you. Having you with me around my family made dinner almost fun.”
“Almost.” He cupped her cheek, taken with her softness, and had to kiss her. Once he pulled back, he noted her lust-filled gaze, Justine clearly distracted, which hadn’t been his intention. He wiped a thumb over her lips and nearly lost it when she nibbled on him. “Talk faster,” he rasped.
“I just want you to know how much I?—”
