He turned on his side and flexed his free arm. “You think I’m big, you should see my sister.”
She laughed. “I have seen her. But I haven’t seen her flexing.”
“We’ll have to change that.” He leaned in for a kiss. “Have I told you yet how glad I am that you have the day off? Got any plans?” He moved to her neck and took a big sniff. “Ah. You smell so good.”
“Eu de Sex?”
He pulled back and tugged her on top of him, then forced her to sit up and stared at her breasts now bared by the sheets pooled around her waist. “Yeah.” He wiggled his brows.
She laughed. “Lech.”
“That’s me. HannibalLecher.”
“Very funny.”
“I aim to please.” He ran his thumb over her left nipple. “I’ve gotta say it. I love your breasts. They’re the perfect handful.”
“Oh stop.” Yet she leaned into his touch.
He smirked. “Perhaps I’m not the only one who’s putty in your hands.”
“Huh?” She deliberately misunderstood, teasing him. “How am I putty in my own hands?”
“Smartass. I meant you’re kind of melting inmyhands.” He shifted under her. “Melting on my stomach, actually. You get so wet for me. It’s so sexy.”
“You love making me blush, don’t you?”
“I do.” He chuckled. “So you didn’t answer. What are your plans for the day?”
“I—” The phone rang, reminding her she’d missed a call earlier.
“Crap. Hold that thought.” She reached over him to grab for her cell and froze when his lips closed around her nipple.
He sucked and kissed, nibbling.
She clutched his head.
When he pulled back, she couldn’t help being disappointed. Every time they touched she felt closer to him. Despite the danger to her heart, she couldn’t help wanting more with Xavier.
“We’ll get back to that later.” He winked. “I hope. Since you have some time off, I was thinking we could spend the day together.” He paused. “I mean, unless you have stuff to do.”
“I think that would be nice.” A day spent with Xavier, just hanging out together. No terrible boss, no pushy family, just a sexy man at her disposal. “Although, I was hoping to go get myself a massage today as a reward for surviving the family dinner.”
His eyes sparkled, his grin wide. “A massage, eh? I can give you a massage.” He looked her over and stroked her ribs and belly. “In fact, I can’t wait to oil you up.”
“Sounds perfect.”
“But maybe after some breakfast? I’m starving. It takes a lot of energy to keep up with you.”
“Me? You’re the one with the stamina.” Was he ever.
“I am, aren’t I?” He sounded smug, and she laughed.
Before she could respond, the phone rang again. As did his.
They reached on opposite nightstands.
“Hello?” They said at the same time to their respective callers.
