I groaned.
“Something wrong?” he asked in a low voice that made me think of midnight whispers and soft kisses..
“No,” I snapped and glared at him.
“You still want me, don’t you?” His eyes danced.
“No,” I said adamantly.
“Okay, if you say so. Though I think you’re lying.” He grinned and licked his lips again. This time, his tongue was sticking right out, as if to taunt me even more. “Some people say I’m cocky,” he said after a few seconds.
“Who, you?” I feigned shock. “Who would ever think that?”
“Are you laughing at me?” His eyes were light as he studied my face.
“Does it sound like I’m laughing? Can you hear the sound of laughter coming out of my mouth and falling into your ears?”
“You think you’re funny, don’t you?” He took a step toward me.
“I’m not a comedian, and I have no aspirations to be one, so, no, not really.”
His green eyes sparkled in mischief as he questioned me, “So, are you trying to say you don’t think I’m cocky?” He tilted his head and smiled at me.
I didn’t want to stare back at him. I mean, who could resist a hot guy with a cute, teasing smile? The moment was light and silly, and I so badly wanted it to be dark and stuffy. I didn’t want to like Xander. I had every reason to dislike Xander, but I wasfinding it very hard to follow through on my dislike when he stood so close to me.
“What do you want from me, Xander? This is highly inappropriate, as I told you before.”
“Why?” He took another step toward me, and this time, I could feel his hand grazing against my leg. Like he couldn’t stop himself from touching me. Like I couldn’t stop wanting his touch.
“You’re engaged to marry my sister.”
“Yes, but we don’t love each other.”
“So, you’re not going to marry her then?” I asked softly and hopefully. I knew it was wrong of me to hope he’d say he was going to call off the wedding. “You’re going to call off the wedding?”
“Why would I do that?” He put his arms around my waist and pulled me to him. I could feel his erection pressing into my stomach.
“Are you seriously turned on right now?” I asked, shocked.
He grinned at me wickedly, not answering me. His eyes laughed into mine, and he grabbed my hand and held it.
“What are you doing?” I asked, completely taken aback, my heart racing at the fact that I was so close to him.
“Answering your question.”
“What question?” My brain was fuddled.
“This one.” He took my hand and placed it over his crotch and squeezed my fingers together gently so that I was grabbing his hardness.
“What are you doing?” I gasped as my fingers held on to his thick manhood.
“You asked me if I was turned on, and I figured show was better than tell.”
He winked at me, and I pulled my hand away quickly, images of his long thick cock in my mouth growing harder and harderflashing through my mind. We stared at each other for a few seconds, and I knew I was in big trouble. I still wanted this man, and he wanted me, and I had no idea what I was going to do about it.
“You should leave.” I looked at my bed instead of his face. All I wanted was to crawl under the sheets and groan.
“We haven’t finished talking.” He shook his head.
