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MILO
I laughedas Xander shoved me under the shower, pulling him in after me and catching his mouth in a needy kiss.
I wanted him. I always wanted him, but I wanted him so bad right now I might have cried if I had to lose contact even for a moment.
“Eager.” Xander laughed as he broke off to breathe, turning the hot water up a notch.
“Yep,” I said, shameless, stealing another kiss and curling one hand around his hip, the other under his butt.
Xander indulged me for what felt both like a million years and not nearly long enough, running his hands over me like there wasn’t an inch of my body he didn’t want to touch. I knew by now that there wasn’t, that to him I was perfect just the way I was, that nothing about me was disappointing.
“Hair,” he said, grabbing a bottle. “This is curl-safe conditioner but I’m sure it’ll be fine for your luscious waves.”
I laughed, letting him work through my hair and wash it out, gentle fingers scrubbing my scalp under blissfully pelting, perfectly hot water, and felt like a goddamn princess the whole time. I could’ve gotten used to that.
Then it was Xander’s turn, and I felt him melt under my hands as I ran my fingers through his curls and I knew I wanted to do this again and again. I wanted him to feel like I had, like someone...
Loved him.
Because I did love him. It was so obvious he must’ve known, too.
And I’d never really felt like that before and maybe it should have terrified me, but it was Xander. He was safe. He’d always been safe. I should’ve known from the beginning.
“You’re good at this,” he said as I washed out the last of the conditioner. “I’m keeping you.”
I barely suppressed a giddy little squeal and pressed my lips to his shoulder instead, lingering for a moment until water started threatening to drip into my eyes.
Xander turned to face me, and then backed me up against the tiles, both hands on my hips and his mouth against mine.
“Tell me where you’re at, experience-wise,” he said, running his fingers over the curve of my ass and lightly down the cleft.
I was definitely blushing, but I knew I had to tell him.
“I’ve tried, uh, a couple of fingers by myself,” I said, face burning.
Xander gave me another soft kiss that I guessed was either a reward or an encouragement to keep going.
“It’s very sexy to hear you talk about this,” he said. Encouragement, then. “Did you like it?”
I nodded, chewing on my lower lip. “I mean,” I said after a second as Xander stroked up and down my ass patiently, not touching me anywhere he hadn’t before.
He was so gentle. I should’ve known a man who had a jacket with a special kitten pocket sewed into it would be.
“The angle’s all wrong,” I finally gritted out, blushing harder. “But I like theideaa lot. I’ve only never gone further because...”
Xander kissed his way along my jaw while I tried to decide why, exactly, I hadn’t. What made him different?
I knew as soon as I thought of the question.
“I’ve never trusted anyone like I trust you,” I said.
I felt him smile against my neck.
“Sexy,” he said. “Can I touch?”
I nodded again, and closed my eyes as Xander’s fingers drifted lower, hissing when he found his mark and a spark of sharp, bright pleasure bounced around the pit of my stomach.
