He wanted to strip her clothes off and lick her naked body from head to toe. Go down on her and feast on what he knew would be the sweetest pussy imaginable. Plunge his aching cock into her tight, wet heat until she fractured beneath him and they were both consumed by passion. Lose himself completely, both of them shuddering in endless orgasms. Until he could no longer see where he ended and she began.
Anything about their plan could backfire. Nothing was promised. One or both of them could die. He sure as hell didn’t want to die before experiencing some pleasure with the most tempting woman he’d ever met.
By the time he parked his black Lincoln Navigator and they reached the front door, he knew it was now or never. His hand shook as he tapped the code onto the keypad and pushed the door open, shutting and locking it behind them. Without warning, he grabbed Essie, hauled her up onto her toes and pushed her back against the nearest wall. A gasp escaped her lips right before he slammed his mouth against hers.
He expected her to fight him. Tell him to go to hell.
Instead, she yanked him closer and sucked his tongue into her mouth.
And Xander caught on fucking fire.
Chapter sixteen
Should she be writhing against the man hellbent on destroying what little family she had left? Rubbing her breasts against him as she sucked his tongue into her mouth? Curling her leg around his calf as she pressed her core against his very obvious erection?
Probably not. But in that scorching moment, Essie couldn’t bring herself to care.
Xander made a ragged sound when she rolled her hips, then he grabbed her waist and hauled her up. She jumped, wrapping her legs around him, clinging to his wide shoulders as he devoured her.
There was something wild and possessive in his kiss. And going from never even experiencing a proper kiss to trying to keep up with a man—a veryexperiencedman—burning with the need to fuck her, she suddenly feared he wouldn’t want her when he realized how truly inexperienced she was.
And she wanted him badly. These might be their last moments together, so why not indulge? She’d waited long enough to havesex, barely escaping being married to a cruel man who would’ve taken her virginity without care.
Xander might be moving hard and fast, but he wasn’t hurting her. There was no aggression in his touch. Just passion. Need. Desire. And she was there for all of it.
He yanked his mouth off hers and began kissing down her neck. Dropping her head back against the wall, she whimpered when he covered her breast with his large hand, squeezing and molding the flesh.
“You like that?” He flicked his tongue in the hollow of her neck, and she responded with a shaky sigh. “Tell me what else you like.”
Her mind reeled. She had no idea what to say. Of course, she’d touched herself, but it had never been this exciting. Never made her this dizzy with desire.
He dropped a hand to squeeze her ass, eliciting an excited squeal from her. “I’ve been dreaming about this ass. Dreaming about how you taste. Are you as sweet as I think?”
Not sure how to respond, she cupped his lightly stubbled face, trying to figure out a sexy response. His eyes blazed with an incandescent blue light. With such intense need, it stole her voice.
“Cat got your tongue, Peaches?”
“I don’t… I mean I never…” She huffed out a breath, and he arched a dark brow.
As she struggled to find the words, clarity replaced desire on his face.
“Shit.” He instantly released her, but she grabbed tighter. Refusing to let go.
“No! Forget I said anything.” She gripped his shoulders hard, tightening her legs around his slim hips. “I can talk dirty! Just… give me a second. It’s not like being locked in a bunker has given me a chance to do it every day, you know.”
His lips twitched as she clung to him like a cat, and his hands rounded back over her ass. It was only a light hold, but she took that as a good sign. Why did he look so amused?
She shifted against his cock and the amusement quickly faded. “You’re… so hard,” she blurted out, trying to sound sultry.
And failing miserably.
Okay, not sexy at all, Essie.
He chuckled. Chuckled! And humiliation poured over her.
She punched his shoulder and released her legs, trying to wriggle free and slide off him. “Put me down.”
Unexpectedly, his grip on her tightened. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to laugh, but you’re so fucking adorable.”
