When I looked up into his face, he was looking down at me.
“Hi,” I breathed.
He didn’t say anything.
He just leaned in and kissed me. His lips were so soft. His tongue was warm and strong as he thrust it into my mouth and lapped it against mine. His skin was smooth without his beard, but already a little rough with stubble.
I loved everything about it.
Xander Rush was pure walking sex, and I loved it all.
I moaned without even meaning to.
Then his lips slid away. He just looked at me.
He still didn’t say anything.
“The anticipation is killing me,” I said, giggling nervously.
“I don’t think anticipation ever actually killed anyone,” he murmured. His lips brushed mine. Then he hiked me up on his hips, wrapping my legs around him. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and he carried me to the bed—while kissing me softly.
He set me on my feet by the bed for a moment, while he tore off the blankets. Then he scooped me up again and laid me down on the bed, still wet from the bath.
Then he started to pull away and my hips bucked off the bed, trying to go with him.
“Patience,” he whispered.
Then he slid his big hands down to my hips—and gently flipped me over on my stomach.
“Uh… what’s happening?”
He kind of chuckled.
Was he actually planning to fuck me frombehind? Because I wasn’t really down with that. Not the first time, anyway. Something told me that would hurt, a lot. And be kind of… weird. Like I wouldn’t be able to see his face.
But he slid his warm hands gently up my back and said, “I’m giving you a massage.” His hands smoothed over my shoulders, and I relaxed.
“Oh…”
Then he proceeded to run his strong, capable hands over my shoulders, my neck, my back… kneading my muscles, gently, until I felt like a warm noodle. All limp and soft.
I felt the bed dip as he shifted closer. He leaned over me and I felt his heat, hovering. He started kissing me as he went… running his tongue over my skin and nibbling a little. Rubbing my shoulder, then kissing me there… Rubbing the base of my neck, then kissing me there…
Then all the way down my spine, until I arched my back into his touch. My whole core was throbbing with the anticipation, with the need to be touched.
But he didn’t touch me there.
He massaged his hands over my lower back, and when he kissed the base of my spine, my hips lifted off the bed.
“Oh, yesss…” I sighed.Damn, that felt good.
Then he ran his hands down over my ass, cupping my cheeks a little… and slipped his fingers between my legs. I cried out a bit and bit my lip. He caressed the soft insides of my thighs and I lifted my hips toward him, wanting more…
But it was just a tease. He didn’t touch my pussy. He just rolled me gently over again.
I lay on my back, looking up at him. He knelt over me, his knees planted on either side of my hips. Naked. It wasn’t exactly bright in here. There was just the one lamp turned on, somewhere on the other side of the room… but I could seeeverything.
He was still hard.
