Xavier (Men of Forbidden Temptation Book 5)

Chapter 17

The gorgeous summer day,the heat from the sun, and the copious amount of alcohol mixed with finally feeling free again cause my emotions to heighten tenfold.

I don’t know what comes over me, whether it is my own genuine desires and wants or if it is jealousy from the waitress’s flirting, but I reach out to cup Xavier’s chin and turn his head to face me.

I push my tongue into his mouth, surprised when he lets me deepen the kiss. I want him more than I’ve ever wanted someone.

More than I’ve ever wanted Austin.

More than I wanted Xavier a few weeks ago, when he had me pushed up against the wall and his cock pressed into the fabric of my shorts.

When my breathing becomes ragged, I pull back and grab my margarita, hoping it calms my racing heart and surging hormones.

Xavier looks at me with his dark, lust-filled eyes. “I rarely give up control so easily, but to be honest, that was sexy as fuck.”

I nibble on my lower lip to stop myself from kissing him again.

“Eat. Before I clear the table and feast on you.” His demand causes my eyes to widen.

He’s not serious, is he? He wouldn’t be that bold. He wouldn’t let other people watch him…us…would he?

I turn back to my food, squeeze a wedge of lime over the first taco, and take a bite of the seafood tacos, letting out a moan as the different flavors melt on my tastebuds.

Fish, shrimp, and scallop bites are fried to perfection under a bed of coleslaw. The tiny squeeze of lime juice elevates the flavors.

“Mmm. This is so good.”

Xavier grunts in agreement.

As we finish our margaritas and tacos, dread fills my stomach. I want to stay here and enjoy the sun and festivities. I want to be free.

I turn my entire body to face Xavier. “I don’t want to go back to the safe house tonight.”

His gaze sears into mine. “We need to.”

My stomach tightens. I know we should, but I don’t want to. I don’t want to be cooped up like a hostage, with only my thoughts to keep me occupied.

“Please. Just tonight.”

He doesn’t say anything. His facial expression doesn’t change. It stays neutral and unaffected.

I beg. “Please.”

Still no reaction, not even a jaw tick.

I hang my head and whisper, “Come tomorrow morning, I won’t fight. I won’t ever ask to leave the safe house. I promise. We will head back to the house, and I’ll stay there until the killers are arrested.”

Xavier sighs next to me, but I don’t look in his direction. I don’t want to see the look of pity I know he will give me when he tells me no.

“Your dad was very clear that my job was to protect you.”

I scoff and lift my gaze at him. “And you can only do that from the safe house?”

He smirks. “I can protect you from anywhere, Princess.”

“Even the beach?” I ask in a challenge.

“It would be harder, but still manageable.”

“Then why are you saying no? Why are you listening to my dad when you are capable of keeping me safe, even on a busy beach?”

“I didn’t say no.”

I have to think back to what he said.

‘Your dad was very clear that my job was to protect you.’

A smile grows on my face. Dad never said to stay in the safe house. Sure, it might have been implied, but it’s better to ask for forgiveness than permission.

Xavier glances around before saying, “We can walk on the beach, but I don’t want to be sitting ducks, so no laying out to tan. We can get a hotel, relax, and order room service, but we have to leave right after my morning check in with your dad.”

I grin wide, feeling happier than I have in weeks, possibly even months.

“Deal!” I yell before jumping up.

I try to pay for the lunch tab, but Xavier doesn’t let me. He pushes my wallet away and hands the waitress several bills. I assume it’s because of some antiquated gender role bullshit he feels is still necessary.

After we leave the restaurant and climb back in his car, he says, “No charges to cards. That’s traceable, and we need to stay under the radar.”

My cheeks blush. “That makes sense. I just assumed it was because you were the man and think men should always pay.”

He puts the car in gear and drives away from the restaurant. “Men should always pay.”

I don’t argue with him. There’s no point right now because I don’t have cash on me. Why would I when most places accept credit and debit cards?

But when this is all said and done, I’ll pay.

My heart skips a beat. Will there be another time after this is over?

Will he want another date?

This wasn’t technically a date, but it felt like one. There were all the staples: food, drinks, dancing, and conversation.

Xavier drives down A1A and pulls into a parking lot of a souvenir store.

I look at him, confused. “Are you stopping here to look for a memento to remember this trip?”

“No. we are going to need a change of clothes and a bathing suit if you want to go swimming.”

“Ooh, smart idea. I didn’t even think about that. I guess we would’ve had to go skinny dipping.”

His eyes fill with lust as his gaze moves down my body. “Let’s go. We can’t be long.”

I follow him across the large parking lot to the building. There aren’t many people inside, so I head to the swimwear section at the back of the store.

I peruse the racks, wondering what Xavier would like. His expression is blank as I show him different options, like he’d rather be anywhere else in the world except here.

“You can look for swim trunks while I’m still looking around.”

He looks hesitant as he glances around the store.

I point to the men’s section. “It’s like three racks away. I’ll be fine.”

He heads over there as I start picking out several tops and bottoms to try on.

“I’m heading to the fitting room.” I call out to him as I carry a handful of items to the back wall where the fitting rooms are.

After hanging them up on the wall hooks, I start with the more modest swimsuits.

I want something that fits me like a glove. I want something sexy that will make Xavier want to devour me.

I try one swimsuit after another, not finding one that makes me feel sexy.

Saving my favorite one for last, I change into the simple black string bikini. It’s more like a micro bikini.

The cups are tiny triangles that barely cover my areola and connect by a thin string. The bottoms are more conservative, but just barely.

Half of my ass cheeks are exposed and the front dips dangerously low, leaving very little to the imagination. I’m thankful I shave or else I wouldn’t be able to pull this one off.

“It’s perfect.” I whisper to myself.

If Xavier doesn’t want to fuck me after seeing me in this, then there’s no hope. I might as well close shop and become a nun.

The door to the fitting room opens and Xavier slips inside.

How did he unlock the door without the key?

His gaze meets mine in the mirror, causing my heart to leap out of my chest. “What are you doing in here?”

“You were taking too long.”

“It was only ten minutes. I had a lot to try on.”

I gesture to the wall of discarded bikinis, but he doesn’t look. His eyes are nearly black as he roams over my scantily clad body.

Oh yeah, he likes this one.

I’d smile, but the hungry look in his eyes makes me feel more like his prey.

“I’ll only be in here another minute, and then we can leave.”

He doesn’t make a move to leave.

We’re at a stalemate, staring at one another in the mirror.

Reaching behind me, I tug on the string, untying the top. Before I can pull the top off, Xavier slips out of the dressing room, gently closing the door behind him.

Breathing heavily, I quickly change back into my clothes and carry the bathing suits out of the fitting room. I keep the last one and follow Xavier to the clothing section.

Xavier chooses quick dry shorts, of course in black, and a St. Augustine shirt.

Maybe blending in as tourists will be helpful.

I find a cute summer dress and hold it up for Xavier’s opinion. He glances at it before nodding.

Not the best response, but it’s better than nothing.

We head up to the counter, and once again, Xavier pays for our swimsuits and a change of clothes.

When we are back in the car and heading to our next destination, Xavier breaks the silence and says, “I hope it’s okay that I booked us a room a couple of blocks from the beach. I figured being more secluded was better than being in a crowded hotel.”

“That’s fine with me. I just want to be able to relax.”

And fuck.

“Then I think you’ll like it because there’s a surprise waiting for you.”

I stare at him, waiting for him to spill the secret, but he doesn’t. He shakes his head and chuckles.

“Aww, come on. Tell me.”

He shakes his head.

I turn my body in my seat and lean across the center console to get closer to him. “Please? Please, please, please.”

“Are you really that impatient? You can’t wait five minutes?” His tone is teasing, and when I push my bottom lip out in a pout, he shakes his head and laughs.

“Fine. I got us a suite, so we will have more room and I’ll have a couch to sleep on instead of the floor.”

My smile falls into a frown.

He glances at me as he parks in the hotel parking lot. “What’s wrong?”

“I wouldn’t have suggested a hotel if I knew you were going to sleep on the floor or on the couch. They have rooms with two beds, you know.”

“Well, this room is going to be worth sleeping on the couch.”

I decide not to push the topic. If things go my way tonight, Xavier will be sleeping in the bed, naked, next to me after exhausting ourselves.

I carry our bags inside as Xavier checks in.

The lobby is exquisite, luxurious, and probably costs a small fortune. Xavier turns around and walks toward me with a grin on his face.

“Top floor.”

We take the elevator to the top floor. Looking around, I count the number of rooms on this floor.

Four.

Only four hotel rooms are on this floor, and it’s not a small building.

“Are these rooms the size of a house?” I ask in a whisper.

Xavier puts the keycard up to the magnetic reader. “We’re about to find out.”

He pushes the door open and allows me to step in first.

My mouth falls open, and I gasp at the opulence. “Wow. This is something else.”

I walk around the huge L-shaped couch and head straight to the wall of windows leading out to the balcony.

Several lounge chairs are lined up on one end of the balcony. A huge eight to ten person hot tub is in the opposite corner.

The sun is still shining, but it’s on the side of the building, so we won’t have to worry about being blinded while enjoying all the amenities of this suite.

Xavier joins me on the balcony. “Nice, huh?”

“Can we get in now?”

“Sure. You can get changed and I’ll get it going.”

He heads to the hot tub, and I practically sprint to the bathroom.

It doesn’t take me long to change out of my clothes and into my skimpy, barely there bikini. I leave my clothes, folded, in a pile on the long granite countertop in the bathroom.

I hope I made the right choice.

Passing Xavier in the hallway, I feel his eyes burn into mine. Deep, dark, lustful.

“I’ll meet you out there. It should be nice and hot.”

“Thanks.” I say before making a beeline to relaxation.

Dipping into the bubbling water and stretching out in one of the jetted lounges, I let out a long moan as the hot water envelopes me.

Today has been as close to perfect as I could ever wish for, despite the fact that we are on the run, hiding from the killers.

Who also wants me dead.

I close my eyes and lean my head back as I try to think about anything other than the reason for being in Florida.

I don’t register the balcony door opening or even Xavier joining me in the hot tub. I let the hot water and the strong jets release the tension from my muscles and lull me into a dreamlike state.

When I open my eyes to see what’s taking him so long, my gaze locks with Xavier’s starving one. “Oh my God.”

I let out a yelp, and my nipples harden under the scrutiny of his intense gaze.

He’s sitting across from me, staring at me like he’s ready to consume every part of me.

I want him that much is clear, but I don’t want to make the first move and be shot down again.

He’s not going to make the first move. He already thinks I’m too young for him.

“The hell with it.” I mumble to myself as I sit up.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath before springing across the hot tub to him. He reaches out, wraps his arms around my waist, and pulls me into his lap.

The moment our lips touch, I’m engulfed in flames of desire.

Heat warms my lower belly, settling between my thighs.

Xavier slips his tongue between my lips, tasting me, devouring me, making me his.

I moan into his mouth as I straddle his hips. His erection tents the front of his swim trunks, but I need it closer.

I need him to stretch me wide and make me feel whole. Complete. I need him to be my undoing.

“Please.” I beg when he breaks our kiss and presses his head into the crook of my neck.

“Please what?” His tone is husky, giving away how much he wants this. How much he needs this.

“Please fuck me. Please make me come. Please make me forget the horrible things I’ve seen. Please.”

“Protection?”

“IUD.”

That seems to be good enough for him because he immediately complies.

In one swift movement, he lifts me up until I’m on my knees, pulls his trunks completely off, and pulls my bikini bottoms to the side.

I pull at the ties on my hips, undoing the bottoms, as I lower myself onto his erection.

He reaches between us to remove the scrap of fabric before gripping my hips, impaling me onto his cock.

“Ahhh!” I cry out as he stretches me wide.

He waits a few seconds for my body to adjust to him before gently thrusting the rest of the way in.

My chest rises and falls quickly as pleasure builds deep in my belly.

When the shock of his girth subsides, I lift up and sink back down on him. He keeps his grip on my hips but lets me control the pace.

I need more.

Faster.

Harder.

I give myself what I need. Lifting up and slamming back down. Over and over and over again.

“Yes, yes, yes.” I murmur as my orgasm quickly approaches.

My walls clench around his shaft, needing him to spill himself inside me.

“Not yet. You come first.” He growls out.

“But-”

“No. You always come first.”

He removes one hand from my hip and expertly finds my clit, rubbing it with precise decision. Rubbing it like he needs me to come.

I circle my hips, rubbing my clit harder against his finger as he thrusts upward. Water splashes out of the hot tub, but neither of us mind.

We only have one thing to worry about.

Flying over the edge into the land of bliss and euphoria.

My gaze locks with his. Desperation and the need to come overtake any other emotion.

“Fuck, Bri. I need you to come. I can’t hold off much longer.”

His words send my hormones into overdrive. His thrusts get faster, deeper, more erratic.

I clamp my eyes shut as my orgasm crashes through me.

He leans forward, dipping his head to reach my pebbled nipples. He laps at the tight nubs before sucking one into his mouth.

“Fuck.” I moan as another smaller orgasm barrels through me. He bites down on a nipple and follows me a few thrusts later.

His cock swells before spurt after spurt of hot cum coats my walls.

I fall forward in his arms, feeling weightless and happy.

Chuckling, I say, “Fuck. If I knew it was going to be that good, I would have cornered you in the gym weeks ago.”

He grunts in response as his arms wrap tighter around me, pulling me closer to him.

It was explosive and the best I’ve ever had by a mile.

How will I leave all of this behind once it’s safe to return home?