35. Sophie
Xander opens the door to our hotel room and I follow him in. I kick off my heels and sigh in relief at how good it feels to be barefoot after a few hours of wearing those stilts.
He turns to me. I take in his focused, watchful stare. He’s been looking at me like that ever since Ethan cornered me.
I step up to him and scoop his hand in both of mine. “I’m okay, Xander.”
His throat works as he swallows. He glances down at my arm, where Ethan grabbed me.
“Does it hurt?”
“Not anymore.”
He exhales sharply. “I should get you some ice to put on it.”
He starts to move for the door, but I stop him.
“I don’t need ice. I just need you.”
Something flashes in his hazel eyes as he stares at me. And then he pulls me into a hug.
When I feel him start to relax around me, I sigh, happy. He’s taken such good care of me tonight. I want to take care of him too.
I think back to the way he threw Ethan against the wall by his neck.
I’ve grown up around hockey my whole life, so I’ve seen plenty of nasty fights. But this wasn’t a hockey fight.
This was Xander defending me and protecting me. This was me observing just how much he cares about me.
Because yeah, any decent man would have stepped in and stopped Ethan from hurting me.
But the way Xander reacted was more than that. He reacted that way because he saw someone hurting his girlfriend. Because maybe what he feels for me is real.
This thing between us isn’t fake anymore. Not for me…and I hope not for him either.
I need to tell him how I truly feel.
I lean back and look him in the eye. “I don’t want to fake it with you anymore, Xander.” My stomach does a somersault admitting that to him. “I know the playoffs are coming up soon. And I know we agreed to cut things off by then, but I don’t want to. I caught feelings for you. Major feelings. I want you to be my boyfriend for real.”
My heart hammers in my chest.
“I don’t want to put any pressure or expectations on you. If you don’t feel the same way, that’s okay. I just want you to know how I feel. Because I can’t pretend any longer.”
I hold my breath and wait for him to say something.
A moment passes before a soft smile tugs at his lips. “I was about to tell you the same thing.”
I let out a breathy laugh. “Really?”
He nods. “Sophie, I’m crazy about you. I don’t want to fake it anymore either.”
I grin wide and tip-toe up to kiss him. “You’re my boyfriend now.”
He flashes that sexy smile. “And you’re my girlfriend.”
I kiss him again. It’s not long before our tongues get filthy and we’re clawing at each other’s clothes. Without breaking our kiss, he leans down and picks me up, then carries me to the bedroom of the hotel suite.
He sets me on the edge of the bed and steps back, breaking our kiss. He stands in front of me, chest heaving and skin flushed. I take a second to admire just how insanely handsome he looks in his suit.
“You look incredible.” My eyes follow the length of his body. That tux is impeccably tailored. It fits his tall, muscular frame perfectly.
He flashes a crooked smile before shedding his suit jacket and yanking free his tie.
“You look stunning, Sophie.” His gaze is fiery as it moves along the length of me. I stand and reach up to help him unbutton his dress shirt. I push the crisp white fabric off his shoulders and take a second to admire his ripped, flawless torso.
I run a finger along the hard ridge of his abs. He hums.
I skim along the waist of his pants, stopping at his belt. I tug it away, unbutton his pants, and pull down the zipper. I stop to admire the v-lines along the sides of his abs, that dip below his trousers.
“Your body is ridiculous” I murmur.
He cups my face with his hand and leads me in a slow teasing kiss. “And your body is my fantasy come true, Sophie.”
His massive hand grips my hip before he turns me around so he can undo my dress. I feel the fabric loosen around me then turn back to face him. I pull the straps off my shoulders then drop the dress to the floor, revealing the lacy lingerie I picked out for him.
Xander’s eyes are wide as saucers. His gaze falls to my boobs and the strapless bra with see-through lace. “Holy fuck…”
When his gaze drops to my bottom half, I pivot slightly to show him it’s a thong. He makes a choking sound.
“Do you like it?” I ask in a teasing tone even though I know he does.
Instead of answer me, he crashes his mouth against mine. He kisses me breathless.
“That color,” he murmurs.
“Blush,” I say, smiling.
He blesses me with that wicked grin as he reaches around and unhooks my bra. “My favorite.”
The bra falls to the floor. I push his pants down his legs. He steps out of them, then leans down to pull off his socks, leaving him in a pair of black boxer briefs.
I eye the massive bulge in the front. My pussy aches to feel him inside of me.
I slink my arms around his neck and tip-toe up to kiss him. “I want you to fuck me.”
His eyebrows lift. “Are you sure?”
I nod. “Yes. I want you, Xander. So, so bad.”
He crashes his mouth against mine before lifting me up and placing me on the bed. And then he drops to his knees.
“I’ll fuck you, gorgeous. But I need to taste you first.”
He hooks his hands around my thighs and pulls me to the edge of the bed. And then he slides my panties down my legs and lowers his face to my pussy.
He runs his thumb along my slit. My clit pulses and I gasp.
When he swipes his tongue up and down, I whimper. My clit is throbbing and he only just started.
Gently, he swirls his tongue just how I like it: slow and soft and teasing.
The pleasure within me shifts from a pulse to a throb. My entire body is aching as goosebumps flash across my skin.
Heat pools at my core, and my thigh muscles twitch. I reach down and tug my hand through his hair.
He groans, the vibrations from his mouth amping up the pleasure. My legs start to shake. The pleasure winds tighter and tighter until I’m shaking.
It’s not long before I burst. I come with a scream, my legs shaking. I fist the bedsheets as Xander’s tongue delivers the most intense orgasm to my body.
I scream his name, certain that whoever is in the room next to us can hear us. I don’t care. I’m crazy about this man and the things he can do to my body.
And my heart.
As I start to come down, I’m shaking. I lean up on my elbows to look at him, my chest heaving as I catch my breath.
He peers up, that sexy half-smile on display. He licks his lips before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He leans down and grabs his trousers, pulls his wallet from the pocket, and grabs a condom.
He tosses it onto the bed before standing up and shedding his boxer briefs. I nearly moan at the sight of his rock-hard cock.
“All because of going down on me?” I tease as he climbs onto the bed.
He grins. “Yeah.”
He makes his way over to me, grabs the condom and rips it open with his teeth. I shudder at the move, how deliciously feral it is. Like he doesn’t want to waste the few seconds it would have taken to rip it open with his hands. He needs me that badly.
He sheaths himself, then grabs me by the waist. With his dick gripped in his hand, he lines up the head with my pussy.
He teases for a few seconds without putting it in. My eyes flutter and my entire body is vibrating with anticipation.
“Please, Xander…” I rasps.
His jaw bulges as he bites down and closes his eyes.
“Gorgeous…” He’s almost laughing. “You’re gonna make me come instantly if you say ‘please” while I’m inside you like that.”
I bite my lip, making a mental note for later.
After a second, he slowly slides in.
I gasp. “Oh my god…”
“Holy fuck…”
My body tightens around him. I dig my fingers into the meaty part of his shoulders, relishing the way his cock stretches me out.
It’s been a few years since I last had sex, so I need this extra second to get used to Xander’s size. But god, I missed this. Feeling this close, this intimate with someone. It’s the best, most intense feeling.
It’s a sweet, overwhelming pressure that I feel. And I know right then and there, Xander is going to wreck me in the most delicious way.