Chapter Eight
Michelle
“Hey now, whoa up,” Xander says, pulling my hand so I have no choice but to stop.
I whirl around, my temper still flaring.
But not for him. Not for this remarkable man.
I close my eyes, displacing the welling tears.
I take a shaky breath, trying to compose myself as he relieves me of the dripping cone and wipes my face with a napkin.
“Open your eyes, beautiful,” he says softly.
When I do, Xander has bent down to meet my gaze.
“I’m sorry if I embarrassed you,” I manage.
He shakes his head while leading me into the storefront where we stopped. Without so much as a word to anyone, he marches us to the back and takes me into the ladies’ restroom, locking the door behind him.
“Xander, we can’t—”
“Yes, we can. Now come here.”
He guides me to the sink where he proceeds to push my clutch up my arm before washing our hands. He then grabs paper towels to dry. After throwing the towels in the trash, he turns to me, cupping my face.
“You have nothing to be sorry for. And you sure as hell didn’t embarrass me. Those uptight asshats should be embarrassed about their actions and what that woman said to you. Who the hell are they, anyway?”
“Acquaintances. Henrik is a surgeon and a colleague of Stuart’s.
Well, they were, you know, they worked together.
” I shake my head and Xander’s hands fall to clasp mine.
“I never had a problem with him. In all our social events, he was rather quiet, spoke only when he absolutely had to. Priscilla, on the other hand had to comment on any topic being discussed. I never cared for her.”
“Gee, I wonder why,” he quips, making me smile.
“I still can’t believe what she said.”
He caresses my cheek with his knuckles. “Forget them. You said everything that needed saying and you don’t answer to them. You answer to you.” I absently nod, still trying to process the incident. “You ready to get outta here? We’ll find another ice cream shop and—”
“No, I’ve lost my mood for ice cream.”
“What?” He rears back, feigning shock.
I give him a weak smile. “Can we just go back to the bar until it’s time for the show later?”
“Of course.”
Xander takes my hand and leads me out of the bathroom, through the store, and back onto the sidewalk.
We walk in silence, negotiating the holiday crowd.
It’s nearly 5PM and still blazing hot, but I don’t care.
I don’t care about sweating, about my hair, makeup, or anything; my mood effectively ruined by a woman I should pay no head to.
But I can’t help it. Her words, her condescension was scathing.
Her attitude toward Xander was unbelievably horrible.
I’m stewing over it when I should just let it go.
I had my say and should put it behind me. I—
Suddenly I find myself being swept up into Xander’s arms, his mouth fusing to mine.
I squeak with surprise for only a millisecond before succumbing to his distraction.
Wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms arm his neck—my clutch smacking him in his back—his hands shift to cradle my rear and I couldn’t care less about the spectacle we’re making.
I melt into his kiss, losing myself as I’m sure he intended.
A few more steps and we’re in the shade of a building.
Where we’re at, I couldn’t tell you; not that it matters.
What matters is how his mouth takes commands of mine, sweeping his tongue across my lips until they part, allowing him entry.
The term sucking face never seemed more appropriate.
I moan as he growls, his hands tightening on my ass causing my body to press closer to his.
I feel his abdomen flex as I squirm against him, and oh God, do I want him naked right now.
“Me too,” he growls, walking as I cling to him like a drowning victim clutching a life preserver.
I giggle while burying my face in his neck as he passes through a door and begins ascending stairs. “Did I say that out loud?”
“Sure did. Been saying a lot out loud.”
I hear a door slam and before I know what’s happening, we’re falling, his back hitting a bed as he continues holding me tightly to him.
He resumes the kiss as I comb my fingers through his hair, anchoring myself to him, feeling nothing but frantic need.
I try to catch my breath as he moves away from my mouth to kiss across my jaw and down my neck.
“Only thing I want to hear you say now is my name when I make you come.”
“Yes,” I say breathlessly.
Xander chuckles. “That’ll do too.”
Taking initiative, I sit up and straddle him as I keep my eyes locked on his.
I free my wrist of my clutch, tossing it on the floor, then flick off my shoes, letting them fall to either side of the bed.
When I reach for the hem of my dress, his eyes settle on my hands and follow their journey as I lift the garment over my head.
I toss it aside while Xander’s heated gaze looks first to my flaming red panties before roaming up to get his fill of my breasts.
His eyes gleam with undeniable lust as they connect with mine.
“So goddamn gorgeous.”
He pulls me to him, and I brace my hands on either side of his head as he pulls a nipple into his mouth.
I hum with pleasure as he suckles and nips before going to the other side, giving it just as much delicious torture.
While he continues, a hand caresses over my rear, tracing the edge of my panties before slipping beneath to tease my pussy.
I press into him, seeking more contact, and he doesn’t disappoint when he slides a finger inside me.
“Mmm,” I moan, bending forward to kiss his head. He releases my breast and lifts his head to capture my mouth, kissing me thoroughly while he pumps his digit in and out.
He suddenly breaks away, his voice raspy as he says, “I need to taste you.”
With his hands around my waist, he hauls me up so that my sex is right over his face. I reach for the wrought iron bedframe in front of me to hold myself up then gasp at the unexpected rip of my panties.
“I’ll buy you another pair. Hell, I’ll buy you fifty.”
The torn lace hangs from my hips as he parts my slit and spears his tongue inside me, lapping and moaning.
I lift my head and arch my back as unbelievable ecstasy infuses my body.
Never before have I felt such intense pleasure nor been so uninhibited, and the power this man has over me is bewildering yet exciting.
I cry out as Xander sucks my clit into his mouth just as he pushes his finger inside me again.
My body is so revved up I know it won’t take long to come as I rock and gyrate above him.
His efforts increase, and I let myself go, drowning in the sensations.
I happily succumb to his attentions and with one more pull on that sensitive nub, I fracture.
Power rushes through me, out of me, and I scream his name while my body quakes.
My hands have a death grip around the iron bars, and with Xander’s hand returning to my hips, I manage to keep from collapsing on top of him as the orgasm has its way with me.
Small aftershocks zip through me even as my body begins to relax, and I nearly go limp.
Xander shifts me once again then rolls so we’re on our sides.
He kisses me, slowly, tenderly, coaxing a purr out of me and a strong desire to curl up against him and sleep.
But I won’t. I won’t deny him his release and I won’t deny myself more pleasure at having his cock inside me.
“Get naked,” I whisper against his mouth.
“Yes, ma’am.” He winks and pulls away to stand, removing his clothes as I sit and watch. Once again, I’m amazed at his form, his gorgeous body, and the fact that I’m sharing his bed.
“You’re a marvel,” I say.
“Just paint me green and call me the Incredible Hulk.”
I laugh as I shake my head, scooting to the edge of the bed. “I meant you’re a wonder. Marvelous. Sexy. And I’m a lucky woman.”
I slide down to the floor onto my knees, surprising Xander as I wrap my hands around his thick cock, lifting it to my mouth. I swipe my tongue across the head, licking at the moisture and humming with pleasure.
“Michelle.” He groans as he threads his fingers into my hair.
I open my mouth and seal my lips around his erection, sucking and pumping with vigor.
I swallow the beads of cum that escape, delighting in the salty, creamy taste.
My enthusiasm increases when he growls and bucks, his fingers tightening slightly in my hair.
I’m almost positive he’s battling with restraint as his muscles tense and he groans even more.
“Fuck,” he draws out. “Your mouth on my cock feels so damn good.”
I squeeze my fist tighter around him as I flick my tongue repeatedly around the bulbous head, coaxing more cum from his slit. Just as I’m about to swallow him again, Xander pulls away, gasping.
“Need you,” he manages to say as he lifts me from the floor and deposits me on the bed.
He crawls across me, supporting himself on his hands and knees as his cock hangs long and thick between his legs.
I loop my arms around his neck then open for him, wrapping my legs around his waist so he’s pressing against my slickened sex.
“I’m the lucky one.” He lowers himself just enough to kiss me then pulls back slightly in order to say, “Put my cock inside your pussy.”
A soft whimper escapes me. Who knew dirty talk would be such a damn turn-on?
I wrap my hand around him and guide his erection to my opening. He slides in, slow and steady until he’s fully seated. I close my eyes and arch my back as I tighten around him, loving the feel of him deep inside me.
“Fuck, yes.”