Chapter 31 #2
I’ll take whatever you’re willing to give me was written in his eyes.
The expression paired with his spoken and unspoken words only made the knot inside of me grow tighter. Why didn’t he push me away? Why didn’t he turn his back on me with a declaration that I was too much? Why when I lashed out did he only pull me closer?
The tears burning through my eyes finally slipped out as I glared at him and growled through gritted teeth, “I hate you.”
He nodded as though he expected as much. “Show me. Show me how much you hate me.”
I grabbed his face with both hands and crushed our mouths together.
The kiss was messy, rushed, and sloppy, much like my turbulent mind.
Past demons were trying to steal the moments I got to share with this one, and if I pushed him away right now, they’d win.
Again. I was tired of letting the nightmare win, of letting it rip joy right out of my grappling grip.
Not this time.
Not right now.
I could pay the consequences later, and I would. I’d relive a neverending nightmare, make myself sick with panic, and run away from the only good thing in my life to ensure it stayed preserved.
But all that could come later.
Xander groaned into my mouth as I deepened the kiss and rolled my nearly naked body against him. His fingertips dug into my ass, and he backed up until his legs hit the bed. He sat down, shifting his hold on me so that I straddled him.
I liked this position. I liked feeling every hard inch of him beneath my touch. With that thought, I pushed on his chest to force him onto his back. He obediently stretched out beneath me, and I sat atop him while taking in the sight of him under me.
“I like you like this,” I declared.
He chuckled as his attention fell on my bare, tattooed chest. “I like this fucking view.”
My skin heated. A confidence unlike any other followed.
I tilted my head to make my dark hair fall over my shoulder behind me while placing my hands on his abdomen near where I straddled.
I dragged my nails firmly yet lightly beneath his shirt and up his hard torso.
He groaned and shivered slightly beneath me, which only spurred the hunger gnawing at me.
“Enjoy the view while you can,” I taunted him as I tugged his shirt off. I drank in his ripped body and the dark upside down crosses inked into his flesh. “Because this will be the last time you see it.”
My biting words only made him smirk. He reached up to squeeze my breasts and roll the beaded nipple between his fingers. “In that case, I hope you’re prepared for a sleepless night.”
I nearly moaned from the combination of him caressing my flesh and the mental image of what the two of us could get caught up in with a handful of hours at our disposal. I was inexperienced, yet my head ran wild with the possibilities, the first of which I was far too eager to start.
I grabbed his wrists and pulled them away as I got to my feet between his legs.
He propped up on his elbows to watch me step out of my panties.
His gaze made a slow sweep of my naked skin, but I was too busy pulling his pants and boxers off to pay attention to his reaction to me.
The minute the clothes reached midthigh, his long, hard cock sprang free.
My mouth watered. I dropped his clothes and fisted his shaft, which earned me a rough grunt.
Spurred on by the sound and my insatiable lust for this man, I leaned my head down and ran my tongue along the tip.
“Shit,” he growled while watching me from where he was still propped up.
I never expected to like the feel of a dick on my tongue, yet here I was, wrapping my mouth around it and bobbing my head up and down to get as much of him into my mouth as I could. I wanted more. Every inch. As deep as he could go.
I released him with a wet pop. Breathlessly, I met his eyes and climbed back onto the bed to straddle him. The memory of his fullness seated inside of me last night was fresh, and I needed him there again.
I rose onto my knees and reached down to hold his dick at the angle I needed to sit on it. Before I could, Xander grabbed my upper arms and yanked me down. I collapsed onto his chest while his dick twitched against my ass.
“I love the enthusiasm,” he purred.
He wrapped an arm around my back, pinning me in place against him while the other trailed featherlight down my back and along the curve of my ass.
His fingernails shortened on his trek down my body until those fingers reached my wet pussy.
The tips glided in a circular motion around the edge of my entrance.
I gasped against the blankets over his shoulder as my body shook in his firm hold.
“Hell, you’re so wet. Still, you need more prep before you can just stick me in like that. I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”