by Lexi Lawton
“Xander…”
“You’re mine, Ky.” He stood, lifting the hem of her shirt as he did, pulling it off over her head. “Completely.”
Chapter Thirty-Two
Xander sucked in a breath at the sight of her bare breasts. He licked his lips and tried to slow his racing heart, but he was afraid nothing he did would calm him. This moment had been a long time coming, and now that they were finally here, he wanted to devour her, but he owed it to her—to both of them—to take things slow.
His hands trembled against her silky-smooth skin as he watched the path they took from her waist up her stomach and over her ribs. Christ, he’d never been this nervous, this aware before. In the past, it was always about getting off, but not now, not with Kylie. He wanted to show her how much she meant to him, show her how committed he was to only her.
He rubbed his thumbs across her nipples, groaning when they hardened beneath his touch. She sucked in a sharp breath, the sound both encouraging him and giving him pause. It wasn’t like he hadn’t touched her breasts before. Hell, he’d had her nipples in his mouth just last night. But knowing what he had planned, knowing he was about to do things to her no other man had, made every touch special. Crucial. He had to make sure tonight was perfect for her. He’d never forgive himself if he fucked this up.
Her hands were hesitant on his biceps as she stared at him, so much desire and wonder in her eyes. Lowering his head, he found her lips and kissed her deeply, his hands snaking around to her back and pulling her closer. He groaned the instant her breasts pressed against his bare chest, teasing him with the promise of what was to come.
“Xander,” she said breathlessly, his name an erotic plea. “Is this really happening?”
“Yes.” He scooped her up into his arms, turned, and laid her on the bed. He brought his body over hers, holding himself above her, his weight in his arms. “I’m going to make love to you, Ky.” He gave her lips a quick, tender kiss. His arms trembled with the effort of holding himself up, or maybe it was anticipation making his muscles weak and shaky. “If you’ll let me.”
She sighed, the barely audible sound shooting through him, branding him to his core. Teasing her mouth with an almost-kiss, brushing his tongue lightly over her lips, he lowered his body. She was all soft curves and warm skin. Pliant. Eager. She was everything he never realized he wanted, the missing piece to the messy puzzle his life had become.
She took his face in her hands. “I swear to God, Xander, if you stop for any reason, I’m likely to kill you.”
He chuckled. “You say that now. Give me an hour or so. You’ll be begging me to stop.” With a wink, he moved his mouth to her neck—her long, slender neck, which he’d watched her rub during their many late-night study sessions, tempting him to kiss the tender flesh so he could listen to her soft sighs of pleasure.
Moaning, she tilted her head, granting him full access, her fingers threading through his hair again. His heart thundered in his ears, his entire body electrified, and he closed his eyes, humming with contentment as he kissed and licked the indentation of her throat. Her rapid pulse thumped against his mouth, spurring him on, testing his already waning patience.
He’d been with a lot of women, more than he ever wanted to admit to her, but he had never made love before. He’d never taken his time, never wanted to worship a woman’s body like he wanted to with hers. In a way, tonight was a first for them both, something special only the two of them would ever share.
Moving down her body, he peppered her collarbone with heated kisses, his breath ragged. “I’m going to kiss every inch of your body, Ky.” He closed his mouth around her nipple, flicking his tongue over the hardened tip. “So sweet.” Rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, he moved his mouth to her other breast.
“Oh God.” Her voice was raspy. She arched her back, and he used the opportunity to slip his hands under her body, pulling her closer as he dragged his mouth up her chest, savoring the smoothness of the valley between her breasts, of her thunderous heart beating against him. And then his mouth was back on hers, pouring every ounce of passion he had into his kiss, letting the deep emotion flow from him to her.
Pulling away from her lips, he gazed down at her. The hazy look in her eyes stole his breath, and his head swam with the reality of the current situation. He was moments away from receiving the most precious gift she had to give. How the hell did he get so damn lucky?
“You have to tell me if it hurts, or if I do something you don’t like.” He smoothed the hair from her face. “Promise me.”
“I promise.” She nodded and licked her lips.
He lifted himself off her and moved so he was kneeling between her parted legs. He curled his fingers into the waistband of her shorts and gently tugged them over her hips and down her legs until they were off. Then he tossed them to the floor. Her creamy white skin called to him, begged him to touch it, to make it blush.
“You’re absolutely gorgeous,” he said, gently dragging his fingers up the length of her legs, smiling when goose bumps erupted on her skin.
Propping herself up on her elbows, she lifted a brow. “Are we going to do this or what?”
He laughed, placing his hands on the bed on either side of her hips so they were face-to-face. “Someone’s a little eager, huh?”
Her lips twitched, and then she smiled. “Well, in my defense, I have been waiting a long time for this.”
“For what? Sex? Or me?”
Her head tilted slightly, her smile morphing from playful to serious. “They’re one in the same. All of this”—she lifted her forearms and waved her hands to indicate the room—“is great and so super sweet, but all that matters is you. I didn’t care where I was when this happened, so long as I was with you.”
“Ky.” His voice was strangled. If he weren’t already on his knees, at her mercy, he would’ve been after that. He swallowed hard, wondering if he could live up to her expectations.
“I want to make love with you, Xander. Tonight. Right now.”
He silenced her with a kiss strong enough to press her flat on her back again, and he settled between her legs. The damp heat from her sex ignited his need to an unmanageable level, electrifying his limbs until they were numb and tingling. Whatever plans he had to prolong this disappeared. He pushed his hips forward, letting her feel his erection.
Her eyes widened, and she let out a small gasp as she trailed her fingernails down his back until she reached the waistband of his boxers. “It’s really not fair you’ve still got these on.”
Chuckling, he climbed off her and stood beside the bed. He hooked his thumbs into his boxers, intent on taking them off when she abruptly sat up. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and grabbed his hands.
“Let me,” she whispered, looking up at him.
He didn’t think his heart could race any faster, or that his anticipation could become any greater, but the moment her delicate fingers slid inside his boxers, her nails gently scraping over his thighs as she tugged them down, his knees became rubbery, and he had to concentrate on not falling over. It took every ounce of self-control he had not to shove her on the bed and ravage her. When his boxers fell to his ankles, he kicked them off.
She exhaled, her warm breath blowing over his hard cock. And then she wrapped her hand around his shaft.
“Fuck.” He breathed out roughly, his eyes wide as he watched her work her hand up and down his length, her palm circling his head. There was no way he’d survive letting her touch him for too long. His balls were already tight with the need for release.
“Baby.” He took her face into his hands, his fingers threading through her hair, and then he kissed her, nipping at her bottom lip while she continued to stroke him. Unable to stop himself, he pushed against her hand and moaned. “God, Ky, that feels incredible.” His mind and body were seconds away from exploding. “But you keep doing that, and this is going to be over before it ever starts.”
She smiled against hi
s lips, then released him. He gasped at the sudden lack of contact. “We wouldn’t want that, now would we?” With her gaze trained on his, that devastating seductive sparkle in her eyes, she scooted away from him until she was lying in the middle of the bed.
Xander drew a deep breath. Damn, the sight of her naked on his bed, waiting for him, stole his ability to think. It was then it hit him—she was his. And she fucking owned him. Body, heart, soul. Their conversation from last night rushed through his mind, and his head spun. She wielded the power to destroy him, and she didn’t even know it. That sudden knowledge was like taking a wrecking ball to the gut. He stumbled back half a step, fighting for breath.
“Xander?” She propped herself up on her elbows. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah.” He smiled, retrieved a condom from the headboard where he’d stashed them earlier, and then climbed onto the bed. She reached for him, and he kissed her, the passion between them building with each flick of their tongues. Each soft moan was like gasoline on an already raging fire.
Reluctantly, he left her mouth and resumed kissing his way down her body. He pressed his lips to her belly button, then gripped her thighs, spreading her legs wider. She tensed, and he glanced up at her. “Relax, Ky. I promise I won’t hurt you.”
“I know you won’t,” she whispered. “It’s just… I’m a little nervous.”
So much innocence in her words and her actions. He really didn’t deserve someone so honest, so pure, but he’d be damned if he was ever going to let her go. “Trust me, okay?”
When she nodded, he lowered his head and placed a kiss to her mound. She sucked in a sharp breath, her body once again tensing. He knew she was scared, but he was desperate to show her how good this could be, almost as desperate as he was to prove to himself that he could be gentle, that he could focus on someone’s pleasure other than his own. They both needed this.
Massaging her thighs, he took his time, waiting for her to relax. When she did, he spread her lips with his thumbs and licked up her folds, sucking gently on her clit. She was sugary sweet, so richly decadent it made his teeth ache for more. The knowledge that he was the first, the only man to ever do this to her was surreal.
“You taste incredible.” He plunged his tongue inside her and then dragged it back up her folds.
“Ohmygod!” The words were a jumbled whoosh of breath. She fisted the bed sheets and moaned loudly. “Xander,” she gasped. “Yes!”
The sound of his name on her lips, the taste of her on his tongue, the feel of her legs draped over his shoulders… He groaned. He couldn’t wait any longer. He needed to be inside her, to finally claim her in the way he’d wanted to since first meeting her. Dragging his mouth up her body, teasing her nipples, he snatched the condom and tore it open. He’d never put a condom on so fast in his life.
He settled between her legs, smoothed the hair from her forehead, and kissed her. She met his lips eagerly, her body arching into him, and she slid her foot up his leg so her knee was bent, resting lightly against his hip. His eyes rolled into the back of his head at the memory of the last time she’d done that—the time he’d kissed her in the hotel hallway. Despite the circumstances, that was the hottest kiss of his life.
He nipped at her lips, loving the way her eyelids fluttered. He rested his forearm alongside her head and put his free hand on her bent knee, caressing the back of her thigh until his palm found her round, firm ass. He pulled her closer, and she hooked her leg around his. “You still sure you want to do this?”
“Do you?” she asked.
“I’ve never wanted anything more.”
“Me, either.” She chuckled. Her soft laughter quickly turned to a whimper when he entered her. He froze and looked down at her—face scrunched up, eyes squeezed shut, and bottom lip tucked between her teeth. He’d barely gotten his cock inside her. A wave of panic and self-doubt hit him. What if he couldn’t do this without hurting her? What if she didn’t like it and decided she never wanted to do it again?
“Are you okay?” he asked. He’d started to pull out, to ease her pain, when she tightened her leg around him.
“Yes.” She nodded. “Don’t stop.”
Inch by agonizing inch, Xander pushed into her. Shit, she was so fucking tight. He knew she would be, but he didn’t expect her to feel like a vice, gripping him painfully. If this was how it felt to him, he couldn’t imagine how it must be for her. He stilled, allowing her body to adjust to him.
“God, Ky, you feel like heaven.” He slowly withdrew, then slowly slid back into her, watching her face carefully for any signs of pain. But there was nothing but pleasure in her expression. Still, he kept his pace steady, easy.
Kylie hooked her other leg around him, holding him inside of her. She brought his mouth down to hers, her kiss hungry and frantic. Shit, the way she kissed him, combined with the raging desire inside him, made it really fucking hard to hold back when all he wanted to do was pound into her hard and fast until she screamed his name.
Each time their lips parted for a breath, she’d moan. And then she moved beneath him, lifting her hips to meet his shallow thrusts like she was trying to get him to snap, to lose control and give her all of him without mercy. Didn’t she realize she already had all of him? Every beat of his heart, every breath, every thought, every smile, every emotion he had was for her, and there was nothing in the world that would change that. Not now. Not tomorrow. Not in a million years. Because he knew, without a doubt, that he would go to his grave loving Kylie Quinn.
He’d always known she was special, different, but he hadn’t fully realized how far and deep she’d burrowed into his heart and soul. There was no turning back now, no denying what was between them. He wanted with Kylie what his brother had with Jules.
Unable to stop himself, he increased his speed, his thrusts becoming much more frantic. Harder. Deeper. She writhed beneath him, crying out. From pleasure or pain, he wasn’t sure, but he forced himself to slow down again.
Kylie groaned. “Don’t stop.” She shook her head. “You’re not going to break me.”
He put his hands on either side of her head, putting all his weight into his arms, and peered down at her, a single brow arched. “You sure?”
“Yes,” she whispered, a hint of frustration in her tone.
Leaning down, he captured her lips, and then he gave her exactly what she wanted. Their bodies moved together as one, him thrusting into her and her lifting her hips to meet him. He still wasn’t moving as hard or fast as he wanted, but it was mind blowing. Moaning, he slammed into her, the sound of their flesh coming together echoing around them.
Her legs fell off his, and she dug her heels into the mattress, pushing against him, driving him deeper inside of her. She cried his name and clung to him, her fingernails digging into his back. Sweat beaded on his brow, and he fought for breath. He swore he would go cross-eyed from how good she felt. The base of his spine started to tingle, and he gritted his teeth. He was going to come soon, but damn, he wanted to feel her release first.
Her inner walls clenched him tightly, and her entire body tensed moments before he felt her start to orgasm. “Xander…yes…” She panted, her words barely coherent.
He slipped his arms under her back and hugged her to him, holding her as she experienced her second orgasm. “I’ve got you, baby.” His own release wasn’t far behind, but no matter how hard he tried to hold it off, he couldn’t. He buried his face against her neck and crashed over the edge of physical bliss with her.
His cock jerked inside of her, his body trembling as much as hers was. They lay unmoving, fighting to catch their breath. He showered her neck with heated kisses, slowly making his way to her lips. “You all right?”
She sighed, a sexy smile pulling at her mouth. “I’ve never been better.” She ran her fingers through his hair and stroked the back of his neck, eliciting a deep groan from him. “That was amazing. Absolutely perfect.”
He grinned with triumph. “You’re perfect, Ky. Me, on t
he other hand, I’m a fucking idiot for waiting so long to make love to you.”
“I can’t really argue with you on that.”
He kissed the tip of her nose. “Ha. Funny girl.”
“Mmm, happy girl.” She wiggled closer to him.
“Yeah?” He smiled. Knowing she was happy made his heart swell. “Well, you’re going to be a lot happier when you see what I’ve got planned for you next.” He eased out of her, and she whined, her bottom lip stuck out in a sexy pout. He stood, took off the condom, and dropped it into the trash can near the bed.
“Don’t normal people usually cuddle after sex?”
“Oh, we are.” He winked, then headed toward the attached bathroom.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Kylie stared after him, thoroughly enjoying the view of his bare ass as he sauntered toward the bathroom with that sexy, confident swagger she’d grown accustomed to. Oh yeah. He was definitely worth the wait. He’d been so sweet and caring, overly concerned with her pleasure and making sure she was okay. She couldn’t have imagined anything more perfect. She stretched her arms over her head and wiggled her toes, unable to contain her smile. Even though it had hurt at first, it was a good hurt. The best hurt she’d ever felt, and she was an expert on hurt.
“Hey.” He peeked his head out of the bathroom. “You coming or what? Can’t really do this without you.”
She tilted her head. Was that water she heard running? Was he planning to shower with her? The thought alone was enough to have her jumping out of bed. He laughed, then disappeared back into the bathroom. She joined him to find the large, claw-foot tub filled with water and bubbles. Lots of bubbles.
