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Keeping a firm grip on her hair, my mouth moves to her neck as my other hand palms her breast.

She closes her eyes and lets out a moan.

“Fuck. That is the sexiest sound in the entire world.”

Her hand moves between our bodies, finding the large tent in the front of my pants. She gives it a squeeze before stroking me through the fabric.

Needing to taste her sweet lips, I release her hair. Our lips find each other once more. A jolt of electricity passes between us, igniting the lust burning inside.

Fuck, this is better than I ever expected, and it’s just a kiss. Imagine how explosive we would be if I were buried inside of her tight pussy.

She moans into my mouth as my fingers find her hard nipple.

I pick her up and carry her over to the nearest wall, pressing her back into the peeling paint.

She wraps her legs around my waist and pulls me in until my cock is nestled in her warmth.

Her kiss is hard and fast, like she can’t get enough. I kiss her back with equal fervor, needing to get my fill of her.

But I already know it’s never going to be enough.

Finally, when we are both breathless, I pull back. My chest heaves from the lack of oxygen.

Her face is flushed, and her lips are swollen. Her eyes are as dark as sapphires.

Damn, that was explosive, and I instantly regret it.

This impetuous kiss might have just complicated this mess even more.

Chapter Fifteen

BRIANNA

The smell of slightly burnt toast wafts into the bedroom, dragging me from my slumber.

It’s been five days since Xavier and I got here to the safe house. I’m bored, irritable, and horny as hell.

There’s nothing to do all day but play cards and stare at Xavier while I let my mind and body remember that incredible kiss.

He hasn’t said two words about it since, nor has he come close to me again. He keeps his distance and when I try to step close to him, he walks away.

We sit at opposite ends of the couch or across from each other at the dining table, but my hopes of repeating that kiss were snuffed out the second we broke apart to get air into our lungs.

Stretching, I get out of bed and follow the smell of food cooking. I stop in my tracks when my gaze lands on a shirtless Xavier cooking.

His back is to me, so I use this opportunity to let my gaze slowly take its fill of his corded muscles.

My gaze moves down his back to his firm ass.

His sweat pants hang dangerously low on his hips. I lick my lips as I remember how hard he was pressed against me.

“I was just about to-” His words cut off as he spins around. His heated gaze meets mine before dipping lower to my lips.

I suck my bottom lip between my teeth and bite down gently. His eyes darken as he watches my every movement.

Wanting to see how far I can push things, I bring my finger up to trail along my lower lip as I release it from between my teeth.

Trailing my hand down my neck, I pause as the tips of my fingers disappear under the V-neck shirt and rest on my cleavage.

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