Page 119 of The Keeper

I couldn’t get enough of the intense pressure and fullness when he filled and stretched me. Feeling the fabric of his clothes beneath my thighs and ass set off a delicious wave of pleasure as I rocked my hips.

“What do you want to happen next, Victoria?” he asked, thrusting into me.

“I want us to be so much more than casual,” I admitted, digging my fingers into his shoulders. My innermost thoughts tumbled out of my mouth, uninhibited. “I don’t want this to ever stop. I want to let you in. I want to know everything about you. Everything. I…I want to be with you every day. Laughing and talking and fucking and living. Really living.”

Tears streamed down my face. I stopped talking because if I continued I’d say something much too real. Even with him like this, kissing me and caressing me and thrusting into me, I couldn’t say it. It was much too soon, not to mention foolish.

“I’ll give you all of it,” he told me, repositioning us so I was on my back. He pushed into me with hard, deep, determined thrusts. “All of it and more.”

His fingers found my clit and it only took several rough strokes before I fell apart beneath him. Writhing and coming and falling, falling, falling so hard.

Victoria

“We should talk now,” Xavier said, sounding a little chagrined.

He stood shirtless in my kitchen, wearing only his boxer briefs. I currently wore his shirt, and his jeans lay rolled up in a ball on the floor. Round two was much more naked than round one.

He looked thoroughly fucked in the best way as he grabbed two bottles of water from the fridge.

“Okay.” I looked up at him when he handed me the water. “Let’s talk.”

For some odd reason Bennet’s voice scolding me about limits flooded my head. Not quite what I wanted knocking around in my brain after what I’d just experienced.

But, yeah. Limits.

“Um.” Xavier ran a hand through his hair, rubbing it back and forth. “I wanted to do this before we, uh, well, before.”

I smiled. “Are you nervous, Maddox?”

“Nooo,” he over-enunciated the word as he sat down. “I want to do this right. And I don’t want there to be any misunderstandings or confusion.”

“I’m listening,” I said, sipping the water.

“The dinner you went to the other night,” he started. “I wanted—“

“You were vetting me,” I interrupted. “Or Bennet was on your behalf.”

His mouth dropped open in surprise. “Well, sort of.” He tilted his head. “Did it upset you?”

“Not really,” I shrugged. “I didn’t enjoy it but I figured you had your reasons. The biggest one being the way I left you and what I said.”

Maybe it was better we had all the sex before this conversation. I felt notably relaxed and zen with a clear head.

“Do you want to take the lead on this?” An eyebrow went up.

“No. Sorry. I’m listening.”

“Mmhmm. Listen quietly, love, unless I ask a direct question.” His gentle command sounded so damn sexy wrapped in his English accent.

I only grinned in response.

He remained quiet for a long minute, looking down at his hands. It took an abundance of restraint for me not to reach out and touch him.

“Do you use rough sex as a way to punish yourself for how you feel about what happened to your sister?”

I froze. He stared at me with those sharp sapphire eyes, piercing through all the flimsy layers I use to protect myself.

“No.” My voice cracked. I cleared my throat and tried again. “No,” I answered in a firmer tone. “Why would you ask me that?”

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