Page 83 of Recon Rendezvous

“I also wanted to give you this.” He holds out a pale pink gift box.

“I don’t know if you know this, Ms. Cameron, but you sparkle. Brighter and brighter each time I’m blessed to be near you. The way you blazed across the country and made each of my dreams come true… I’m not sure you know how special you are. I knew I could never offer you that. But I tried.” He gestures above us, and I glance up at the dark sky and all the stars shining down on us.

“Go ahead, open it.”

Pulling the sheet tighter to my chest, I lift the lid with shaky hands. Encased inside atop white tissue paper is a certificate in a heavy gold frame. My finger traces the gold script as I read and reread the paper. Closing the box softly, I move it to the side before meeting his gaze and the breath is sucked from my lungs as the intensity in his gaze flares through me.

“I bought you this star, so you’ll remember just how magnificently imposing you are. Majestic. You’re luminous, radiating strength and such a strong sense of self. You’re composed of fire and mettle. Steel and silk. All in the most sparkling package.”

I’m melting. He’s captured all of me in so few words and knowing me for such a short time. This is me speechless.

“Xan,” I finally whisper, grasping at his shoulders, but he comes to me all on his own, our lips meeting, quieting anything foolish that could fall from them because that was perfect. We come together and what I thought would be a fiery, passionate kiss, is instead a soft brush of lips, a sweep of his nose against mine, before he pulls back to meet my gaze. Those dark eyes gleam like onyx.

“Mine,” he says in a rough voice, strong as granite. And yes, I think I want to be. I give a little nod, and a flare of victory flashes in those dark eyes before he swoops in, claiming my mouth in a drugging kiss.

Gasping at the intensity, he delves deeper, tasting me, our tongues silky and warm as they glide and tangle together. I’ve never been kissed like this, so wholly, so deeply, I had no idea I could feel like this, giving myself over to someone else. And now that I’ve had it, I want more, I want it all. I never want it to end.

“Please,” I mumble against his lips. “I need more.”

“What do you need, baby? Tell me and I’ll give it to you. I’ll give you whatever the fuck you want. Always.”

I roll over, and he groans.

“There she is. Is my perfect little slut offering up cake? You know I’m weak for it. I’ll devour you all night.”

The tremor that runs through me would have embarrassed me before. I don’t know if I get off on being a dirty girl, just for him. It’s not just the awe in his voice, but the appreciation and reverence in his touch that hits me square in the chest.

Waking in Xander’s arms, I breathe a sigh of pure contentment. Before him, it had been too long since I'd been held, where I felt comfort as pure as this. Pulling him closer to me, snuggling in as close as I can get, my nose goes to his armpit, then his chest, and there it is. He always smells so good, like citrus and sandalwood, and that hint of chlorine I’ve come to love, and even though we showered last night, he smells like us. It's so fucking intoxicating. I can't help but take another whiff, filling my lungs, praying I’ll always remember this moment.

The movie has long ended, the screen illuminating the darkness around us. I have no idea of the time, and it should be freaky to be sleeping in this huge bed in the middle of nowhere, but everything about this beautifully appointed bed in the woods screams of a whimsical romance.

But the sun will rise soon enough and there's just something I need from him. Stretching up, I kiss along his stubbled jaw, and below his ear, and I can’t resist biting into his lobe, making him groan.

“London,” he mumbles.

That rasp in his sleepy voice shoots heat through me. Stretching to reach his pink lips, I nip and tease, my blood pumping warm through my veins when he pulls me closer fitting his body even tighter to mine. My tongue dances along his lip,begging, and he finally opens for me, his tongue meeting mine with the same teasing movements. My heart flips over with a laugh. Even half asleep he's so sexy, so perfectly rumpled, his stubble darker, and I’ve never been needier.

And so, I do the only thing I can think of, the only thing that will quell the raging fire wreaking havoc within me. Grabbing his beautifully wide shoulders, I pull him to me, needing more, needing to feel his weight on top of me. I need him.

He comes willingly, his eyes never opening as he rests, cradled between my thighs, that devilish tongue still giving me so much pleasure sliding in and out of my mouth, sucking my tongue, and I’m a quivering wet mess.

Tilting my hips up, I thrust against him until I find the wide head of his dick. The moans that leave us both are obscene as it slides over my pussy.

Fucking hell.My eyes slam shut. This, him, everything, feels so damn good, so I do it again and again until my pussy clenches, seeking more, my hole begging to be stretched and filled. I’m so wet for him, as he slides his long, thick dick back and forth, sending sparks of electricity through me. I could come just from this, but I’m already throbbing for more.

With a rake of my nails down his back, Xander’s entire body jolts, and then he’s there, where I need him. The head of his dick kissing my hole before he thrusts, sliding that perfect dick in balls deep and I cry out into his mouth, gripping him so hard my knuckles crack, as he trembles above me.

“Xander,” I whimper, my eyes rolling back as pleasure and pain zing through me. But I don’t want him to stop. He feels so damn good slowly sliding in and out of me. Skin to skin. Every vein. Every pulse sends pleasure through me.

His answering groan as I rock slowly with him almost sends me over the edge and I want to come all over him. But it's whenhis mouth meets my neck, kissing and licking and biting, that I could practically float away.

“Xander,” I call out. “You… I... but, Xan… you feel so good… I’m so fucking full,” I whisper, “but… no condom.” I don’t want him to stop. I’ve never gone without a condom with anyone, but I want to make sure he’s awake and aware enough to make this decision with me.

His eyes shoot open, meeting mine as he realizes he's bare inside of me. But he doesn't stop moving like I expected he would. He doesn’t pull away. No, instead, something flares in those eyes, dark as midnight as they hold mine.

“Good.” His thrusts increase. “I’ve wanted to be inside you like this, raw, since the first time I saw you. That first time,” he says, rolling his hips. “I could think of nothing else but pulling that condom off and coming inside you. Filling you, keeping you full, holding my cum deep inside, pushing it even deeper. I’ve wanted nothing more for months,” he groans with another thrust.

My hand goes to his hair and I tug. His words planting the seeds, and I need the filthy fun he’s promised.

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