Page 64 of Guarded from Danger

As he cups my breasts, thumbing my nipples through the sheer fabric of my bra, I reach for his waistband, making quick work of the button and zipper.

Xavier pulls my shirt off and tosses it to the side before lowering his head to my breast, taking my nipple in his mouth and suckling at it. He plumps my other breast, plucking and rolling the taut peak until I’m gasping at the pleasure of it.

“You’re so damn gorgeous,” he groans as he removes my bra. His gaze devours me, his eyes nearly black with need.

I reach into his pants, stroking his velvety hot skin, feeling him swell and harden in my hand. He’s slick with excitement, and I stroke the dampness the length of him, tracing my fingers along the veins and over the swollen tip.

“Fuck, Luce.” He jerks in my hand. “That feels?—”

But I add a little pressure and that little movement he loves, and he swallows the rest of his words.

A flush of color rises in his cheeks as he looks at me, his desire a visible thing.

One hand continues alternating between my breasts, while the other moves lower. Since I’m wearing shorts, he just reaches underneath them and strokes his finger along the damp fabric at the apex of my thighs. As my hips thrust towards him, he trails kisses down my neck, lingering at the sensitive spot just above my collarbone.

He sucks hard at my skin, then caresses the small pain away with his tongue. I’m sure he left a mark, and I like it, knowing there’s evidence of his passion, just like the tiger scratches are a mark of mine.

I’m on fire for him, desperate for his touch. I want to feel his hands all over me, on my stomach, my breasts, my legs, my thighs?—

Then Xavier peels my shorts off, leaving me in only my panties, dark with the proof of my arousal. He rises from the couch, then drops to his knees and turns me so he’s between my legs, draping them over his shoulders.

I lie back against the cushions, watching as he dips his head between my thighs, his gaze meeting mine for a moment.

If I ever had a doubt about his feelings for me, it would be impossible now.

It’s all there. The desire. Trust. Love. Devotion.

This man would do anything for me.

My head falls back as he sucks on my sensitive bud, flicking at it, and it’s all too much—the sensation of his tongue and beard against the slick fabric, the stroke of his tongue, and then…

He pushes the fabric aside and plunges a finger inside me.

I let out this guttural noise that’s half moan, half whimper, and I feel myself tightening around him.

“You always feel so good,” Xavier murmurs. “So perfect.”

As he adds a second finger to the first, pumping them steadily inside me, my pleasure builds, blossoming into a wave of ecstasy about to crest.

But I can’t take my eyes off Xavier. Off this perfect man who always puts his own needs aside in favor of mine. Off the most gorgeous and thoughtful man that by some miracle, decided he wanted to be mine.

And as wonderful as what he’s doing is, it’s not enough. I need to feel all of him inside me.

Now.

So I pull away from him, wriggling out of the last of my clothes, and tell him with a hint of command, “I want everything off. Now.”

A glint catches his eyes, and his lips quirk up. “Oh, yeah?”

“Yes.” I pin him with my gaze. “You have entirely too many clothes still on. We need to fix that.”

“Well. If you say so.” And in one fluid move, Xavier whips off his shirt, sending several buttons flying. Then he stands and strips off his pants, leaving him naked before me.

“Going commando?” I ask with a tiny smirk.

He grins. “I wanted to be ready for all the ravishing.”

I gesture for him to join me on the couch. “What are you waiting for, then?”

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