Page 44 of Guarded from Danger

Enough hesitating. Enough second-guessing. I love Xavier, and I want to be with him.

My smile pulls into a grin as I whip off my shirt and drop it on the floor beside me.

Xavier’s eyes go wide. “Um.” It takes him a moment to drag his gaze from my bare breasts. “What did you have in mind?”

As I wriggle out of my yoga pants, I say, “Trying out that chair. I think we could definitely both fit on it.”

He glances over at it, assessing. “Yes. I think we could.”

“Then—” My lacy panties join my pants and shirt on the floor. “Maybe we could test it out?”

“Luce. Are you sure?”

My heart jumps. “Do you want to have sex with me? I thought… but if you’ve changed your mind…”

“Fuck, yes.” Xavier lifts me into his arms, and my legs wrap around his waist. He dips his head, capturing my lips in a hungry, demanding kiss. When he pulls away, his eyes are dark with need. “I didn’t want to rush you. But yes. God, yes. I want you. So badly it’s hard to breathe.”

Relief sweeps through me, and the last of my worry drops away. “Good. Because I want you, too. I want to feel you inside me again.”

“Oh, gorgeous.” In a blink, we’re at the chair. Holding me with one arm—which is so sexy I can barely stand it—he swipes the blanket off the back of the chair and spreads it out across it. “I don’t want to mess up your new chair,” he explains before setting me down on top of it.

“No. We wouldn’t want that,” I breathe, my lungs tight as I watch him peel off his clothes.

Andoh.

It’s not like I haven’t seen Xavier naked before. But every time, there’s still a moment of disbelief that this perfect man is mine.

His chest is a broad expanse of golden skin dusted with dark hair trailing down below his waist. Thickly muscled, but not the bulky, bodybuilder kind—the sort that come from hours of cross training and thousands of pushups and sparring several times a week. His stomach is flat with an actual eight-pack, which I didn’t think was possible until I saw Xavier with his shirt off for the first time.

And his legs. I never thought much about a man’s legs before, whether they were sexy or not. But they definitely are, with strong calves and thighs that can run for miles without tiring and carry me effortlessly.

“You like what you see?” Xavier asks with a quirked smile.

“You know I do.” And I lean back in the chair, spreading my legs slightly. “What about me? Do you?—”

“Yes, Lucy.” It’s nearly a growl. As he leans over me, he says roughly, “I think you’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen. Your breasts—” He takes one nipple in his mouth, sucking and laving before releasing it with a little pop.

Then he does the same to my other breast, not stopping until both my nipples are taut rosy peaks.

As he kisses his way down my abdomen, he pauses to meet my gaze. “I love how soft your skin is. And your adorable belly button. And these little freckles right here.” He kisses the four freckles just above my right hip, the ones he says look like a little diamond. “I love these freckles.”

Need is coiling inside me, this insistent pressure building. My womb clutches at nothing, desperate to be filled.

“Xavier. Oh?—”

Now he’s between my legs, his tongue doing the most incredible things.

My legs fall open as he suckles my swollen bud, pleasure streaking straight to my center.

Then he plunges one finger inside me, and I moan at the sensation, at the slide of his finger against my slick inner walls.

“Fuck, Luce. You feel so good,” he groans. “I can’t wait?—”

“I want you.” Touching Xavier’s shoulder, I draw his attention. “This is amazing. But I want you. Inside me. It’s been so long. I just… I need you.”

Emotion tightens his features. “Sunshine. Whatever you want.”

And then he moves.

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