Page 45 of Guarded from Danger

He notches himself between my legs, thick and hot and damp with excitement. As I guide him inside me, I stroke his velvety skin, loving the feel of him swelling in my hand.

“Lucy, I don’t know how long… I want you so badly.”

“I don’t care.” Holding his gaze, I show him everything I’m feeling. The desire. Trust. Love. “I just want to be with you.”

“Fuck, Luce.”

He tries to go slow, but I’m not having it. Not this time. Later can be slow and tender. Right now, I need Xavier more than anything.

So I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him against me, taking him completely.

It’s always a tight fit, but after weeks without, I can’t help a tiny grunt of surprise from escaping.

He freezes deep inside me and grits out, “Lucy. I didn’t want to hurt you.”

“You’re not.” As I rotate my hips, I feel my body relaxing around him, instinctively accepting what he’s offering. “I was just tight at first. But it’s good. Better than good. It’s perfect.”

And it is.

The way he moves inside me, first in slow thrusts, bottoming out each time, my inner walls quivering around him.

And then faster, his biceps flexing as he braces himself above me, a light sheen of perspiration glistening on his skin.

I’m clutching his shoulders, my nails digging in, but he doesn’t mind the slight sting of pain. He calls the marks I leave behind his little tiger scratches, always with this pleased expression, like he’s proud to be wearing them.

“Luce. You feel so damn good.” Another thrust, impossibly deeper than before, and this intense wave of ecstasy comes rushing up on me.

I’m so close, my muscles tightening in anticipation.

In a sultry voice that comes out only when we’re having sex, I plead, “Xavier, I need?—”

And then he lifts my hips, changing the angle so he hitsthat spot, the one I write about in my books but never thought was real until I met Xavier.

Another plunge, the deepest yet, and I rocket into space. Stars burst to life around me, and flashes of white light splash across my vision. My inner muscles clench around him, holding him inside me.

“Oh, Luce?—”

Xavier thrusts once, twice, and on the third, he stiffens, letting out a low groan as he thickens and pulses inside me. The tendons in his neck go taut as he arches his head back, his eyes closed and cheeks ruddy with pleasure.

For a second, I just stare at him, memorizing every centimeter of his handsome features. Memorizing this moment I came so close to losing. Reveling in this connection that’s not just as good as before, but better.

Once we’re cleaned up, we snuggle in the chair together, with Xavier holding me in his lap. He strokes my hair away from my face, then kisses me on my forehead, my cheeks, and finally my lips. Then he pulls away to look at me, a depth of emotion in his gaze.

After a long pause, he says, “Thank you, Lucy.”

“For what?”

He cups my cheek, his thumb brushing feather-light across my skin. “For giving me a chance. In the bookstore. You were the first woman I… I just knew I wanted to spend more time with you.”

“I knew, too.”

Voice thick, he adds, “And thank you for waiting for me. For believing I’d find you.”

Oh.

“Xavier. I always knew you would.”

CHAPTER TWELVE

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