Page 60 of Wild Promises

I wouldn't have any regrets or curiosity about what might have been. Because I was following my instincts now, and I wanted to know what it was like to be with him without the alcohol interfering with my memory.

This was real.I just had to keep telling myself that. This wasn't part of our arrangement or something to prove to someone else.

Then the nagging voice in the back of my mind reminded me that Xander had suggested the room as a way to get everyone talking about us. But that was an excuse, right?

His hand drifted down my shoulder, over the curve of my breast, and lower. "Are you wet?"

All my thoughts flew out of my head. "Why don't you find out?" I'd never been this open in a relationship, especially not during sex. But I felt like I could let go with Xander. Maybe because we'd been friends first. Xander had been searching for a friend to be with. Was that because I was the right woman all along?

His hand dipped under the lace of my panties and cupped my pussy. I rocked into his hand, needing more friction. I wanted his fingers. "Xan. I need you."

He dropped his forehead to mine. "I know you do. I'm gonna take good care of you."

"Yes, please."

Xander chuckled as he pulled my panties down my legs, and off. His fingers separated my folds, and he dipped one inside me.

I moaned, rocking into his touch, riding his finger. I needed more. I wanted more. Then he slipped in two fingers and lowered his mouth to my nipple. I wasn't going to last. He was still fully dressed while I was naked.

We hadn't even made it to the couch, much less the bedroom. What did this say about our connection? That it was piping hot, and I shouldn't walk away from an amazing experience. I'd never felt like this with any other guy.

The idea that it was our level of comfort together kept me in the moment and not obsessing over how we might destroy our friendship. My senses were heightened. This awareness I'd always had of him morphed into something so much bigger. Every touch, every kiss felt so much more intense than with anyone else.

I jerked as his thumb rubbed against my clit, his fingers thrusting inside me. I moaned as I let my head fall back.

Xander nipped at my jawline, kissing down my neck.

Was this because I was already in love with Xander? My easy breakup with Hugh had led me to think that we weren't in love,or maybe I'd fallen out of it. But now, I wondered if it was ever love at all. I didn't feel a tenth of what I felt for Xander for Hugh.

"Are you with me?" Xander's voice was gruff against my throat.

"Uh-huh."

"I only want you thinking of me. It's my hands on you."

"I'm here with you, Xander. I wouldn't want to be anywhere else."

"Damn right," Xander said as he picked up the pace of his fingers, rubbing my clit at the same time. The combination was too much. I was quickly barreling to the finish line. Then Xander bit my nipple lightly, soothing it with his tongue, and I cried out, my hips moving in time with this fingers. My walls contracted, setting off the most powerful orgasm I'd ever experienced.

"You're so beautiful when you come," Xander said softly, reverently, as he let me ride his fingers. I whimpered when he finally removed them and sucked my taste off of them.

I'd never seen anyone do that before. The guys I'd been with had been passable. But there was nothing memorable about the sexual experiences. No one made me wet just by thinking of them.

"I'm taking you to bed," Xander warned before he picked me up and stalked down the hallway to the bedroom. He threw me on the bed, watching me bounce as he ripped his shirt out of his pants and off his shoulders. His pants and briefs were next. Then he was naked, standing in front of me with miles of tan skin taut over well-honed muscles.

Hot.That was the only word I could use to describe him. Handsome wasn't enough. His body could have been chiseled from stone. It was obvious he took care of himself and was active. I felt soft in comparison.

I went up on my knees, my gaze drawn to his cock. I'd never had the opportunity to examine it, to feel it. His skin was hot to the touch.

He hissed when I squeezed him.

"You like that?" I asked softly, my gaze lifting to his.

"I'd like anything you do."

"Mmm. I love the sound of that." I lowered so I could lick the precum off the head, loving the salty taste in my mouth. I'd never felt so open or free with another sexual partner. I felt sexy and beautiful when I was with him.

I had no inhibitions or worries about my body. He clearly loved it, and he said he'd like anything I'd do. Eager to test that theory, I gripped the base and licked the underside of his shaft.

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