Page 67 of Wild Promises

"I don't know Xander well otherwise. You have to follow your instincts. What is your intuition telling you?"

I sighed. "To give him some time."

"Then do that." A gust of wind flew through, and Noelle wrapped her thin jacket around her frame. I shouldn't have made her stand outside like this in the cold. I didn't realize how threadbare her jacket was. "Get inside and turn on the heat."

Noelle hugged me, then got into her car. It made a straining noise, but the engine turned over, and I hoped there wasn't anything majorly wrong with it. She worked so hard, and she deserved a break. I wasn't sure I would have made the same sacrifices that she did. I had a newfound respect for my childhood friend. She was tougher than she thought.

I walked home, lugging my now-heavy bags. Inside, I got to work, covering the couch and bed with the new additions, then planned where to hang the paintings I'd ordered. One could goover the fireplace and the second in the bedroom. I hoped I wasn't being too presumptuous by decorating.

While I was staring at the empty wall, the door opened.

"Honey, I'm home," Xander teased from the doorway.

"I don't have dinner cooking for you, but I did get some pillows to brighten the place." Then I held my breath hoping I hadn't overstepped.

Xander toed off his booths and hung his jacket on the hook, then turned to survey the living room. "Pillows? And a blanket?"

I ran a hand over the soft fur of the blue blanket. "Yeah, what do you think?"

He stepped close. "I think I'd like to fuck you on this blanket in front of the fire."

I gasped a little at his dirty words but quickly recovered. "I think that can be arranged."

He placed his hands on my hips and pulled me into him. "I missed you."

I hooked my wrists around his neck. "I missed you too."

"I couldn't stop thinking about you."

I touched the hair on his nape, feeling him harden against my stomach. "Did you think about how you'd like to fuck me when you came home?"

His lips quirked. "You have a dirty mouth on you."

"But you like it." I pulled on his neck to lower his lips to mine and he said, "I do," just before they touched.

The kiss was needy and insistent. Hehadbeen thinking about this all day. For the moment, that made the niggling doubt disappear. I could give Xander more time. He wasn't used to being in a serious relationship, and we'd jumped into this. We had time to sort this out.

Xander pulled back, grabbing the throw and laying it on the floor in front of the fire. "Is this what you imagined when you bought it?"

I chuckled. "Not at all. But it is soft to the touch."

"Good. Because you're going to be naked in a few seconds, and I'm going to be devouring my favorite meal."

If I wasn't wet before, I was now. With trembling hands, I pulled my sweater over my head and unhooked my bra. I was eager to get naked and let him have his way with me. I was a little sore from last night, but it was a good pain. I couldn't wait to feel him inside me again.

The cool air drifted over my nipples, making them harden with more than anticipation.

"I can't get over how beautiful you are." His voice was low, the frequency striking a chord with my heart.

His words never failed to fill me with confidence, while Hugh had treated me with indifference. I felt adored for the first time in my life. "You're not so bad yourself."

Xander pulled his fleece over his head, then his T-shirt, while I pulled his pants down with his briefs. His cock bobbed out, hard and purple. I gripped the base, needing to taste him. I dropped to my knees on the blanket, relishing in the soft cushion as I licked the tip.

Xander growled. "I like the way you think, but that's not what I had in mind. Get on your back."

With a grin, I let go of him and shoved my jeans and panties off before finally laying back. I spread my legs for him. And then my mouth went dry when he gripped his dick and tugged. I'd never seen a man touch himself like that. It was hot.

He tugged a second time, and I whimpered.

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