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AMELIA

In my bedroom I shut the door, turned to press my palms against Xander’s chest. His heart was pounding, probably in shock or fear, or uncertainty about the vocalized change to our relationship. No more no-strings-attached sex, this had developed into something we both felt but I had never been brave enough to speak about.

“Kiss me,” I whispered to him, and his hands, resting on my hips, gripped me firmly.

Xander’s lips descended on mine, searching me with stubble and teeth scratching.

My lips parted under his desperate onslaught, teeth clashing lightly as Xander’s tongue invaded my mouth, coaxing me further into the kiss. I could taste hunger in him, and something else, something raw and untamed that unleashed a primal response deep inside me. Moaning softly, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer. He responded by sliding one hand up my shirt to fist in my braided hair, angling my head back. Using this newfound access, Xander devoured me, the other hand roaming down my spine to settle on my butt cheek, squeezing tightly.

I felt like melting into him, but there was too much adrenaline pumping through my veins—pure need and want took over my senses. Breaking the kiss, I bit his lower lip, lingered for a second, then mewled, “Come with me.”

This time I didn’t take his hand. I walked toward my bathroom, undressing as I walked, and started the shower. It’d been days since I felt clean, and the intimacy of being totally exposed with him, lights on, eyes open, was what I wanted.

He followed me. I felt his eyes pinned on me the entire way. By the time the steam was rolling through the bathroom, I was nude, and he was shucking his pants.

As Xander pulled off his socks, the outline of his erection straining against his boxers was readily visible. Eyes locked, I pulled him into the shower with me. The hot water pelted our skin, steam fogged the glass door. Xander cupped my face under the spray, running his thumb around my chin and down my jawline and kissed me softly. “I didn’t know if I’d see you again,” he confessed hoarsely.

His admission, coupled with his heated gaze, sent a wave of liquid heat between my legs. I leaned in closer until our foreheads touched and our breaths mingled together with the steamy air. His hands caressed my back; mine slid around his body and pulled him closer.

“I don’t plan to leave ever again.” The nightmare, as far as I knew, was over. Hayes was a thing of the past, and the threat he posed was over. The only mess left to sort out was being sorted out right now between us. “I meant when I said I love you, Xander.”

His jaw clenched, and rather than saying anything, he kissed me hard, pinning me against the shower wall. My hand slid down to his dick, fingers curling around its girth. Xander growled out a low groan, his hand tangled in my damp hair as I slid his cock against my wet core.

Xander groaned, his grip on my hair tightening as I teased him mercilessly. I rubbed him against me faster and faster, his tip just inside my entrance.

“I missed this,” I mewled out past the pleasure consuming us both.

“Jesus—Amelia,” He groaned helplessly against my ear, his hand cupping my breast and pinching my nipple, heightening the sensation.

“I want you,” I whispered, guiding him inside me with a shaky breath.

Xander obliged, burying himself, his hand shaking with restraint as he pressed against the shower wall to brace himself. “I need you,” he growled as his hips rocked into mine in a primal rhythm as the water rained down on our intertwined bodies.

Eyes locked with mine, he bottomed out, only to pull back and drive in again, and again. Greedily, I took everything he had to give me—every thrust, every groan, swallowed every sweet word he whispered like it was my last meal. The intensity grew sharper as our breathing quickened with each thrust, hands clenched tighter, and kisses became more desperate. Soon enough we were both panting, kissing sloppily between moans and gasps. His hand tangled in my hair had me angled just so his thrusts hit that spot deep inside that sent sparks of pleasure radiating along my spine.

“God—Amelia,” Xander gasped above me, his neck straining with exertion as he pistoned in and out of me, and the way his pelvic bone rubbed my clit, I was on the edge of coming undone.

With a soft keening sound I came apart, and stars exploded behind my eyelids. Xander’s grip on my hair, the wet wall against my back, and then nothing but pure pleasure washed over me like a wave. The sensation of being so completely connected to someone after days of isolation had my vision doubling as I clung to him for dear life.

I twitched and jerked, clung to his shoulders trying not to draw blood. My pussy clenched around him, and he slowed to a glorious syrupy pace that had my insides melting, and his lips covered mine again. His stubble was rough on my skin, but the way I nipped at his lips repaid him for what little discomfort it was.

He let my legs find their composure before he pulled out and turned me around. With my chest pressing against the shower wall, he grabbed my hips and placed soft kisses on the back of my shoulder.

“Jesus,” I panted loudly, “Xander that was?—”

“Shh,” he cut me off, kissing each vertebra all the way down my spine, keeping me on my tiptoes as his hand roamed between my thighs, seeking out my wet core.

“I’m not done with you yet.”

Glancing over my shoulder, I saw him kneel. His teeth nipped the back of my thigh and he buried his face there, stubble scratching my most sensitive places.

“Xander,” I gasped out barely coherently. He ignored me and kept teasing me with featherlight touches and slick kisses that had my toes curling and my hands fisting on the wall for support.

“Xander,” I held my breath as he circled my entrance with the tip of his tongue, before lapping up my juices. “Oh God, that feels so?—”

He continued to torment me relentlessly, increasing my pleasure. At one point I was sure I would pass out from the sensation of his warm tongue on my core. When his fingers slipped into me and teased that rough patch of skin, I felt a second orgasm crest.

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