Page 99 of Chasing Xander
Moaning, she tilted her head, granting him full access, her fingers threading through his hair again. His heart thundered in his ears, his entire body electrified, and he closed his eyes, humming with contentment as he kissed and licked the indentation of her throat. Her rapid pulse thumped against his mouth, spurring him on, testing his already waning patience.
He’d been with a lot of women, more than he ever wanted to admit to her, but he had never made love before. He’d never taken his time, never wanted to worship a woman’s body like he wanted to with hers. In a way, tonight was a first for them both, something special only the two of them would ever share.
Moving down her body, he peppered her collarbone with heated kisses, his breath ragged. “I’m going to kiss every inch of your body, Ky.” He closed his mouth around her nipple, flicking his tongue over the hardened tip. “So sweet.” Rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, he moved his mouth to her other breast.
“Oh God.” Her voice was raspy. She arched her back, and he used the opportunity to slip his hands under her body, pulling her closer as he dragged his mouth up her chest, savoring the smoothness of the valley between her breasts, of her thunderous heart beating against him. And then his mouth was back on hers, pouring every ounce of passion he had into his kiss, letting the deep emotion flow from him to her.
Pulling away from her lips, he gazed down at her. The hazy look in her eyes stole his breath, and his head swam with the reality of the current situation. He was moments away from receiving the most precious gift she had to give. How the hell did he get so damn lucky?
“You have to tell me if it hurts, or if I do something you don’t like.” He smoothed the hair from her face. “Promise me.”
“I promise.” She nodded and licked her lips.
He lifted himself off her and moved so he was kneeling between her parted legs. He curled his fingers into the waistband of her shorts and gently tugged them over her hips and down her legs until they were off. Then he tossed them to the floor. Her creamy white skin called to him, begged him to touch it, to make it blush.
“You’re absolutely gorgeous,” he said, gently dragging his fingers up the length of her legs, smiling when goose bumps erupted on her skin.
Propping herself up on her elbows, she lifted a brow. “Are we going to do this or what?”
He laughed, placing his hands on the bed on either side of her hips so they were face-to-face. “Someone’s a little eager, huh?”
Her lips twitched, and then she smiled. “Well, in my defense, I have been waiting a long time for this.”
“For what? Sex? Or me?”
Her head tilted slightly, her smile morphing from playful to serious. “They’re one in the same. All of this”—she lifted her forearms and waved her hands to indicate the room—“is great and so super sweet, but all that matters is you. I didn’t care where I was when this happened, so long as I was with you.”
“Ky.” His voice was strangled. If he weren’t already on his knees, at her mercy, he would’ve been after that. He swallowed hard, wondering if he could live up to her expectations.
“I want to make love with you, Xander. Tonight. Right now.”
He silenced her with a kiss strong enough to press her flat on her back again, and he settled between her legs. The damp heat from her sex ignited his need to an unmanageable level, electrifying his limbs until they were numb and tingling. Whatever plans he had to prolong this disappeared. He pushed his hips forward, letting her feel his erection.
Her eyes widened, and she let out a small gasp as she trailed her fingernails down his back until she reached the waistband of his boxers. “It’s really not fair you’ve still got these on.”
Chuckling, he climbed off her and stood beside the bed. He hooked his thumbs into his boxers, intent on taking them off when she abruptly sat up. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and grabbed his hands.
“Let me,” she whispered, looking up at him.
He didn’t think his heart could race any faster, or that his anticipation could become any greater, but the moment her delicate fingers slid inside his boxers, her nails gently scraping over his thighs as she tugged them down, his knees became rubbery, and he had to concentrate on not falling over. It took every ounce of self-control he had not to shove her on the bed and ravage her. When his boxers fell to his ankles, he kicked them off.
She exhaled, her warm breath blowing over his hard cock. And then she wrapped her hand around his shaft.
“Fuck.” He breathed out roughly, his eyes wide as he watched her work her hand up and down his length, her palm circling his head. There was no way he’d survive letting her touch him for too long. His balls were already tight with the need for release.
“Baby.” He took her face into his hands, his fingers threading through her hair, and then he kissed her, nipping at her bottom lip while she continued to stroke him. Unable to stop himself, he pushed against her hand and moaned. “God, Ky, that feels incredible.” His mind and body were seconds away from exploding. “But you keep doing that, and this is going to be over before it ever starts.”
She smiled against his lips, then released him. He gasped at the sudden lack of contact. “We wouldn’t want that, now would we?” With her gaze trained on his, that devastating seductive sparkle in her eyes, she scooted away from him until she was lying in the middle of the bed.
Xander drew a deep breath. Damn, the sight of her naked on his bed, waiting for him, stole his ability to think. It was then it hit him—she was his. And she fucking owned him. Body, heart, soul. Their conversation from last night rushed through his mind, and his head spun. She wielded the power to destroy him, and she didn’t even know it. That sudden knowledge was like taking a wrecking ball to the gut. He stumbled back half a step, fighting for breath.
“Xander?” She propped herself up on her elbows. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah.” He smiled, retrieved a condom from the headboard where he’d stashed them earlier, and then climbed onto the bed. She reached for him, and he kissed her, the passion between them building with each flick of their tongues. Each soft moan was like gasoline on an already raging fire.
Reluctantly, he left her mouth and resumed kissing his way down her body. He pressed his lips to her belly button, then gripped her thighs, spreading her legs wider. She tensed, and he glanced up at her. “Relax, Ky. I promise I won’t hurt you.”
“I know you won’t,” she whispered. “It’s just… I’m a little nervous.”
