Page 103 of Chasing Xander
“Christ, Ky, you can have me whenever you want me, but we need to get out of this tub right fucking now.” His voice was strained, but there was no mistaking the need burning in his eyes. “Because I’m seconds away from giving you exactly what you want, and that would be really stupid.”
She rose up on her knees so their bodies were no longer touching and gave him a confused look.
He blew out a shaky breath and rubbed his hands over his face. “I don’t have a condom.”
“Oh.” Her eyes widened. “Yeah, okay.” She climbed out of the tub, and he followed.
He handed her a towel and what she assumed was his robe. She swooned at how much thought and planning he’d put into every detail of the night. He was being so sweet. After drying off and putting on the robe, she followed him back into the bedroom. She froze near the bed. The only visible evidence of her lost virginity was gone. Xander had changed the sheets. That must have been what he needed to take care of while she was in the tub. She glanced over at him, tears pooling in her eyes. He really had thought of everything.
“I did something wrong.” He frowned.
“What?” She looked up at him, shocked. “No. Everything you’ve done has been absolutely perfect.” Smiling, she moved toward him. She didn’t know why seeing clean sheets made her so emotional, considering everything else that had happened the past few days. Maybe because he’d been considerate enough to clean up and not say a word about it, saving her the embarrassment of having to deal with it.
“Then why does it look like you’re ready to start crying?” He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close.
She could definitely get used to having his arms around her, to knowing he could—and would—touch her and kiss her whenever he wanted. The thought brought a smile to her face.
“And now you’re going to laugh?” His tone was incredulous, which did make her laugh. “I can’t keep up with you.”
Slipping her arms around his neck, she shook her head. “You have to admit, the entire night has been a little overwhelming.”
“That’s an understatement.” He winked, his mouth turning up into a playful smirk.
“But in a good way,” she added, brushing her lips over his.
“A very good way,” he agreed, drawing her bottom lip between his teeth. “Food.”
She pulled away. “What?”
“My post-sex ritual is food.” He laughed. “I like to eat after sex.”
“Eat what?” She had no idea why that information was hard for her to wrap her mind around, but the idea of Xander pigging out after sex was…weird.
He shrugged. “Usually whatever I can find, but right now, I think I’m going to raid the fridge. And probably the pantry, too.”
“Seriously? We just had a huge dinner. And birthday cake. How on earth can you be hungry again already?”
“Having sex burns calories. I get hungry.” He grinned, then kissed her cheek. “You get comfortable.” He nodded toward the bed. “Find something to watch if you want. I’ll be back up in a few minutes. Is there anything you want?”
“Something to drink.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He left the room.
She blew out a breath and stood, stunned, for a moment. Part of her worried this was all a dream and that any second, she’d wake up, alone and sad. She got into bed, sat with her back against the headboard, and turned on the flat-screen TV that sat atop the dresser. She flipped through the channels, not really paying attention to what was on any of them.
She was no longer a virgin. She had to tell Celeste! Did she have time to call or text her before Xander got back? Not that it mattered because Xander walked in just then. He’d lost the towel he’d been wearing, leaving him naked. And he was hard, too. Her breath hitched.
“What happened to getting food?”
He kicked the door closed and sauntered toward her. “Decided I was hungry for something else.” His eyes were dark, his tone commanding.
“Oh yeah? Like what?” She smirked.
“You.” He climbed onto the bed and kissed her hard. Wrapping his arm around her waist, he pulled her down so she was lying flat on her back, keeping himself raised above her. “Think you’re ready for round two?”
She tugged on the tie holding her robe closed. Her nipples were hard, and her clit ached for his touch. “What do you think?” She hooked her legs around his waist.
“Fuck.” He groaned as he settled between her legs. “We’re never getting out of this bed.”
