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He chuckled and his hold over me locked down, his eyes serious when they met mine. “Yes, darlin’. I’m scared shitless of it.”
My stomach fluttered as my fingers rolled a slow twist through his hair. “That doesn’t make sense, Xavier.”
“I got one thing in life I’m good at. That’s it. But you”—he shook his head—“you’re a goddamn checklist. Smart, beautiful, sweet, funny and sexy as hell.” He cocked a lone brow. “Why d’you think I call you dream girl?”
My face heated. “Why would I ever leave you?” I uttered, my tone soft.
His eyes tracked between mine, his Adam’s apple dipping when he swallowed hard.
I tipped my head back, taking in the sharp cut of his jaw, the broad set of his shoulders. That piercing stare when it looked at me with an eager hunger. He was everything. And he was mine. “Thank you, Xavier.”
“You don’t need to thank me for that.” He hooked a square knuckle under my chin. “I want people to know my name, but you’re the only one I want screamin’ it.”
It was a good thing I held on to him, because my damn knees buckled. Heat flooded my core, and my mouth ran dry. My body screamed for him, and I had every intention to oblige it.
A fiery blush seared my cheeks when I smiled up at him. “Zoya’s gone for the night.”
His stare grew ravenous. “Good to know,” he said, his voice low.
I threaded my fingers with his before I stepped away, then led him down the hall. His stride was steady as I tugged him into my room, guiding him until the back of his legs hit my bed. He sat at the edge of the mattress, his head angled up, those arctic eyes fixed on me.
Retreating a step, I made a show of taking my shirt’s hem. I lifted it, freeing it from my body before I let it slip from my fingers. My black lace bra hugged my chest, pushing up my breasts and leaving very, very little to the imagination.
His cock strained against his jeans. He chucked his chin my way. “Shorts too,” he ordered. “I wanna see all of you.”
A shiver of need chased through me as I hooked my thumbs into the band at my waist and skimmed them down.
His stare took a lazy trip up my body, lingering overthe V of my thighs. “You’re lookin’ good right now, Ryah. Real fuckin’ good.”
I smiled. His turn. I twisted my fingers into the material of his shirt and lifted, exposing the broad width of his shoulders, the thick muscles of his chest and the dips and valleys of his stomach.
“Lay back,” I told him, echoing his words from the other night.
He grinned and did as I said. I climbed up and straddled him, wanting him to feel the way I did. Like he was the only thing I saw. Because he was. Well, that and the frilly pink bedspread he occupied, which, bizarrely, only added to his hotness.
His hands found my hips and dug into the delicate flesh there. Angling forward, I set my lips to his jaw as I kissed my way down the corded muscles of his neck, and over his collarbone, then kept going until I lightly sank my teeth into his nipple.
His head fell back, and he hissed, his hard-on digging into me. I slid my palm between us and worked it over his jeans, and Jesus, he was big. Thick and long, andohmygod!
My tongue flicked out as I tasted my way down, down, down. My thighs clenched and I tugged the button of his jeans, my nails grazing his abs when I unfastened them. His muscles tensed under me, the hollows and ridges there deepening. Biting my lip, I drew his zipper open, good and slow.
His black boxer briefs hugged his rigid shaft, which begged to be freed. I pulled the material back, and his cock lifted, pulsing and proud. I wrapped my grasp around the base, my fingers barely touching. My gaze rose to his and held as I stroked.
He grunted, his calloused hand diving into my hair before it locked around the strands at the base of my neck. “You want me to watch you fuck my cock with that pretty mouth?”
Sweet lord. The riot of pleasure that jolted my core almost had me coming right there. “Yes.”
“Say it, darlin’.”
A lust-filled tremble rolled through me. “I want you to watch.”
His answering smirk was pleased.
My mouth watered as I set the tip of my tongue to the base of his shaft and trailed an unhurried path up. His back arched and he sucked in a breath. Wrapping my lips over his crown, I opened wide and took him to the root, fighting not to gag when he hit the back of my throat.
He twisted my hair back, holding it in his grip. “Christ.”
I withdrew, then tasted that salty precum at the tip. His cock jumped. I did it again. His stare followed each languid move, and a wanton moan slipped from my throat before I filled it with his hard length again.
