Page 65 of Maybe, Probably
The kiss is soft and unrushed, and his hand cups my cheek gently. His thumb strokes my jaw. When he pulls back from the kiss, he rests his forehead on mine. “Come on, be a good girl, and get in this bath I got ready for you.”
Biting my lip, I look up at him tilting my head to the side, feeling a little playful. “And what if I don-” My words are cut off as Xavier leans forward, grabbing me from behind the knees and hauling me up. A squeak leaves my body as I wrap my arms around his neck. “Put me down! I can walk!”
“Nope.” he says, striding toward the open bathroom door. “You had your chance and you decided to be a brat instead.”
When we reach the bathroom, he places me gently on the counter. His biceps flex as he crosses his arms across his chest, and he gives me a serious look. I think he’s trying to be intimidating, but all it’s doing is igniting a fire of arousal in my lower belly. It seeps down between my thighs, and I adjust myself on the counter to try to get some relief. It’s been four days since we went skiing, and Xavier has been so focused on my concussion that he hasn’t tried to touch me since Christmas Eve.
He catches my movements. The air between us thickens, the tension palpable as he takes in my sleep shorts that have ridden up my thighs from him carrying me in here. My legs are still slightly spread from when he placed me down on the countertop. His eyes are hooded with arousal, and I lean into the moment. My hands connect with the bottom of my sleep shirt. I pull it up and over my head, tossing it off to the side without breaking eye contact with Xavier.
“Touch me, please.” I beg, as I bring my hands to my breasts and cup them. Xavier runs his hand through his hair. It is the only sign of distress he shows, but I can see how he’s battling with himself. I slide off the counter and take a step toward him.
“I’m okay, Xavier. No headaches. No dizzy spells.” I slip my thumbs in the waistband of my shorts before I push them down. “You want to take care of me?” The double meaning behind the questions makes Xavier pause.
His eyes bounce between mine before he nods quickly, “Yes.” The answer is husky, and laced with a level of desperation that makes me want to climb him like a tree.
“Then, touch me.” My answer is just as desperate as his own.
His hand hovers in the space between us, and I forget how to breathe while I wait for him to touch me. When his hand drops, my whole demeanor deflates. He’s rejecting me. I quickly wrap an arm around my breasts as I look around looking for my clothes.How could I be so stupid and desperate?
But he quickly grips my chin, bringing my face to look at him. He leans forward. “I’m not saying no, babydoll. Just get in the tub before the water gets cold.” My heart flutters at the pet name, doing exactly what I need it to do– reassure that he wants me.
He leads me to the tub and offers his hand to me. I take it, lifting my leg over before the other follows. The water is the perfect temperature, causing a groan to leave me as I slowly immerse myself. The hot water wraps around every curve, and my muscles instantly begin to relax. “Oh my God, this isheaven.”
Xavier settles himself on the ground beside the tub. When he’s comfortable, he places his forearms on the side of the tub and rests his chin on his hands. “So, no headaches?”
I shake my head. “No headaches.”
“No dizzy spells?”
I shake my head again.
He hums as if in thought as his eyes wander over my body. He shifts slightly, and one hand disappears beneath the water, resting on my knee. He begins tracing circles on my skin before he begins to trail up my inner thigh. My breath hitches as the movements of his fingers cause goosebumps to spread across my arms.
He pauses right before he reaches my sex, and moves his hands back down my thigh. I groan in frustration.
“Xavier!” I throw all my frustration into saying his name. “For fuck’s sake, touch me already!”
My eyes widen at my outburst, my hand covering my mouth. Xavier lets out a hearty laugh, shaking his head.
“So demanding, babydoll,” he says, words dripping with mirth.
Suddenly, he gets up on his knees and leans over the side of the tub, his fingers trailing back up my inner thigh. My lips part as Xavier’s fingers finally connect with my clit. He begins slow circles around my bud, his lips finally connecting with my own. My hands shoot up and cling to his shoulders.
His fingers begin to glide between my folds and pause briefly in front of my opening. He pulls back, before ever so slowly pushing a finger into me. A groan leaves his lips. “Fuck, you’re so tight, Harps.”
He continues to finger me slowly before he adds a second, followed by a third finger. My thighs have fallen open, allowing him complete access to me.
He works me up effortlessly, my orgasm coming faster than it usually does. I pull his lips back to me and we are a tangle of tongues. I let him dominate our motions as he continues to drive me higher and higher. When he thrusts again, he moves his thumb over my clit, applying pressure. He thrusts in two more times, and that's all it takes, and my orgasm crashes over me. His mouth continues to work against mine as I ride the waves of my orgasm, claiming any noises that come from me.
My body slumps back in the tub, my chest heaving as I become aware of my surroundings again. Xavier has unplugged the tub and stands. I go to reach for his pants, but he just tsks.
“What about you?” My eyes fixated on the large tent he’s sporting in the front of his grey sweats. My mouth waters slightly as I remember taking him into my mouth the other night. I want to do that again.
“Let’s get you dried off first.” He offers his hand to help me stand up. Taking his hand in mine, I stand up. Then I continue to move forward as the room becomes unbalanced, and Xavier's arms wrap around my naked body as he stops me from toppling forward.
“Wehaveto stop connecting like this.” I try to play off the fact that I just got dizzy.
He snorts. “Yeah, nice try there babydoll. Are you dizzy?”
