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His eyes flash with heat and hunger. “Then where?”
I think of the storage room with all the rehab gear in the building close by. No one should be there at this time, and we can block the door with something.
“Follow me,” I say, taking his hand and leading him with me.
The building is quiet, our footsteps echoing in the hallways. I lead him to the dim storage room.
It’s easy to open the door because the lock’s broken, but no one cares. Inside, it smells like rubber and cleaning supplies, but I don’t mind. The only light comes from a tiny, dirty window covered with cobwebs.
The door closes behind us, and Xavier places a crate in front of it so that no one barges in on us. Then his hands find my waist, pulling me toward him.
“Do you want me as much as I want you?” he asks, his confidence softening into something gentle.
He’s still giving me a choice to walk away, isn’t he? With my dad and with Keith, it was always ultimatums and consequences. But with him, I get to decide on my own, without any pressure.
“Yes,” I say. “I want you more than I ever wanted anyone.”
A slow smile spreads across his face. Our lips connect, his hands grabbing my wrists and pinning them above my head against the wall. His body presses into mine, his thigh wedging between my legs and making me suck in a breath as heat pools low in my stomach.
His mouth slams against mine, his tongue forcing its way in with so much hunger that it leaves me breathless. I groan and gently bite his lower lip. A growl forms at the back of his throat, and his grip on my wrists tightens. He kisses me again, and I arch into him, already feeling just how hard he is.
He lets go of my wrists and grabs my shirt, yanking it off me in one rough tug. His fingers fumble with the elastic of my sports bra, and he almost rips it off me. He dips his head, his tongue flicking over my hard nipple and making me gasp.
His pinches my other nipple between his fingers as he keeps licking, slowly circling my sensitive bud before sucking it into his mouth, his teeth grazing me lightly.
My soft moans fill the air as he toys with my breasts, and I start tugging at his jersey.
“Xavier... Fuck,” I whisper.
He pulls back, grabbing my waist and lifting me onto a desk, his eyes sparkling with desire. Some things fall off the desk with a loud sound, but I don’t give a damn. Xavier’s hands lower to my pants, dragging them down my legs along with my underwear and leaving me completely bare to him.
I kick off the clothes and my shoes as he yanks his shirt over his head, exposing his muscular chest. My breath catches as he shoves my thighs apart, his fingers going to my slickness. I groan as he lowers himself to his knees, his tongue finding my clit as he slides a finger inside me.
I grip the edge of the table as his slow and deliberate licks drive me crazy, building the fire inside me until I’m not sure I can take it anymore. His tongue keeps working me, another one of his fingers pushing in and out of me.
I come so hard that my whole body shakes, my moans tearing their way out of my throat as I close my thighs around his head. As I try to catch my breath, Xavier gets up, licking his lips andgrinning at me, which only reignites the need spreading through me.
He quickly gets rid of his clothes and grabs a condom, his thick length rock-hard. Another jolt of desire surges through me, and I slide myself off the table. I turn around, bending over the table and glancing over my shoulder at Xavier.
As I shoot him a smile, he grips my hips, and without any hesitation, he slams himself inside me. I groan as I stretch around him, taking him as deep as possible. He grunts as he pumps into me hard and fast, smacking my ass.
Our moans and groans fill the air as his furious thrusts bring me closer and closer to the edge. It’s crazy just how good he can make me feel, and I know I haven’t made a mistake when I decided to give in.
I don’t think I’ll ever find someone like Xavier. This kind of connection happens once in a lifetime, and as his fingers tangle in my hair, pulling my head back while he pounds into me, I just want to forget everything else exists.
When my release hits me, I cry out, and Xavier joins me a moment later. My whole body tingles with pleasure, and as Xavier backs away from me, he pulls me up and spins me around so he can kiss me.
He leans his forehead against mine as we both pant for breath, his arms around me. In his embrace, I know I’m safe and I know that I can trust him. Being with him feels like the only thing in my life that’s right and real.
But what do we do about the world that doesn’t want us together?
Chapter 18
XAVIER
I DON’T WANT TO LEAVEIrina, but I have to make sure my dad isn’t still around. As I go toward my dorm room, other students pass me by, but I barely notice them. My mind’s stuck back in that storage room with Irina, replaying the moments that feel both unreal and more real than anything I’ve ever experienced.
The taste of her is still on my lips, along with the memory of our bodies connecting. For someone like me, who’s always been all about control, strategy, and clear goals, this raw, unfiltered need for someone else is kind of terrifying.
