Page 50 of Xander
His other hand ran through my hair, and then it was my turn to moan.
I pressed my body deeper into his, loving the feel of him.
Strong. Built. Big.
We kissed for so long that I honestly couldn’t tell you what had taken place around us.
And I didn’t care.
Not one single bit.
Because as long as this man kept kissing me... the entire world could have gone up in flames.
And then, when he pulled his mouth away from mine moments later, he pressed his forehead against mine.
Then he whispered, “Fuck. Me.”
I giggled as I inhaled breath after breath, “You can say that again.”
He winked, “Time to get you home, baby.”
I melted, “Umm, Xander?”
He lifted a brow, “Yeah?”
“Can you not use sugar again, and just use baby?” I asked.
He winked, “You got it, baby.”
I melted.
He chuckled.
After we walked me up to my apartment, he bent his neck and pressed a soft kiss on my lips, which I returned, and then he lifted his head. “Do more than that, and I won’t be able to forgive myself.”
I lifted a brow, “Umm, what?”
He lifted a hand and ran his fingers through my locks, “Cause you need to know that you deserve better. You want that, I’ll give it to you. But not tonight.”
At his words, my core tightened, and then I nodded. I got that. I really did get that.
And then he winked, tapped on my door, and said, “Lock this. Can’t have something happen to you before I’ve gotten my fill of you.”
I narrowed my eyes up at him, and the big bastard chuckled, “Night, baby.”
I sighed, “Night, honey.”
He winked, “Like that.”
I nodded.
Then he turned on his boots and walked away.
And that night, I fell asleep with a smile on my face.
That was all due to the man who was Xander.
And it was also due to the text message that had just come through my phone.
