Page 106 of Unraveling Rain
He thrusts into my mouth. One, two, three times—then he groans deep as his hot, thick cum hits my tongue.
I swallow every last drop, licking him clean before sitting back up. His face is blissed out, flushed, and gorgeous.
“That was incredible,” he murmurs, pulling me into a kiss.
I melt against him, but he immediately flips us, moving like a man on a mission.
I smile at his eagerness—until my jeans vanish in a flash and his tongue is already inside me.
I gasp as he licks deep, relentlessly, and greedily. My hands move to my breasts, tugging at my nipples as his joins in, circling my clit with just the right pressure.
I’m right on the edge, and when Xander replaces his tongue with his very skilled fingers, I finally come undone, chasing the release I’d dreamt about last night.
Once my breathing slows, we sit in silence, hands entangled, clothes a mess. Simply enjoying each other’s company.
“Please tell me we can take a shower and change before meeting your parents?” I say, cracking one eye open to look at him.
He chuckles, pressing a kiss to my temple. “Yes, of course. We can go to my place before going to lunch at my parents’.”
Relieved, I lean my head back against the seat.
When the car rolls to a stop, I rush to put my clothes back on. Xander laughs but moves quickly too, tugging on his jeans and shirt.
He hops out first, and I patiently wait for him to open the door like the gentleman he is.
The driver brings our bags to the front door while Xander thanks him and lets him know to pick us up tomorrow at three.
The moment I step inside, I stop in my tracks.
The place is beautiful—soft, warm colors on the walls and furniture make it feel instantly cozy. There are windows everywhere, flooding the space with light and offering incredible views of the water.
The first floor is wide open. A huge couch takes up most of the living area, a fireplace is across from it with a giant TV mounted above. I can already picture it: curled up with a glass of wine, the fire crackling, Xander beside me as we watch a movie.
“This is amazing,” I say, turning to him.
A boyish smile lights up his handsome face. “Thank you. This was the first place I bought after I got drafted to Boston.”
He takes my hand and continues the tour.
The kitchen is every chef’s dream—industrial-grade appliances, sleek counters, and a massive island perfect for prepping and serving. But what takes my breath away is the panoramic window over the sink, framing the ocean like a painting.
“Oh, Xander. I don’t think I would ever leave,” I whisper, pressing my palms to the cool counter.
“We can always come up for a couple of weeks during the offseason. Maybe even invite the whole family,” he says, wrapping his arms around me from behind.
My hands find his, and he rests his chin on top of my head.
“Can you imagine the chaos with all of the MacAllisters here?” I laugh.
He chuckles too. “Yeah, maybe. But they’re family.”
My heart swells. I know he’s being nice, but he says it so easily, like my wild, messy family is already his.
“As much as I’m enjoying this daydream,” he murmurs, kissing my cheek, “if we don’t shower soon, we’re going to be late for lunch.”
I whirl around, eyes wide. “Are your parents waiting for us?”
He nods, clearly amused. I bolt for the stairs.
