Page 130 of Unraveling Rain
And I mean it—with every single fiber of my being.
He lifts my hand to his lips, peppering kisses across my knuckles as we merge onto the highway.
We’re at his apartment in a flash. After parking, we make a beeline for the elevator.
As soon as the door closes, he cages me against the wall.
“Are you going to be a good girl? Or am I going to have to punish you for being so distant these past few weeks?” Xander asks, a smirk tugging at his handsome face.
My hands travel from his abs to his chest, up his neck, and finally land on his face, cradling it.
“I want to be a good girl. But something tells me my man wants to be a bad, bad boy and fuck me hard.”
I lick my lips slowly, knowing how much he loves it when I do that.
He growls. “Fuck, Cherry. It’s fucking unbelievable—the way you drive me wild with a single action.”
I slide my tongue across his lips, and that’s it—Xander loses whatever restraint he had as his mouth claims mine.
The elevator doors open, and my eyes go wide when I realize it opens directly into Xander’s place. I’d love to look around, but that can wait.
Right now, we’re on a mission to rip every piece of clothing off as fast as humanly possible.
We barely make it a few steps inside before Xander looks down and curses.
“What?” I ask, confused.
“You’re wearing your Docs. I need to untie them.”
He drops to his knees before I can even process what’shappening.
I chuckle at the urgency in his movements. “Xander, I’m not going anywhere. I promise. We can take our time,” I say, smoothing a hand over his still-damp hair.
“That might be true, but I can’t wait to have you. This is a life-or-death matter.”
I cackle at his dramatics, and he huffs, feigning frustration.
“Not funny, Cherry. I might die of starvation.”
I bark out a laugh. As my hands press against my stomach, he’s already back on his feet, undressing with laser focus.
“Seems like I’m going to have to do all the work myself since you’re not interested in joining me.”
That snaps me right out of it.
“Oh, hell no. I’ve been dreaming about this perfect body for way too long. Remember when I told you I was going to get a heated pillow?”
He nods, and I remove his jacket, my hands trailing across his shoulders.
“Well, you were right. It didn’t work.”
I inhale deeply through my nose, exhale through my mouth, trying to keep my cool and focus on the task at hand.
“I have a request,” he says, reaching for his tie just as I do, stopping my hand.
“I want you to take off all of your clothes… and then I want you to put the jersey back on.”
I raise a brow, crossing my arms to keep from laughing.
