Page 83 of Crossing the Line
“What?”
“You look like a bored, high-priced call girl waiting for her client,” he told her.
“That’s the worst pickup line I’ve ever heard.”
“How about this one?” Xavier pulled his hand from behind his back with a flourish. He held a gold-rimmed plate, and on it was an impressive slab of baklava and one fork.
“Oh, my God. I love you.” Waverly sat upright, reaching both hands for him.
The color drained from his face.
“Jesus, X. I was talking to the baklava. Gimmie.” She wiggled her fingers until he entered, delivering the plate. She forked up a flavorful bite and rolled her eyes heavenward. “Oh, my God this is orgasmic.”
“As someone who has had a front row seat to a few of your orgasms, I object,” Xavier protested.
“Xavier Saint with the jokes.”
“It’s the jet lag,” he yawned and flopped down on the foot of her bed. “Please tell me you’re going to bed and staying there for twelve hours. I might throw you overboard if you say you’re getting up for a six a.m. Pilates class.”
Waverly laughed between bites. “My ass will remain glued to this bed as long as I can get away with it.”
“If you leave your cabin, come get me, okay?” He grabbed her bare foot, squeezed.
“We’re on a yacht in the middle of the ocean with crew that you personally okayed, X,” she said dryly.
“Humor me.”
Waverly feigned a sigh. “As if I could say no to a devastatingly handsome man begging from the foot of my bed.”
He pinched her in the calf. “You know I don’t beg, Angel.”
“And the winner with the innuendo,” Waverly said archly. “What did my father want to talk to you about this afternoon?”
Xavier snagged her fork and helped himself to a bite of dessert. “He had some questions about the investigation.”
“You feel guilty.”
He looked at her through those thick, dark lashes. “I suppose we’re not talking about the investigation now.”
“We are not.”
He sighed, reluctant to talk. “Yes, I feel guilty. I broke a rule,therule. And so when your father thanks me for doing my job, all I can think about is how I wasn’t doing my job when I was defiling you.”
Waverly laughed. “Defiling? Xavier, we made love.”
“Why don’t you try yelling that a little louder? I think there’s a hard-of-hearing grandmother in Santorini who didn’t hear you.”
She poked him in the very firm abs with her toes. “You didn’t take advantage of me, and it was amazing. End of story.”
“I worry that I won’t be able to control myself again,” he admitted.
“We’re on a bed now, and we’re behaving,” she reminded him.
His eyes narrowed, considering. He dipped his mouth to the arch of her foot, and she felt his tongue dart out to tease the sensitive skin.
The purr caught in her throat, and she saw his eyes warm.Testing himself, she thought,wanting to see how far he could push himself.
But his test didn’t take into account how his touch affected her. She didn’t know if she could trust her own control if pushed too far.
