Page 64 of Crossing the Line
He cleared his throat and shifted, and it was then that she realized he was hard as stone beneath her. “I tried to untie the corset so you could breathe better, and the whole damn thing came apart.”
Waverly tugged the sheet up around her chin.
She could feel him laugh softly. “Relax, Angel. It’s pitch black in here. I can’t see a damn thing.”
“Darkness doesn’t mean you can’tfeelthings,” she said, and to illustrate her point she wiggled higher up his chest, brushing against his erection with her side.
“Behave yourself,” he said gruffly. “It’s a natural reaction to having a half-naked woman curled up on top of you for an hour.”
“An hour? Oh my God, X, everyone must be worried sick!” Waverly tried to pull away and, in the ensuing struggle, lost the sheet. She found herself face down against his chest, her bare breasts pressed against his stomach, and the throb of his hard-on nestled against her abdomen. Xavier’s sharp intake of breath told her he felt the friction, too.
She stilled immediately.
“Everyone who needs to knows that you’re with me. Kate is the only one who knows that you’re here, and she’ll be here in an hour with food and clothes and whatever other necessities she deemed appropriate.”
“Are you sure everyone’s okay?” Waverly asked tentatively, certain he must be hiding some horrible disaster from her.
His phone vibrated on the comforter next to them, but he ignored it.
“Positive. Though we’re going to have to give Gwendolyn something to give the media soon. So far, no one’s made the connection between Ganim and the explosions, but there are reports that you’re missing. On the bright side, the cops are now in a manhunt for Ganim.”
Waverly dropped her forehead to his chest. “I can’t believe this is happening.”
“We’ll get him, Angel.” His palms skimmed up from the small of her back to her shoulders and down again. It felt so good that she sighed and then felt his thick shaft pulse against her.
“I should probably get up and find some clothes,” she breathed. His hands skimmed up and down again, this time his thumbs brushed the lush sides of her breasts. And she finally felt something besides icy fear. Her blood rolled into a low simmer, breath caught in her throat.
Using her knees as leverage, she climbed his chest until the nipple of her right breast brushed against the light layer of chest hair that peeked out from open buttons. She gave a little gasp at the delicious contact. Her lips parted, and she laid them on his neck, just over where his pulse labored in staccato.
“Waverly.” Her name was a low warning.
But she was alive, and she wanted to feel like it. She worked the next button in his shirt free and the next until she could feel his chest and chiseled abdomen bare under her palms. She moved her lips from his neck to his jaw, nipping and nibbling. Her nipples dragged over his skin and puckered, igniting a flame.
Xavier swore quietly. His body hummed beneath hers, and when her lips melted over his, she felt the quick lunge at his own wall of control before he pulled himself back.
“Why is your heart beating so fast?” she whispered over his firm, hard lips.
He groaned. “Adrenaline,” he whispered back, tasting her with a quick thrust of his tongue.
“Is that why mine is pounding?” She took his palm and laid it over her breast. He squeezed it reflexively, and when she moaned into his mouth, his control snapped like a leash. This time when he lunged, nothing stopped him. He had her on her back splayed across the bed before she could catch her breath.
“You drive me insane,” Xavier growled, ravaging her mouth as he roamed her body with his callused hands. When he cupped her breasts with those rough, warm palms, Waverly’s hips pistoned off the mattress.
She raced her hands over him, desperate to strip him bare, to have no more layers between them. She shoved his shirt off his shoulders, touching every inch of his muscled torso. He levered up and off of her to help. When her fingers dipped into the waistband of his pants, he dropped his forehead to hers panting.
“We need to slow down, Angel.”
But she didn’t want slow. She wanted the speed and thrill, like she was on the back of a bike. She undid his belt with trembling fingers and impatiently waited while he took care of the pants. He kicked them off, and she shoved a hand inside the band of his briefs. Finally, she closed her fingers around his shaft. Thick and long, it grew impossibly bigger in her hand as she stroked him once from root to tip. And then again and again.
He gritted out unintelligible words of praise and dug through the layers of her skirt. She knew the exact second that Xavier gave up on finding the clever hidden zipper. The sound of fabric shredding brought a smile to her lips, which turned into a gasp when he lowered to lap at one of her lonely nipples.
She moaned loud and long, and he closed his lips over the nub, drawing it in with long, deep pulls. Every nerve in her body came to life and caught fire. He licked and sucked until the worshipped point strained with need. And when she thought she could take it no longer, he shifted and took the other into his mouth while his fingers massaged and tugged her abandoned breast.
This was what it felt like to be revered, Waverly thought. It wasn’t the need from the crowd or the calls on the red carpet. It was Xavier’s desire to possess her body.
She arched up against him, begging him with her words and her body. She pleaded for something she knew she might never be ready for.
Impatiently, he skimmed a hand over her stomach until it came to the lacy La Perla barrier that separated him from her. Rather than remove the briefs, he yanked, shredding the air-thin lace and baring her to him.
