Page 71 of Savage Rose

I pluck a grape from the platter, and suck it into my mouth, swirl my tongue around it, then pop the skin, letting it burst in my mouth.

He groans. “Red, baby, do that again.”

Despite how much I’d been watching him, I hadn’t really realized he’d been paying attention to what I was doing, too. Trying not to laugh, I select another grape and suck it into my mouth.

“Fuck.” He picks me up by the waist and straddles me over his lap. “You’re so damn sexy.” He slides his palms up my thighs. “What do you say we get you out of these clothes?”

“Yeah?” There goes the calm façade I was trying to hide behind. My heart rate skyrockets.

He nods. “Abso-fucking-lutely.”

I raise my brows as his cock hardens beneath me, tenting his athletic pants. My pelvis brushes back and forth over his as his fingers grasp the hem of my shirt, whipping it over my head. I reach down and tug on his, and he removes that, too. Still grinding against him, I press my lips to his, gasping as he slides his hands to my ass, encouraging my movement. His mouth opens for me, and we are quickly lost in a tangle of tongues, in the wet warmth of each other’s mouths.

“Fuck, Red. I love this bra.” It’s a black lace number that I’d worn just for him, knowing what might happen tonight if I came home with him. He pulls the cups down, and both breasts pop free. He lowers his mouth to one, sucks my nipple deep into his mouth, and makes me whimper before switching to the other.

I pant. I’ve never been so turned on in my entire life.

Xander flips me onto my back on the couch and pulls my jeans and panties off before I even know what’s happening. He kneels, his face immediately between my legs. No pretenses this time. Just pure, unadulterated hunger. He inhales and growls. A shudder rolls through me. He grips my thighs, pushing my legs open wide. His mouth is everywhere, licking and sucking until I think I’m going out of my mind. He pushes two fingers deep inside me, pumps a few times, then pulls them out, licking them clean. He winks.

He slides them back in again, and rubs my clit with his thumb.

“Oh God.”

“Nah, it’s just me, baby.” He winks as he removes his fingers again and urges them between my lips. I suck, tasting myself on them. Passion and need spin through me.

He dips his head down between my legs again, his tongue stroking my inner walls until I shudder.

“Fuck, Xander.” My head thrashes back and forth, and I clutch at anything within reach.

“I want you in my bed. Now.” He scrambles from between my legs and picks me up, crossing the room to the massive bed. He climbs onto it with me, falling over me. His cock is rock hard between us as he thrusts against me.

I swallow. “Pants, Xander. Get rid of them.”

He eases back just long enough to shuck them down his legs and then grabs a condom from his nightstand drawer before turning back to me. He rips it open, but stops before putting it on. “Do you want my cock inside you, Scarlett?”

I nod. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything more. “I need you, Xander.”

He rolls the condom on, hovering above me. He takes himself in one hand, sliding the crown of his dick through my wetness, teasing me. “Ready? I want inside your tight little pussy right fucking now.”

I reach between us and cover his hand with mine, aligning him with my entrance, then shift my hips. The tip teases me, just barely entering me. I think I’m going out of my mind. “Please. You feel so good.”

He slants his mouth over mine, the taste of me on his tongue sending a fresh burst of need through my system. He plunges into me in one swift stroke.

I cry out. He’s filling me in a way I’ve never felt before. Never had before. My body tenses with it.

“You said you weren’t—” He gasps. “Ah, fuck, you’re so damn tight.” He catches my chin in one hand, staring into my eyes. “Are you a virgin, Scarlett?”

I exhale a stuttering breath. “I swear I’m not. But I’m pretty sure the other guy had a teeny-tiny dick. It didn’t feel like this my first time.”

He barks with laughter. “Ah, fuck. Okay. I’ll go slow.”

I shake my head furiously. I’m so overwhelmed with emotion, tears slide from the corners of my eyes. “No. I don’t want you to. Take me, Xander. Show me.”

He pulls out and surges forward again with a groan. Needing him closer, I tilt my pelvis and wrap my legs around him. His mouth captures mine in a kiss that sends me to places I didn’t know I was capable of.

I’ve tried so hard to build walls around myself, not let anyone in, and he’s tearing them down with every swipe of his tongue, every press of his lips on my skin, and every thrust inside me. My heart doesn’t know how to handle this. I never intended to let anyone in again. I never wanted to feel love—but in Xander’s arms, I do. And I see it in his eyes as his gaze connects with mine. He’s staring right into my heart, and it’s all I can do to not let what I’m feeling burst free.

Xander pumps wildly into me—savagely—like he can’t get enough. I lift my hips to meet his, finding our own version of a beautiful rhythm as old as time. The solid weight of him on top of me makes me feel secure, and the feel of him filling me does something I can’t begin to describe, except that I feel complete—like he’s what I didn’t know I needed. He’s erasing every doubt I have with each masterful stroke of his cock, with every touch of his hands, with every heated stare.

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