Page 34 of Little Devil

“I don’t care,” he teases, sliding his hands over my ribs to pull me into him. “And neither do you.”

I smirk to myself and lower my arms to wrap them around his neck, enjoying the way his hard body feels against my soft one. He grinds on me and I move with him hit for hit, bravely running my hands through his messy hair to pull his face down to mine.

Noah never danced with me like this.

He never danced with me period, never took me out for pizza and sat me down on the hood of his car by the beach, never made me laugh until my insides hurt or looked at me like I’m the hottest girl he’s ever seen.

Xander doesn’t have that problem.

The fact that he’s not even trying to hide his hunger for me turns me on more than I care to admit, and I’m pretty sure I’m in way over my head here.

I shouldn’t be doing this with him.

He’s bad and I’m good – or at least that’s what I’m supposed to be – but right now, I don’t give a fuck.

He slides his hands down to my ass and I moan before I can stop it, tightening my grip on his hair while I drop my eyes to his mouth. My heart races and I run my tongue over my lips, wanting it more than my next breath but too chicken to take it.

“Fuck, baby,” he rasps, sounding just as worked up as I am. “You want me to kiss you, don’t you?”

I nod without thinking and he smashes his mouth on mine, eagerly digging his fingers into my ass to pull me in further. I can’t get close enough and it seems he feels the same way, because then I’m in the air and he’s moving us towards the wall, pushing me up against it to trap my body with his. I bite his lip and he groans into my mouth, pulling my jaw down with his free hand to open me up for him. His piercing slides across my tongue and I moan again, thankful it’s too loud in here for anyone but him to hear the noises I’m making.

“Xan.”

“What, baby?”

“Take me home.”

He freezes at that, pulling back an inch to bounce his eyes between mine. “What?”

“Take me home,” I repeat, slower this time. “Now.”

He stares at me for a solid ten seconds and I almost think he’s about to tell me no, but then he grins like the devil he is and slides his thumb over his bottom lip, taking my hand to pull me out towards the exit. We get outside and I turn right to head to the parking lot, freezing when he pulls me back and takes me over to the first yellow cab parked up on the side of the road.

“What about your car?”

“I’ll get it tomorrow.”

He opens the back door for me and ushers me inside, giving the driver my address while he slides in to sit beside me. I frown at the worn fabric beneath my ass and run my finger over the hole next to my bare thigh, squealing when Xander snatches my waist and pulls me over to set me down on his lap.

“What the hell are you doing?” I hiss, but he just smirks and spreads my thighs apart so that I’m straddling him.

“Hey,” the driver says, craning his neck from the front seat to get a look at us. “Put her back–”

Xander passes him a few fifty dollar bills and he shuts his mouth, muttering something about horny fucking kids while he pockets the cash and continues driving. I scrunch my nose at him and Xander pulls my eyes back to his, moving in to kiss the crook of my neck.

“Ignore him, baby. He’s just jealous.”

“Jealous of what?”

“The fact that you’re mine and not his,” he says, moving his hands down to squeeze my ass over my dress.

My pussy throbs and I clench my thighs around him, digging my nails into his shoulders to relieve some of the pressure. “I told you I’m not yours.”

“Yet,” he repeats, gently sucking on the flesh beneath my ear. “But you will be. Really fuckin’ soon.”

I pretend he didn’t say that and run my hands over his chest, pausing to study the silver cross hanging around his neck. It’s clearly fake considering there’s barely any weight to it, probably one of those things you can pick up at the gift shop on the beach for a few dollars, if that, but the way he wears it every day without fail makes me think it’s worth more to him than any diamond. He allows me to do my thing and I move my hands over his shoulders, then up to his face to brush my thumbs over the two circular piercings on either side of his nose.

“Did they hurt?” I ask, pulling his bottom lip down to get a look at the little bar in his tongue.

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