Page 29 of Vodka and Violets (The Hamiltons)

She laughed. “I am, and you’re still taking too much time.”

He had to laugh with her, even as he turned to hold her up against the wall, while he unfastened his pants with one hand.

Her eyes grew wide when he slipped his hand between them and tugged her panties to one side, grateful for the skirt she was wearing.

“Wha … oh!” Her eyes closed and her head fell back against the wall, when he slid a finger inside her while teasing her clit with his thumb.

“I didn’t want to waste any more time.”

He loved her even more when she ground down on his hand at the same time that she said, “It’s not your fingers I’m after.”

He withdrew his hand and guided himself to her entrance, pinning her hard to the wall before lowering her onto him as he thrust deep and hard.

“Xander!”

“Horny,” he breathed as he bit her neck, loving the way her fingers dug into his shoulders as she clung tight to him.

“Harder! Faster! More, Xander, more!”

He gave her what she asked for, driving harder and faster than he’d dared with her before. She kept surprising him with just how much she demanded of him. She was so wet, so tight, he wasn’t going to last.

“Oh god, Xander! Yes!”

She clamped down on him, pulsating around him, demanding his release. He closed his eyes and threw his head back, seeing stars as he gave her all that he had. He came so hard that he had to let her slide to the floor as his knees went weak.

She brought her hand up to cup his cheek. She was so goddamn beautiful. He claimed her mouth in a deep kiss that he hoped could tell her everything that he didn’t have words for in that moment.

When they came up for air, her eyes twinkled as she nodded at him. “Romantic as hell!”

He shook his head at her. “If this is your idea of romance, I’ll be as romantic as you like.”

“I hope so.”

He nuzzled his face into her neck and picked her up again, carrying her to the bed where he dumped her unceremoniously.

She laughed and held her arms up to him. “Want to try the snuggly sleeping thing now?”

“Yeah, sprite. I do.”

Chapter Eight

“Romantic,” Tori murmured when she looked down at the way Xander was holding her hand.

He rolled his eyes at her but didn’t let go as he led her toward the café where they were meeting Brock.

“Call it whatever you like, sprite. I’m not worried. You can say I’m romantic, you can say I’m horny, but I know what I am.”

“Oh yeah? And what are you?”

He tugged her hand, pulling her closer until she was standing toe to toe with him. There was an intensity in his gray eyes as they looked down into hers. “I’m in love, that’s what I am.”

Her heart felt as though it exploded in her chest. She rolled up onto her tiptoes and pressed a kiss to his lips. “Oh, Xander! I love you, too.”

He slid his arms around her waist and crushed her to his chest as he kissed her forehead. “We finally made it. We’re there, aren’t we?”

She nodded happily. “I don’t want to tempt fate by saying it, but yes, I believe we are.”

“Hey, guys!” They both turned to see Brock hurrying down the sidewalk grinning at them. “It makes me happy to see this.” He nodded at them. “I always knew it was just a matter of time.”

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