Page 17 of Xander
At his words, she felt her core flood and her body heat with need.“Yes.”
He removed the gray tank that she’d slept in, but when his hand trailed down her damaged side, he paused.His eyes were glued to her pink lace panties, the ones she’d bought during their trip to Denver for the purpose of tempting him.When he glanced up and met her eyes, the hunger that was etched on his face had her blow out the breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding.She moaned when he trailed a finger along the thin waistband, barely touching her, as he watched the skin under his touch quiver.
His desperate gaze jerked back to hers, and without hesitation, she nodded.
Moving with excruciating slowness, he lowered her panties over her flared hips before he slid his fingers down her inner thighs, until he discarded the slip of material somewhere behind his head.
She held her breath, waiting to see what he would do next.As his gaze roamed over her body, not missing an inch of what she thought was an overly curvy one, she felt as though she was being caressed from his gaze alone.Her skin felt heated, not anything like when she transitioned; instead, it felt as though his hot gaze brought every one of her nerve endings to life.
Her eyes closed as she savored the sensations of his gaze.The rustle of sheets had her groan as he moved away from her, but soon his warm hands were gently pushing apart her thighs.Her eyes popped open when he settled between her legs and his wide shoulders opened her up to his view.Instead of feeling self-conscious as she normally would, she found that Xander’s actions had her panting with need.
His gaze met hers.“Is it okay if I taste you?”
Her strangled moan sounded as close to a yes as she could communicate.When he flattened his tongue near her leaking entrance and licked a swath up her heated lips toward her bundle of nerves, her thoughts unraveled and she couldn’t speak coherently if she tried.
He feasted on her—there was no other word for it—as she gasped and thrashed against the mattress, fisting the sheets as she tried to ground herself to reality.Her words, the ones that she could push past her clogged throat sounded contradictory as she tried to convey that it was too much and not enough at the same time.
“You taste as sweet as I thought you would.”His voice rumbled over her.
She had to bite her lip, preventing a dirty moan that wanted to escape her throat.But she couldn’t concentrate on his voice or his words while the sensations of pleasure she’d never experienced before washed over her.She dropped her head back against the pillow and savored each lick as he went back to tasting her.
Unconsciously, she threaded her fingers through his soft hair and tried not to close her hand into a fist.But when he slid one long finger inside her, she clamped down on him and tightened her grip on his hair.The overwhelming sensations of his tongue, his finger, even his breaths against her heated skin had her chanting his name.
He swirled his tongue around her bud, the first finger then joined by another, adding to the throbbing when he moved both in and out of her with practiced ease.It all had her teetering on the edge.With one last suck on her clit along with the crook of his fingers deep inside her, she shouted her release before she moaned his name in a way that she had tried to prevent earlier.Her body arched off the bed, all her muscles locked down as he drew out her orgasm.
Before she could take a breath, her eyelids fluttered closed and the sounds around her ceased.