He plunged his fingers into warm silk, and she let her head loll back into his touch.
“A crush?” he murmured into her ear. “Is that what I am to you? Because what I feel for you is so far beyond that.” He gently kneaded her nape.
She didn’t answer his question, just stared out through the window at the gathering darkness outside.
Damn.He’d killed the mood with this heavy talk of feelings. He cleared his throat and shifted away. “Well, the water should be hot by now.”
Hannah chewed her lip, a tell she displayed when debating with herself. Then, bless all the tiny angels, she lifted her legs onto his lap again and placed her palm over his thundering heart. “You know, I can’t get Zora’s words out of my head.”
Xander froze, unsure of her intent. Moving gingerly, he rested his hand on her knee. She nestled into his side and nuzzled the crook of his neck with a sexy hum that electrified his nerves.
“Zora says my rumination is blinding me to possibilities.” She traced his jawline with her fingertip. “And meeting you has opened my eyes to what I’ve been missing.”
Desire roared through him, as powerful as the surf. He held his breath while she studied his face for a long moment, then pressed her lips to his.
It took every ounce of control he had not to plunder her hot, wet mouth, but he restrained his inner beast and let her take what she wanted.
Her breath fanned over his cheek. “Is this okay, Xander?”
“Okay? This is fuckin’ magnificent.” He pulled her to straddle him and filled his hands with the soft curves of her ass.
Kissing Hannah was a revelation of all that a kiss could be, a gliding dance of thrust and parry, an exploration, sharing breath and heat and taste. She suckled his lip, and each deep pull echoed in his groin until his whole body pulsed with need.
She shifted, pressed her heated softness against his erection, andsweet Jesus,she felt so good he nearly died. When he clasped her bare thighs, she moaned, low and sultry. But while he was fumbling with the belt of her robe, she gracefully slid off him and rose to her feet.
“You know,” she said with a devilish grin, “It’s always tricky figuring out the hot and cold water in a new shower. Come give me a hand?”
With a swift gesture, she dropped the robe and stood before him wearing only her clingy sweater and green satin panties. Crooking a finger, she beckoned, then turned and sashayed to the bathroom, her lush hips swaying.
“Yes, ma’am.” He scrambled to follow her.
Heart hammering, core tingling, Hannah pumped feigned confidence into her sultry walk and prayed Xander would take the bait before she chickened out.
The way he ran his fingers through her hair ignited a flame. Hell, everything about the man was enticing—his voice, deep and rich as dark chocolate; his seductive, long-lashed eyes; his flirty banter, his slow touch, as if he wanted to memorize every inch of her body.
He followed hot on her heels, but the RV’s little bathroom was barely big enough for one. So much for her idea of a sexy shower à deux.
She turned to find him inches away, his eyes glittering.
“It’s, uh, tight in here.” She gestured lamely toward the tiny shower stall.
His lips spread in a devilish grin. “There you go again with the dirty talk.” He inched his hands inside her pullover. Callused fingertips scratched deliciously over her bare skin. “May I?”
Breathless, she nodded.
He slid the sweater up and over her head, drinking her in with his ravenous gaze. “Ooh, Hannah.” He tossed the garment onto a towel rack, then skated his palms over her from ribs to hips, leaving a wake of goosebumps.
Glad she’d worn a matching bra and panty set for once instead of her usual mismatched undies, she sucked in her stomach and cocked a hip. She needn’t have bothered posing, though, because Xander’s rapturous expression made it clear how much he liked what he saw, not to mention the erection tenting his gray sweatpants.
“My turn.” She reached for the hem of his Henley, but he beat her to it and whisked the soft, worn shirt over his head, revealing breathtaking, sculpted pecs dusted with dark hair that flowed into an arrow down his taut belly.
“You are stunning,” she murmured. His back was a landscape of rolling muscly hills, his waist narrow, and the contrast between satin skin and crisp chest hair stoked her desire.
“Quit stealing my lines, woman.” He bunched her hair in his fist and pressed a hot kiss to the sensitive skin behind her ear. And then, God help her, he gently tugged, and sparks of pleasure skittering down her spine to pool between her thighs.
This was beyond want. What she felt in Xander’s arms was urgent need, the kind that couldn’t be denied.
His hands slid down to her ass, snugging her tight to his body while he clutched and kneaded her glutes. His hot, heavy cock pulsed against her stomach.
