“Liar.” He used his fingertips to tease along my soaked slit. “What kind?”
“He wore a mask. He didn’t want her to know who he was.”
God, that was too close for comfort. I didn’t want anyone to know who I was—not truly. I wore a mask of helpfulness.
The golden web of slick, wet lust started to fade as guilt broke through.
Then his fingers drove into me, and I cried out. The guilt and need fought, but his insistent strokes won.
I let them.
I let him carry me away and into the undertow that was Xavier Hastings.
Who needed to breathe anyway?
Suddenly, he pushed me forward, my breasts flattened into the cool tile and he changed the angle of his thrusting fingers. “Let me inside you again.”
“Yes.” I spoke into the misty heat. “Yes.”
The head of his cock slipped between his fingers as Xavier opened me wider for him. I felt exposed and raw and so close that words didn’t matter just then.
Again and again he rocked into me, his fingers playing with my clit until the fullness and sensitivity pushed me past any limits I thought I had.
He held me through it all.
I thought I was going to dissolve and wind my way down the drain, but he held on.
He wrapped an arm around me as the tempo increased, and I was locked inside the shelter of his body as he destroyed me and somehow put me back together.
I turned my head and met his mouth in a wet, messy kiss. He caught my moans too.
Caught everything.
His free hand slapped on the tile and the arm around me slid away so he could grip my hip and drive into me until I was on my toes with each slap of his hips against my ass.
I was full and locked in the haze of the perfect pleasure. Like I was at the very top of a rollercoaster. The drop would feel like death, but I was ready for it.
Except I wasn’t alone on the drop.
He was with me.
I’d never felt glory before. Never felt connected and safe, the way I did with him.
We were both panting and a little delirious from the steam. He still had me pinned and God, he was still inside me.
“I don’t want to leave your perfect pussy.”
I shivered and felt his mouth smile against my shoulder.
Slowly he straightened, and we stumbled out of the shower like we’d had far too much to drink. We didn’t speak, but it wasn’t awkward. We both bundled into the fluffy towels and collapsed on the bed.
At home, I’d never have eaten on my bed, but it felt intimate and perfect at that moment.
We shared each other’s food. They didn’t reheat very well, but it filled the void.
After we ate, we both curled on the lounge chair on my balcony and watched the sun slip behind the trees. I must have dozed off because it was full dark the next time I was fully aware.
Xavier’s arms were still around me and as lovely as it was to be in his arms, he wasn’t the softest guy to cuddle with. He was athletic and warm with all sorts of delicious muscles. Hard ones.
