“What?”
“It’s my sister, and I know her. She wouldn’t waste an opportunity to say something if—where are your shoes?” He’s looking down at my feet, which I have been bouncing back and forth on.
“Well–” a yelp leaves me as I’m lifted into the air. I look around, and all I see is the ground and legs. “What are you doing? Put me down!”
“You have no shoes on, and you’ve been standing out here for God knows how long. I’m carrying you inside, and we’re warming you up.” We’re heading inside before I even get another word out. I feel like my top half is bouncing on his shoulder, which is ultimately making me feel sick to my stomach. I grab hold of his lower back and support myself up. It doesn’t help. Not because my stomach still hurts, but because I now have a focused frame of Xavier’s ass, and I don’t think I’ve ever been so attracted to a man’s ass.
The way his ass looks in those jeans though?
Criminal.
I’m snapped out of my trance when I’m plopped onto a chair. Getting my bearings right, I realize that we’re at the kitchen table.
“Stay.” He sternly tells me as he straightens, moving around the kitchen. The water in the sink begins running, and he reaches under the sink, pulling out what looks like a water basin before testing the water with the inside of his wrist. When the basin is filled to his satisfaction, he takes it out and walks my way. He kneels down in front of me and places the basin to his side. Next thing I know, he’s grabbing my right foot and stripping off my sock before doing the same to the other.
“Seems like this is becoming a pattern.” Looking down at him on his knees stirs something in me. When it first happened with my ankle, I was in too much pain to notice anything. This time around, I’m starting to recognize the sexual tension that it stirs in me by seeing this big bulky man kneeling for me, and I flash back to that night in the tub.
He looks up at me with a raised eyebrow in question, and I chuckle. “You know…you, on your knees in front of me.” I wave my hand in his direction. “This isn’t the first time.” His face morphs into a smirk that I swear causes a flood in my panties. He leans forward, and his voice is dangerously low as he says.
“Trust me dollface. When I’m on my knees for you, the only pain you’ll feel is when it’s followed with pleasure.” My mouth drops open, my brain short circuiting at the words that just came out of his mouth. I’ve only confirmed that it’s real when a chuckle falls from his mouth as he continues to place my bare feet into warm water. My feet begin to tingle as the cold dissipates from my bones.
Xavier stands and leans forward, causing me to fall backward on my chair until his hands rest on either side of me. I have to tilt my head back to keep eye contact with him as he begins to speak.
“Now– I’m going to go upstairs and get you some clean socks. You’re going to stay here and wait for me to come back. Then, we are going to go make an appearance at dinner.” All I can manage to do is nod my head, because his closeness is intoxicating, and if I’m honest, I still haven’t fully recovered from the comment he made earlier.
That damn smirk appears on his face again before he leans closer. His lips are so close that all I’d need to do is lean forward slightly and they’d be connecting. His lips smash with mine in a quick, punishing kiss. I’m still registering that we’re kissing as he pulls away. “Good girl,” he murmurs, before he straightens and turns away from me. I watch him as he walks away in pure astonishment. My fingers reach up and graze my lips, still feeling the tingle from that kiss.
What was that?
Chapter Eighteen
Xavier
Ihavetoadjustmyselfas I make my way out of the room. The mere mention of being on my knees made my cock painfully hard, and I don’t think she realizes just how willing I’d be to be on my knees, worshipping her. My control snapped when I pushed my lips onto hers. I’ve been thinking about her mouth since the first time my lips pressed against hers on Thanksgiving.
It took every ounce of control not to deepen our kiss, nipping and pulling her plush lips into my mouth.
But I couldn’t do that, especially not in front of my family. Besides, this is our agreement. We’d agreed to display affection so the plan is more believable, but this is something more.
Why did I find myself kissing her when no one was around? Was it the way she felt as I was carrying her? How she stared up at me, joy shining in her eyes? A wave of possessiveness rolled over me when I saw her out in the snow with no shoes on. The only thought in my head was getting her feet warm.
Skipping steps, I make my way up to my room. Once I’m there, I go to her bags that are…empty. She must have put her clothes away already. I look through the dresser drawers before I find what I’m looking for. Once I grab the thickest pair I can find, I make my way back downstairs.
Reaching the kitchen, Harper is exactly where I left her. Something in my chest tightens at the fact that she listened to me so well. She seems to be off in her head, her eyes fixated on something. As I close the distance between us, her eyes shoot to me, and a small smile forms on her mouth.
“How are your feet feeling?”
“They’re good.”
“Good. Feet out.” I pass her a towel to dry them off, handing her the new socks as I empty the basin, putting it back under the sink where I got it. I turn back toward her, and she’s standing rubbing her hands over her thighs before she throws her thumb over her shoulder. “Should we head over to dinner? We’redefinitelylate now.” A nervous chuckle leaves her lips.
“It’s fine, I told my mom that we were going to be late. She pushed dinner to five thirty. So,” I grab her hand and head to the next room over. “We’re actually just on time,” I whisper in her ear.
We enter the dining room to find only my parents seated. My dad is whispering something in my moms ear as she leans into him. There’s a soft smile on her face before she laughs, lightly smacking his chest with her hand. When she looks over and sees we walked in, her face shines.
“Come! Sit, sit!” She encourages us to join them.
Leading Harper, I have her sit in a seat across from my mom, and I sit beside her. When I look up, I see my mom staring at me with affection that I haven’t seen from her in a long time. Unsure how to take that, I readjust in my seat, putting my arm around Harper’s chair. My mom and Harper begin talking about Christmas traditions. As their conversation deepens, I excuse myself to mix us a drink. My dad slides up beside me and begins to refill his own.
