Once Bitten, Twice Dead - By Bianca D'Arc Page 0,58

nipples with just the right amount of pressure, he was already exceeding any expectations that may have formed in her mind about Xavier as a lover.

He pinched the tips of her breasts again, making her squeak in appreciation. His concentration on the task was near total. She liked the way he looked at her, the way he touched her. Hell, she liked everything about him so far. From the way he handled his weapon to the way he handled her. Now, she’d learn if he handled the weapon in his trousers as well as he did everything else. She didn’t think she’d be disappointed.

But he still had that darn olive-drab T-shirt on. It molded every sexy ripple of his abdomen and chest, but she wanted to see him naked. She didn’t want any barrier between her questing hands and his skin. Sarah tugged at the hem of the T-shirt, wanting the offending garment gone.

Xavier took pity on her and pulled the shirt off with one arm. She watched in awe as his torso was exposed, all that tanned flesh and hard muscles with just a smattering of silky brown hair across his pecs and in a tight arrow down to his belt buckle. The belt had to go. That’s all there was to it. She wanted to see where that intriguing trail of hair led. She wanted to see what she had only felt before—the hard cock that she wanted so desperately to feel inside her.

Just the thought made her mouth water in anticipation as Xavier’s light, musky aroma made her insides clench. He smelled delicious. Good enough to eat. They’d barely done more than kiss and she was already wet and wanting, squirming in her perch on the couch.

“Xavier, I don’t want to wait.”

“You’re sure about this, Sarah? Once I have you, there’s no going back for either of us. I’ll want you again and I’ll do my best to keep you under me as often as possible while we’re not on duty.” His voice dropped as he touched his forehead to hers, holding her gaze. “I’m a starving man, desperate for you, Sarah.”

The harshness of his tone touched a chord deep inside her. She felt the reverberations right through her midsection and down into the part of her that wanted to feel his possession so desperately.

“I want you, Xavier. And if you live up to your advertising”—she felt confident enough to tease him—“I’ll be happy to go along with those plans. Eager, even.”

She smiled at him and he grinned back. They’d come to an understanding. Xavier reached for her, flipping her over and laying her down on the wide, overstuffed couch. He stripped off her pants and panties. She’d kicked off her shoes when they’d entered her home, so they weren’t a hindrance, unlike his boots, which would take a few minutes to unlace enough to get off. Precious minutes she didn’t want to waste.

When she was naked, he spread her legs, lifting one to the back of the couch with her full cooperation. Her other foot was planted on the floor in front of the couch, giving her a little leverage. He paused at the sight of the big gauze bandage on her thigh. The muscle had almost finished regenerating, but the skin was still tight.

“Does it hurt?” he asked in a gentle voice.

“Not much. It’s almost healed. Just a little scab left.”

He traced the edges of the bandage with light fingers. “I’ll be careful, Sarah, but let me know if I hurt you. I don’t ever want to hurt you.”

Their eyes met and she saw tenderness in his gaze she hadn’t really expected. Throat tight with emotion, she nodded and he seemed satisfied. The heat flared in his gaze as his attention turned to the object of his desire.

Xavier’s fingers toyed with her exposed flesh as he looked his fill. He had talented fingers that really knew their way around a woman’s body. When he parted the soft curls at the juncture of her thighs, she gasped.

“You’re wet, Sarah.” He smiled with satisfaction as her gaze met his. “I’m flattered.”

“Don’t make me wait, Xavier. I need…” She trailed off with a gasp as one of his thick, strong fingers slid up her channel with little warning. Oh, yeah, that’s what she needed. More of that.

“You’re tight, sweetheart. It’s been a while for you, hasn’t it.” The question was spoken as a statement and he didn’t wait for an answer. Instead, he started moving that finger of