his jumper, throwing it aside. Oh. My. Lord. His body is everything I fantasised it would be. He’s athletic. Muscular. No tattoos. There’s a rugged, masculine trail of dark hair from his chest to his jeans, disappearing underneath the fabric, which makes my entire body hot with anticipation.
I suck in a breath. I’m done playing with boys.
I’m about to be with a man.
Next, Xander strips off the rest of his clothes, discarding his shoes and jeans. He’s before me in black boxers, and my body grows tight when I see him. I can see how much Xander wants this. And I can also see that he is wonderfully, beautifully large, which makes my pulse pound with yearning.
He reaches for his jeans and grabs his wallet. I watch as he swiftly removes a condom and drops his wallet on the floor. Then he closes the gap between us without touching me.
“I want you to take me in that chair,” he tells me. “As many times as you want.”
I stare up at him. Everything about me is alive, with desire rushing and swirling and mixing within me.
He hands me the condom, wrapping my fingers around it.
“I want you,” he says, running his fingertips through my hair, “to be in complete control. You decide when you want your knickers off. You decide when that condom will be used if we do indeed have sex. You will take and give what you want tonight.”
I’m speechless. He flicks his tongue across my parted lips, tasting me.
“You are so beautiful,” he says gently, his gruff voice changing to a silken caress across my lips. “So exquisite. And you deserve pleasure.”
His hands move over my breasts, cupping them. A whimper escapes me, and he shivers in response to my sounds.
“God,” he whispers. “Your breasts are perfect. And your skin is so soft.”
His hands continue to caress me, cup me, and I lock my arms around the back of his neck and hold on to the desire that is building inside of me. Xander is shaking, and I know the moment is powerful for him, too.
“You feel so right,” he whispers. “So right.”
I feel right.
I could nearly weep with happiness upon hearing those words. Xander begins kissing my body now, his lips moving across my collarbones, down my chest, hovering right above my breasts. I cup his bottom in my hand, feeling his muscles tense and flex in desire. Xander moves backwards, sinking back into the chair, staring at me with a range of emotions in those deep pools of blue. Raw heat. Primal need. Reverence. Affection.
And concern.
Concern that I enjoy this. Concern that I make this moment mine as we make love for the first time.
My heart is full as I straddle across his lap. I sink into him, our bodies entwining. Our heat becomes one as our hands and mouths continue to explore and learn the contours of each other. I feel his hardness again, I hear the groans of pleasure from the back of his throat, and this alpha male could easily take charge, and I would enjoy it.
But that’s not what Xander wants for our first time.
“Do you know,” he murmurs into my neck between kisses, “why I wanted the chair?”
I’m shaking again. I lift my head, hold his face in my hands, and stare down into the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen.
“No,” I whisper back.
His hands span my back, holding me still. “So I can see you have pleasure. I want to see your face. I want to know you are feeling it. I want to see you when you reach it for the first time.”
My throat swells shut while my heart swells full.
“Xander,” I cry out, my voice choking on his name.
“Shh,” he says, brushing his fingertips over my lips. “Just feel. Show me what feels good to you.” He gently moves his hands to my hips, guiding his fingertips over them and pinning me to him. “I am yours, Poppy. All night, we’ll do what you want. What feels good to you. Make love to me. I’m yours.”
I drop my mouth on his, kissing him with all the emotions in my heart.
And then I prepare to take Xander Wales as mine for the night.
Chapter Sixteen
A Spoonful of Tiramisu
“I have never felt so good,” I say, pausing to press a gentle kiss on Xander’s bare chest.
I feel warm, as if I’m glowing from the inside out. I think my bones have melted. I took Xander in that chair, and oh