slowly step inside. The room is dark but softly illuminated by a sliver of light provided by the streetlight outside.
“Let me turn on the light,” Xander says.
I reach for him, moving my hands up his back, underneath his jacket. “No. All I need is to be with you.”
Xander begins to peel off my coat, and I slip out of it, letting it drop to the floor. He shrugs out of his jacket and throws it aside. His mouth reclaims mine, and my body melts into his, craving his hardness, his heat, the scent of him. Xander’s hands slide up underneath my shirt. I suck in a breath the second I feel his rough skin. His hot touch. Our kissing intensifies as his hands move up towards my breasts.
“You’re so perfect,” he murmurs against my lips as he takes one of my breasts in his hand. “So beautiful.”
I moan with pleasure as he begins to stroke me. I grow heated. Full of desire. God, I need Xander. I need for us to be together, our bodies entwined and making love. Now.
Always.
“I want you underneath me,” Xander whispers against my skin, his breath hot and heavy with need. Then he finds my pulse point on my neck and presses his lips against it, sending me frantic with desperation for him. “I want you underneath me in my bed.”
“Please,” I manage to say. “Please touch me. Make love to me.”
He tugs off my shirt. I unbutton my jeans, and as I’m sliding them over my hips, Xander takes over, his hands moving over my hips and down my thighs as he pulls the jeans down to the floor. I step out of my shoes and jeans, standing before him in my bra and knickers.
Xander takes no time to rip off his jumper and T-shirt, throwing them aside. He flicks open his belt, and I suck in my breath at how rapidly he’s undressing. Before I know it, he’s standing before me in his boxers. Then he scoops me up into his arms. The second I feel his hot skin on mine, my heart beats strong and fast for this man. For this man who wants to take me to a place he has taken no other woman before.
He carries me to the bed and gently places me on top of it, the crisp coolness of his sheets a stark contrast to the hotness of his skin.
“Xander,” I plead, as I need him on top of me. I need his warmth. His weight. His raw masculinity. “I want you.”
His body drops onto mine, pinning me hard to the mattress. Now his mouth is hot and urgent, his tongue invading mine with precision. Xander has a mission now, and I can feel it as his muscles are all hard and hot and rigid. I reach for his hips, pressing him into my pelvis. He groans with primal desire. Xander moves one hand around my back, unhooking my bra with one flick of his fingertips. Then, with his teeth, he grabs one of my bra straps and guides it down my arm. Then I gasp as his tongue glides along the edge of my lacy bra cup.
“Oh!” I gasp, bowing up to him, desperate for him to take more.
To take it all.
“I want you so much,” he says into my skin, his breath hot and moist against my breast. “God, I need you.”
I tangle my fingers in his hair, down to his neck, across the powerful, straining muscles in his back.
“I can’t hold back tonight,” he says, the passion rising in his voice.
“I don’t want you to,” I say, breathing hard. “Come to me, Xander. Don’t wait.”
His mouth devours mine as our limbs tangle together. Xander reaches one hand over to the bedside table, retrieving a condom from it. He pauses, tears it open with his teeth, and reclaims my mouth with a kiss as he holds it in his hand. Within minutes the rest of our clothing is frantically stripped off and protection is taken care of.
And we both surrender our hearts and desires for each other in his bed.
Chapter Twenty-One
Gates
Mm. That feels so good.
My eyelids stay closed as I slowly begin to wake up. I feel fingers stroking my hair. Then slowly travelling down the length of my neck, following the curve to my shoulder. The touch is light. Gentle. Yet I feel the roughness of the skin touching mine.
The stroking continues, gliding down my shoulder to my arm, and then the fingertips glide