When Stars Collide (Light in the Dark #2) - Micalea Smeltzer Page 0,30
other people’s feelings, but I’m done with that because what I want is important too and I want Xander in a way I’ve never wanted another person before. It’s always been him, and while getting married wasn’t in my plans, it might not be the worst thing that’s ever happened—not that I’m going to tell him that.
He moves suddenly so my back is pressed into the bed and he hovers above me. I arch up, missing the feel of his body pressed to mine, and he obliges by lowering so we’re flush. I nearly sigh in relief and wrap my legs around his waist. He groans and his hands slide up my shirt, little by little, until he finds my breasts. I’m not wearing a bra and he makes a sound of approval, deepening the kiss. He cups my breasts, and even though they’re not the largest in the world, he doesn’t seem to mind.
He breaks the kiss long enough to tear my shirt off and then his lips are back. This kiss is unlike any other I’ve ever had. It’s like we’re dancing to a song that only the two of us know. His thumb rubs against my nipple and my hips buck.
“Xander,” I moan into his mouth, but the word is barely distinguishable as English. “Please,” I beg, but I don’t really know what I’m begging for.
He kisses down my neck, between my breasts, and over my stomach.
When he reaches the area above my sleep shorts, he presses one last kiss and then looks at me with heated eyes.
My heart sounds like thunder in my ears, drowning out my thoughts.
I can see Xander warring with himself, with whether or not he should stop, and frankly, I don’t know what I want him to do. The rational part of my brain screams that we shouldn’t do this, but fuck it, I want to.
“Thea,” he whispers and he sounds pained. I think maybe he wants me to stop him, but I can’t. I can’t find the words, because my throat is clogged with everything I want and don’t want to say.
He moves back up my body and kisses me deeply, branding himself on my soul. My fingers wind into his hair and I tug on the dark strands.
His hand ghosts over my stomach and slips beneath my shorts. I gasp and then bite his lip as he slips a finger inside me. I clench around him and I’m pretty sure I whimper.
His touch is heaven and hell all in one.
His eyes find mine and they’re shimmering with desire. I can’t believe that he’s looking at me like that.
I grasp his face between my hands and our lips hover near each other, barely touching, sharing breaths.
His eyes dart down, looking beneath the covers where his hand disappears. I whimper as he applies more pressure and my breath picks up.
Close. So close.
And then I fall off the ledge and he drowns out my cry of pleasure with a kiss.
He pulls his hand from my shorts and lays down, draping my body across his. I can barely breathe but I start to move, to give him the relief he just gave me, but he shakes his head and tightens his hold on me so I can’t move.
“This was about you, not me.”
I lay my head on his chest. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re too nice?”
He chuckles. “Maybe once or twice.”
“Your blue balls are going to hate you later,” I warn him.
He chuckles and kisses the end of my nose. “Yeah, well, some sacrifices are worth it. Baby steps,” he murmurs and kisses me again, this time on the lips, but it’s simply a peck unlike the passionate one from moments before. Just the same, it leaves me weak in the knees.
It’s in this moment that I realize I’m dangerously close to falling in love with Xander.
When you’ve already loved someone the way I’ve loved him for years, it’s all too easy to fall over the edge into a new kind of love.
A better kind of love.
A forever kind of love.
Xander looks like a kid in a candy store as we stand in the little waiting room and Prue is carried in. I’m seriously expecting him to break out into song and dance at any second.
The nurse hands her to him and he looks like he’s going to explode from happiness. He looks to me with a goofy grin on his face and I find myself smiling in response.