When Stars Collide (Light in the Dark #2) - Micalea Smeltzer Page 0,44
grab onto his back, my fingernails digging into his skin, but he doesn’t protest.
He holds onto my hips and pulls out slowly, then slowly back in. I’m desperate for more, but I feel like we need to take it slow this time.
He lowers his head and his hair brushes against my forehead and his nose rubs against mine. His lips meet mine a moment later and I kiss him back with fervor. My skin is heated and it’s not just from the friction. It’s from the overwhelming feelings welling inside me.
His hands move to cup my breasts once more, his thumbs rubbing against my pebbled nipples. My hips move against his, our rhythm evenly matched.
He presses kisses down my neck and over my breasts. My head falls to the side and he quickly grasps my chin, forcing my gaze back to his. My breaths leave me in short pants and sweat slicks my skin. I press my hands to his chest, sliding them down his abs, and hooking them around his hips, pushing him more fully into me.
He bites my bottom lip and I moan. My fingers delve into his hair and my tongue tangles with his.
He wrenches his lips from mine and pants, “You have no idea. No fucking idea.”
When my eyes connect with his I think to myself: I know, Xander, because I feel the same. But I don’t say that—and even if I wanted to, I don’t have the breath to spare.
His fingers dig into my hips once more, angling them up. The change forces him into me deeper and I grasp at the sheets so I don’t fly away.
When I look up at him, I find that he’s biting his lip, eyes closed, head thrown back.
I decide then and there that this is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, watching him lose himself because of me.
As if he can sense me watching him, his eyes open and fuck. The force of the emotions in his eyes is enough to knock me down—you know, if I wasn’t already on my back with my legs in the air for him.
Seeing that look in his eyes, coupled with the sensations already running through me, I lose it. My orgasm hits me and I scream. I’ve never been a screamer, but the sound tears from my throat before I even realize what’s happening.
“Fuck,” he groans, pumping into me faster, the veins in his arms and neck standing out. “Fuck,” he repeats, and then a soft cry of, “Thea.”
And then he finds his own release, his fingers digging into my hips. There will definitely be bruises there in the morning, but I don’t care. Not one bit.
His lips find mine and he kisses me greedily as we both come down from our high.
Already I feel exhausted—like I could sleep for five years.
Xander slowly pulls out of me and I flinch.
“Did I hurt you?” he asks worriedly.
I blink up at him. “No, just missing your cock already.”
He shakes his head at me. “You and your mouth.”
I pout. “You love my mouth.”
His eyes zero in on my pursed lips and he mutters, “Hell yes I do.”
He goes to clean up, and I lie in the middle of his bed, unable to move.
He returns a few minutes later and moves me so my head is on the pillow and I’m under the covers. He slides in behind me and wraps his arms around my body.
I relax against him as my eyes grow heavier.
Right about now, I should be having regrets and freaking the fuck out, but I’m not.
Instead, I’m the happiest I’ve ever been and I’m terrified that it’s all about to change.
In my experience, when things are too good to be true, it’s usually because they are. I just really hope that’s not the case here.
Best weekend of my life, and as such, it ends too soon.
I slip out of Thea’s bed early Monday morning and scribble a note, laying it on the pillow beside her. I have to get out of here and head to practice when I’d much rather stay right here in the peaceful cocoon of her room and pretend the outside world doesn’t exist. Rae and Cade came back last night and immediately I felt both Thea and I shift into a different mode. One where we’re careful about every movement we make and everything we say.
I fucking hate it.
But I’ll do whatever it takes to make her happy, and right now, she’s not ready to tell her brother.