Breathe for Me(28)

He chuckled. “I don’t mind.”

As it turned out, Xander liked dirty.



An hour later Chelsea returned to the living room after a quick shower. Xander sat on the floor wearing only boxers as he carefully separated and transplanted her small herbs into the containers they’d be in for the display.

“You don’t have to do that,” she said, looking guiltily at the dirt already wedged under his fingertips.

He looked over the top of the pot he was holding. “I know I don’t have to, I want to.” He went back to the task.

Chelsea sat opposite and resumed transplanting a few million more of her own. To her surprise, Xander kept pace, his hands working gently and quickly.

“You’re pretty efficient,” she said.

“I used to grow vegetables for my mother,” he said, carefully pressing a small plant into position.

“Those red peppers, huh?”

“You got it,” he winked.

So they’d grown their own? Had he had a totally at-home cook-grow-create kind of mom? Nice.

“My mother gives me horrendous gardening advice,” she said to keep the line of conversation open. “Endlessly.”

He laughed. “I know how it feels.” He glanced over at the long troughs she had ready for the transplanting.

“I bet your mom doesn’t call you as often as mine calls me.” Chelsea said wryly.

“Probably not. But maybe I get more intense sessions when she does,” he chuckled.

“Do you have siblings?” Chelsea asked, unable to stifle her curiosity.

He shook his head.

“Does your mother have a new partner?”

He shook his head again. “How did you smuggle all this stuff in? I don’t think they want market gardens established in the apartments.”

Chelsea smiled. Yeah, he didn’t want to talk family. “Brad helped. So did Terry.”

“Ah, of course,” he drawled. “You have your bunch of heroes.”

“They’re not my heroes,” she denied with a frown.

He looked at her again. “They’d carry you off in a heartbeat.”

She felt her cheeks heat. “That’s not what I want.”

“No. No being rescued for you, huh?” His lips twisted wryly.

She shook her head.

“There’s nothing wrong with accepting a little help though, is there,” he sent her a sly look.

“I guess,” she answered softly, knowing he was making a point. And given her ‘help’ was all but naked, there was lots very, very right.

That night, she slept the best she had in months, held in his strong arms. She figured she was worn out from the backbreaking work and the intense sex. She had no nightmares—no dreams at all. Wasn’t remotely conscious of anything until she felt the gentle touches. The kisses. The suction on her nipples, the wicked tongue sliding south to her clit. A warm way to be woken—to make her open and easy. She smiled and opened her eyes. The moment she did, he slid to the hilt inside.

“Good morning,” he muttered, pressing a kiss to her throat.

She arched up, trying to let him plunge further to satisfy the searing hunger so deep inside. He chuckled as she clutched his butt to stop him slipping too far out. He established a rolling, maddening rhythm. She moaned. She could so get used to this.

“Always ready for me. Always willing.”

She wasn’t sure if it was a comment, or an order, but satisfaction at his pleasure smoldered in her cells. His intensity heated her own.

He pulled back and circled his hips teasingly before thrusting harder. “Come.”

That was an order. And one she couldn’t ignore.

He watched her. She knew he watched her. And it was only when she tipped over the edge that she felt him gather his strength and channel it into her in long driving movements.

An hour later he roused her again with a shake to her shoulder. “I’m going for a dip on the roof.”

“You swim everyday?” she asked sleepily.

“Absolutely.” He shot her a look. “I like the feel of the sun on my back.” He paused, like he was waiting for her to reciprocate and say something more.

So she did. But she was wide awake now and it wasn’t about swimming. “And you run every day too?” Even Sundays?

The smallest sigh escaped him. “Yes.” He kissed her. “I’ll be back in an hour. Be ready for me.”

“Shall I even bother to get dressed?”

“Yes.” He laughed. “We’re going out.”

He’d gone before she’d had a chance to ask more.

She quickly showered and dressed, stupidly excited about the idea. This was going past their established boundaries again, but he’d been away and they’d missed a few nights, so this was just catch-up, right? He was probably taking her to a different venue—some outdoor sex perhaps, or a wild hotel in which to indulge some other outrageous fantasy?

She clenched her thighs together to stop her excitement mounting so soon and rolled her eyes at her physical reaction to mere thoughts. But it wasn’t just the sex she was anticipating so fiercely. It was just the fact she’d be spending more time with him.

“Where are we going?” she asked when he knocked on her door again.

“It’s a surprise.” He didn’t walk into her apartment but waited for her to walk out before checking her door. Then he took her hand and led her to the elevator and hit the button for the exit level.

Her nerves twanged sharply when he stepped out on the pavement and scanned the road. Less than ten seconds later a car service pulled in. Her discomfort must have been written on her face because he leaned close and kissed her. Another of those too-soothing, comforting kisses.

She pulled back and tried to tease, to keep them on the straight and sex-only. “You are so one track.”

“You love me for it.”

She snorted and shook her head as she got into the car—glad the action hid her eyes from his. Not love. Definitely not love. But she was beginning to like an awful lot.

“So where are we going?” she asked again when he slid into the back seat beside her and nodded for the driver to go.

“It’s a surprise.”

He wasn’t going to tell her. So she let him lead the conversation—telling her about the project he’d been working on in Houston. She told him about some of the other work her Institute had been doing.

Finally the car pulled over and she looked out the window. An aquarium? Seriously?

“What are we doing here?” she asked as she got out of the car.

“Just hanging out.”

He looked innocent enough but there was something in his tone. Something about it made her suspicious.

“Is it open?”

“Not to the public. They’re still fixing things after that last storm but they’re reopening any day.”

“So how can you get in?”

“I worked on their security system.”

“I thought you specialized in bars and clubs.”

“Restaurants, hotels, lots of entertainment venues, yes. But it’s fun having diversity in my clients.”

“I guess this is diverse.” She looked at the big sign with the fish logo. “So this is a business meeting?”

He shook his head. “No, I thought you might like have a private peek before they reopen next week.”

“Okay.” She couldn’t help the feeling there was more to this than he was saying.

“They take really good care of the animals,” he said, opening the door for her to walk in. “Do a lot of good research as well as operate an education and entertainment thing.” He waved at a woman working behind the glass reception. The woman waved back but Xander didn’t stop to chat. He led Chelsea straight into one room off the side, clearly familiar with the layout. It was darker. Chelsea saw the enormous fish tanks. That was a lot of water.

“I’ve always liked the seahorses,” he said. “And the jellyfish. With the neon uplight they look like something from outer space. Beautiful and weird and mesmerizing.”

She stayed at the edge of the room and only briefly glanced at the fish. “Yeah they are.” They were graceful, but this room was too dark.

“There’s a really big shark pool.” He walked back out to the corridor, stopping at the end to face her. “We go can underneath the tank, through a tunnel. It’s perfectly safe.”

His effort to reassure didn’t help. He thought she was scared. And she was. It might be a tunnel, but they’d still be going beneath the water.

She swallowed. “I um…”

He took hold of her hand before she could finish her sentence. His grip tightened almost instantly and she saw him take a double glance at her. It was a sweltering summer’s day, yet her hand was ice-cold and damp.

“You okay?” he asked outright.

She said nothing.

“You know,” he said quietly, keeping a tight hold of her hand. “There’s an exhibit outside that you might like more.”

“There is?” She leaped at the chance to avoid the tunnel thing.

“Yeah.” His smile appeared. “Come on.”

They retraced their steps along the corridor and then he opened another door.

The bright light outside made her blink after the semi-darkness of the tanks inside, but she still registered what he was leading her to. The cutest aqua-theater—painted bright blue with a small stand of seats. It wasn’t huge, but it was beautiful.