He didn’t answer. It would become clear soon enough and anyway, he didn’t want to waste any time talking about what he was going to do. He just wanted to fucking do it.
Shifting, he settled his hands just above the inside of her knees, holding her legs spread wide. Then he bent and nuzzled the soft, tender skin of her inner thighs. She tensed in anticipation, her breath catching audibly. “Xavier . . .”
He didn’t wait, licking her, straight up the middle of her pussy then lingering on her hard little clit. She cried out, her body tensing like she’d been electrocuted. But he didn’t stop because she tasted like heaven. Like honey and apples, all tart and tangy and sweet at the same time. He couldn’t get enough, licking her again and again, spreading her silky, slick folds with his fingers so he could explore her as much as he could.
Mia twisted and he felt her fingers push into his hair, gripping onto him so tightly it was like she was trying to pull it out by the roots. He ignored the slight pain, his tongue finding the entrance to her body and pushing in deep, loving the high, desperate sound of the cry she made.
Her hips lifted helplessly against his tongue, so he put his hands on her hips and held her down, keeping her still as he licked in and out of her, then finding her clit again and licking that too, circling and teasing. Making her sob.
He loved that he could do that to her. Loved that he could give her this kind of pleasure. Loved that he could make her hold onto him so tightly. None of those other women he’d had over all the years had never held him like that, as if they never wanted to let him go.
You never want her to.
The thought sat in his mind, bright like a star. No, he didn’t. Never.
Her gaze came to his, black in her flushed face, and he felt like he saw the answer to a question he hadn’t known he wanted to ask. It was raw and desperate and it reached inside him and closed around his heart like a hand. Not squeezing hard enough to cause pain, but holding on all the same. Firmly and yet with tenderness, keeping it safe.
He knew he should look away, because that feeling cut him open in a way he wasn’t expecting. Yet he couldn’t. She held him as fast and as tight as he was holding her.
So he kept his gaze on hers as he touched his tongue delicately to her clit, teasing her until he saw the pleasure light up her sharp, lovely face, her hips arching helplessly, her cries of release echoing around him.
Something ached in his chest, the feeling of a hand wrapped around his heart lingering, and he had to look away from her, the sight of her suddenly too much for him.
You’ve made a huge mistake, you know that, right?
No. He was done with thinking right now. It never led anywhere good.
As Mia shook in his arms, he moved away slightly, reaching over to the nightstand drawer and tugging it open. He took out one of the many condoms he kept there, ripped open the packet, and rolled the latex down on himself.
Then he looked at the woman stretched out under him. Her eyes were so dark, fathomless, and when he met her gaze, she lifted her arms to him. As if she wanted to hold him as badly as he wanted to hold her.
Big mistake. Not for her. For you.
He blinked, his chest suddenly painfully tight. Without really thinking about what he was doing, he gripped her hips and turned her over so she was facedown on the pillows.
“Xavier?” She began to twist her head around, but he put a hand to the back of her neck, easing her back down gently.
“Stay there,” he murmured. “Just stay like that.
What the fuck are you doing?
Nothing. He’d simply decided he’d take her from behind, no biggie. Nothing to do with the way she was looking at him or how it would feel to have her arms wind around him and hold him tightly the way she’d done every night for the past week.
Nothing to do with the weird, growing pressure in his chest that he couldn’t figure out and didn’t know what to do with.
He slipped a hand beneath her, lifting her hips, parting the soft, wet folds of her pussy with gentle fingers. She shuddered, her hands fisting the pillows, jerking in his grip.
He didn’t look at her, keeping his gaze down between her thighs as he guided his cock into her, pressing in lightly at first, then more firmly, unable to stop his breath from catching as her pussy gripped his cock tight.
“Xavier.” His name was a soft, hoarse whisper. “Oh, God . . .”
Flexing his hips, he drove himself deep into all that slick, wet heat, the sound of her gasping breath like the stroke of her hand down his spine. And he had to pause there a second, just to get himself the fuck together and not embarrass himself like a teenage boy with his first Victoria’s Secret catalogue.
She was lying on her front, her hair like a churning black waterfall cascading down her spine, deep and dark against her pale skin. She’d turned her head to the side, so he could see her full red mouth and the hectic color in her cheeks. Christ, she was so beautiful.