Page 31 of Broken Track
I lower myself onto his lap, straddling him, my hands cradling his face.
“This is what I want,” I whisper. “I want you, Xavier. Every piece of you. Every kiss, every touch, every moment. I want to wake up tomorrow knowing I gave my first time to the man I love.”
His breath shudders, and for the first time, I see something raw in his eyes.
“This is my first time loving someone like this,” he admits softly. “Really loving them.”
I stroke my thumb over his jaw. “Then we’ll figure it out together.”
A small smile tugs at his lips. “Yeah?”
I nod. “Yeah.”
Then he kisses me deep, slow, and unhurried, and this time, there’s no hesitation. A slow burn ignites in my stomach. He wants to savor this.
He lifts my tank top, dragging the fabric over my head. His eyes darken as he takes me in. I stand, and Xavier’s hands slide lower, unbuttoning my jeans and pushing them down my legs. I step out of them, leaving me in nothing but matching lace. Xavier’s breath catches.
I should feel shy, but I don’t. Not with him.
His hands roam over my skin, his lips pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along my neck, collarbone, and stomach. When he kneels in front of me, his lips trailing up my thigh, I let out a shaky breath, fingers twisting in his hair.
My body is on fire.
And when he finally lays me down, kissing his way up my body, I know this is exactly where I’m meant to be.
Chapter Seventeen
Izzy
Iwake up wrapped in Xavier’s arms, his warmth pressed against mine as the morning sun streams through my window. For the first time in forever, I feel complete. Whole. Like my world finally makes sense. His steady breathing brushes against my neck, and when he shifts, pulling me closer, my heart stutters. He’s mine. Finally, he’s mine.
A slow smile spreads across my lips, and I stretch slightly, savoring the feel of his skin against mine. His lips graze my neck, and a shiver races down my spine. My body hums with awareness, the deep ache from last night lingering in the most delicious way.
I let out a breathless giggle. “Morning. If that’s how I get woken up, I’ve really been missing out.”
Xavier chuckles, the sound vibrating through me. “Good morning. I’ve been thinking.”
I tilt my head to look at him, my fingers trailing lightly over his chest. “Thinking about what?”
His stormy blue eyes lock onto mine, intense and unreadable, his lips a mere breath away. “I’ve loved you for a very long time, but I’ve been a chicken shit,” he whispers.
My breath catches. Xavier loves me.
Before I can say anything, I grip his hair and pull him down, crashing my lips into his. My tongue tangles with his, and my body molds to his as if we were made for this. For each other. My fingers dig into his shoulders as I whisper against his lips, “Then show me.”
And he does. Xavier claims me completely, in a way he never has before. No barriers. No hesitation. Just us. When we finally collapse together, tangled in sheets and sweat, I feel it deep in my soul. This is where I belong. With him. Always.
Later, after reluctantly getting out of bed, we get dressed. I pull my hair into a messy bun, biting my lip as I watch Xavier button his jeans. The thought of him leaving, even for a few hours, twists my stomach.
He kisses me at the doorstep, lingering just a second longer than necessary. “I’ll text you later, okay?”
I nod, smiling up at him. “I’ll hold you to it.”
He walks off, and I lean against the doorframe, watching him get into his truck. My chest swells with happiness, a light, warm feeling filling me. This is real. We’re real.
A few minutes later, my phone buzzes.
Xavier:I love you.
