Page 142 of Filthy Beautiful
“Talk about what?”
“About what happened. The sexy stuff we did.”
“There’s nothing to talk about.”
“Sure there is.”
“No. There isn’t.”
Instead of getting her back up and yelling at me like I pretty much expected her to, she said, “I know you care about him, a lot, and you don’t want to upset him. And I know you care about me.”
“Good,” I said when she went silent, because there was really nothing else to say about it.
“I know you feel—”
“I don’t,” I cut her off. “I don’t feel.”
She shook her head at me. “Of course you do. You feel bad about what happened because he’s your best friend and I’m his little sister—”
“I don’t feel anything,” I said. “I just need to go.”
She got up and came over to me. “Go where? Back to your place downtown? That’s not gonna erase what happened between us.” She studied me. “It’s not gonna erase anything, Xander.”
“I just need to step away for a while.”
“Okay.” She took my hand, and I froze. “It’s okay, Xander.” She held my hand gently with both of hers and smoothed her thumb over my palm, looking up into my eyes.
“I need to go,” I repeated, swallowing, but I just stood there.
“Okay.”
She drew closer, and then she hugged me.
I wrapped my arms around her. I held her tight, and I could feel her heart beating, feel her breathing in my arms. And I did not want to let go. I never would’ve touched her right now, but once she touched me… I couldn’t let go.
“I want you to stay,” she said, and peered up at me with her soft, honey eyes.
And I totally fucked up. Again.
Instead of letting her go, walking away—I kissed her.
She kissed me back, her mouth opening beneath mine as she moaned softly, and I pushed her back toward the bed. She whimpered as I grabbed her ass and pulled her against me. My dick was already getting hard, throbbing for her. She moaned again as I pressed myself against her.
I broke the kiss and looked down at her. “Are we doing this again?”
“Yes,” she whispered. “Please.”
I slid my hands up inside her T-shirt and pulled it up as I went, then slipped it off over her head. She worked my shirt up, and I tore it off. I stripped off her bra and cupped her tits in my hands, squeezing. Her hands landed gently on my chest and strayed toward my nipples, but I couldn’t really handle the bolt of electricity that sent to my cock.
So I pushed her back on the bed and stripped off her jeans, her panties. Then I went down on her. And this time, as she spread her legs and started moaning along to the rhythm of my tongue, I teased her pussy with my fingertip.
Then I slipped it inside her.
She bucked her hips off the bed. I sealed my mouth over her clit and she writhed in pleasure, gasping.
“Oh, God. Xander… I want you… inside…” she panted. And as she bucked against me again, I pushed my finger the rest of the way into her, slowly.
She squealed in pleasure and plunged a hand into my hair. She held me to her and rode my face, harder than she did the first time, and I started fucking her with my finger in slow, deep strokes.
