Page 187 of Filthy Beautiful
“I just wanna gauge how this conversation is gonna go down.”
“Uh, it’s like three in the morning. I’m exhausted and half-cut and you just scared the shit out of me. This conversation is not happening.” I went straight for the bathroom down the hall, not even bothering to tell him to get the hell out.
Maybe I didn’t want him to get out.
I just slammed the bathroom door behind me and splashed water on my face. I took off my stupid smeared makeup, brushed my teeth, and walked back out into the hall.
Xander was waiting, leaning on the wall with his big, muscular arms crossed over his chest, his sleeveless shirt and sweats clinging to all his fabulous muscles. He looked edible in every way, and I loathed him for it.
I tried to ignore him, going straight into the bedroom, where I dropped my skirt. I had nothing on underneath. My bikini was in a soggy ball in a plastic bag in my purse. My long, rumpled T-shirt, which was now all I was wearing, covered my goods. Mostly.
Xander stood in the doorway, watching me in the light that poured in from the hall.
“What?” I barked, glaring at him as I stood by the bed, plucking off the extra pillows so I could get in. “Are you gonna let me sleep? Or are you here for more sex?”
“Did you have sex with that kid?”
“I didn’t have sex with anyone. Other thanyou,” I said accusingly.
“Did he touch you?”
“What if he did?”
His arms dropped. He stalked over to me and stood right in front of me, searching my eyes, my face. “Did he touch you?” he repeated, in a scary-low, quiet voice.
Damn, he was intimidating. Or at least he would be if I was a guy. No wonder Larissa said Stephan was scared of him.
Even though I was mad at Xander, I didn’t like it when he was mad at me.
“No,” I forced out. “But what if he did?”
His eyes continued to read my face. I squirmed a little, uncomfortable, aware that I was almost naked. All he had to do was reach out and stick his hand up my shirt, and he’d strike gold—and I’d probably melt into a horny, wet puddle.
“You’re trying to make me jealous.”
“Why would I do that? You don’t care about me, right?”
“I never fucking said I don’t care about you, Courteney. Don’t be a brat. But let’s just be realistic about what this is.”
“And what is this?”
“It’s sex,” he growled out. “You want me to treat you like a grownup, then start acting like one. You want to have sex with me. I want to have sex with you. Just like you said. So, grownups fuck. It doesn’t have to be more than that. It’snotmore than that.”
I stared at him. His words hurt me.
But I couldn’t deny that my body liked the rest of it.
When he stood so close to me, and I could feel his heat, and he looked at me like that… My whole body reacted. I wanted to slam myself against him. I wanted to kiss him. I wanted him to kiss me.
I wanted him to do every filthy thing he wanted to my body.
So why didn’t I just take what he was offering?
Icouldbe that kind of girl. Just have an epically hot sex buddy and fuck like animals, because it was fun and it felt good.
Couldn’t I?
“So what are you suggesting?” I challenged.
