Page 27 of Xander

“This is sick.”

A dangerous glint sparked in his eyes, his finger tracing the rapid throbbing of my pulse. “If this is so sick, then why have you been miserable all these years without me?”

“What?”

“I can see it in your eyes. You’re not the same person from three years ago. You can deny it all you want, but I know it’s because you’re depressed without me. You refuse to acknowledge the part of yourself that wants me.”

“I don’t want you.” I pushed against his chest for space, but his unmovable stance was a clear message that I couldn’t leave until he permitted it.

“Then why did you always jump at the opportunity to see me?”

My heart pounded against my ribs as he leaned in, making me feel claustrophobic despite being outside. “Please let me go.”

“Nothing has changed. You’re still desperate to be around me.”

“Stop it, Xander.”

“First, answer me.” He transferred one hand to my shoulder and shook me. “Why did you always seek me out?”

“Because you were my only friend!” I shouted.

The rays of the late afternoon sun had begun to fade, casting a subdued glow over everything. I felt a tumultuous mix of emotions swirling within me.

“What do you want from me?” I demanded.

“Isn’t it obvious?”

“Not to me.”

The intensity in his green eyes magnified. Instead of giving me an answer, he closed the small gap between us with his mouth. He attacked my lips hungrily in a way that scared me—as if he couldn’t stop himself from returning for seconds.

He had me pinned to the door, forcing his tongue to invade my mouth. His kiss grew more intense, more feverish, practically violent. His arousal dug into me, and he ground against my sex. I thrashed, desperate to escape, but his hold was unyielding, possessive.

His large hand tore at the skirt of my dress, calloused fingers moving over the trembling flesh underneath. He moved my panties to the side and crudely delved into my core. When I yelped in surprise, he slapped a hand over my mouth as he worked me.

His touch was frenzied yet somehow in complete control. For a moment, I forgot where I was and who I was with. I felt lightheaded, my grasp on reality slipping through my fingers.

“Fuck,” he cursed, his hot breath tickling against my cheek. His digits roamed the flesh of my most intimate part, the wetness coating his fingers. “You’re so fucking soft here.”

The slight intoxication mingled with the roughness in his voice, which added to the sudden ache between my thighs. One of my hands fisted his shirt.

“Ah.” A whimper tumbled out of my mouth as he held me prisoner against the door and forced me to take the heightened sensations he delivered with his fingers.

“That’s it, baby. Come on my fingers,” he ordered.

Overwhelming tension raced through me with a raw desire to break free. The hand around my throat tightened. I couldn’t get my eyes to open, but I could still feel the intensity of his eyes as they studied me.

He pushed his tongue past my lips again, exploring my mouth achingly slow. The fingers pressed against my clit and moved in an expert rhythm that I hadn’t experienced in years. Desperation for release assaulted every one of my bones, my limbs tightening to the point of pain. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew we were outside and doing something very wrong, but it didn’t seem to matter anymore.

All I needed to do was to let go.

“Oh, God,” I hissed against his lips. Waves of pleasure shot through me, my body trembling uncontrollably. I would’ve dropped to the ground if he didn’t have me pinned to the door. “God, oh, God.” I gasped for air, feeling disoriented and overwhelmed.

I didn’t snap out of it until his mouth grazed against my ear and whispered, “That’s my girl.” I stared at him when he pressed a kiss to my parted lips. “You have no idea how long I’ve fantasized about making you come.”

A wave of fresh panic washed over me.

Unable to stop myself, I let out a blood-curdling scream. Xander stopped his ministrations, surprised by my pitch. I took the opportunity to push him off me. I leaped for the door and spilled inside the house. I couldn’t hear anything over the roaring in my ears, nor did I stop running until I was safely inside my bedroom.