Page 27 of Pretend You're Mine
“Come with me,” I said before I could stop myself. “Xander, come with me.”
And for one single hushed set of heartbeats, I couldn’t tell whether I wanted him to say yes or no. That is, until he came into the cab beside me, giving the driver my address.
Before the questions brimming at the edges of my mind could surface, our lips found each other.
The cab ride there, getting up to my apartment, it was déjà vu all over again. Only this time I managed to hold back in the lobby.
In the elevator, we relaxed. Xander’s hand was massaging mine in his pocket.
“I meant what I said,” he said, looking at me seriously.
“And I did too.”
The elevator doors dinged open. Our eyes stared each other down, a daring ‘you first’.
Xander went first. Our lips slammed together and he strode us out of there. That time, he knew the way to my apartment. It was the other night all over again as we kissed our way inside.
Until the door closed, that was. Then, Xander paused.
“Naomi, are you sure?” he asked.
But his question never made it to my head. All of me was tingling too much already, there was no way to stop it.
My lips finding his was an answer of sorts. Xander couldn’t stop himself now. His hands went to my ass, kneading the flesh there. His lips and tongue tore and twisted. My hands were reveling in the muscles I could feel even over his shirt, the ones I knew already looked just as good naked.
How we should’ve been.
We kissed our way to the bed, and Xander pressed me there with the flat of his palm as he stripped me. One dress strap and then the other. Dragging it down seemed to take long, but once it was off, and my bra and panties had joined , all Xander could do was look at me.
“You have no idea,” he breathed.
And he was right. I no idea why he was saying that, remembering vaguely it was something he’d said before. All I knew now was that his lips were going where his gaze had been and they felt goddamn sublime.
His first kiss was smack dab on my nipple, sensation exploding through me.
Kiss by savoring kiss, he traced a path down my shaking abdomen, until he’d reached the place that was bursting with the most sensation.
“Xander,” I gasped.
“Naomi,” he growled.
And then his face dove between my legs.
At first, it was all taunting bites and nibbles on my spasming thighs that had me groaning, a finger twined in and around. And then, the kisses got closer and closer, until they were there.
His finger pulsed inside me and his lips and tongue lapped at me. Liquid glory raced through me. Fuck, did it feel good.
I was almost there, clenched on the edge, until he palmed my ass and the orgasm swam through me.
Xander only let up for the few seconds it took me to recover, and then his lips were back on my clit, his fingers buried deep in my pussy. And then I was coming another time, and another.
Only when I was a shuddering mess did he let me free, let me curl into his arms.
Part of me wanted to just lay here forever in his arms, but fair was fair. I reached out to his dick, but I came in contact with his hand instead, stopping me.
“That was for you,” was the last thing I heard as I drifted off.
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Xander
Well, hello there….
My hands automatically tightened around Naomi’s sleeping form. She smelled so good, like a cross between clean laundry and some kind of flower I didn’t know the name of.
I both wanted her to stay sleeping so I could hold her like this, and I wanted her to wake up, turn her golden head to face mine, and see the sleepy happiness in her eyes.
I pressed a kiss into the back of her head, and she stirred.
Crap. I had all of ten seconds to ascertain whether staying in bed with her really was a good idea. Probably not.
But right now, she was in my arms, we were in bed, and it felt like all was right in the world.
You were supposed to keep things casual, I reminded myself.
In one sweeping thought, I was able to assume an eagle eye’s view of the whole situation. How we’d fallen asleep in each other’s arms, how I’d gone down on her so enthusiastically last night. Yeah, this was definitely not casual.
There was no more time to deliberate over it, because Naomi had turned around to face me. Although the look in her eyes wasn’t what I would’ve wanted. There wasn’t just shy happiness there, there was something else too.
Uncertainty.
Which was my fault. I was the one who’d been playing hot and cold with her, trying to push away what we had. Right now, though, the only thing I could think of doing was kissing her.
