My brows go up. “No, just the opposite. They’d rather I didn’t. But it’s funny you can recall the part of the conversation about living with my aunt and uncle, but magically forgot all about what happened to my mother in front of other people.” I shake my head. “You did it just to hurt me.”
“You might be right.” He tips my chin up to look at him. “Damn, I love that fire in your eyes.”
I blink, unsure what to make of his swift change. I’m still trying to figure it out when he drops his mouth to mine. His full lips are soft, coaxing me to respond. Heaven help me, I can’t tell if this is some sort of test, but the only answer I know is that I don’t want him to stop. As he deepens the kiss, he captures the sound of my moan and pushes me further, his tongue breaching my lips, exploring my mouth, bold and sure. Each swipe of his tongue and rub of his lips feels like a new attempt to devour me whole.
He better have been telling the truth about Aria. The fleeting thought that he’s like this withheris interrupted when he puts his hands on my waist.
Before I know it, he’s pulled me onto his lap, and I find myself straddling him. His hands work to pull my T-shirt from my jeans, and once he has it free, they run over the skin of my back. Up and down, up and down. It’s hypnotic.
“So fucking soft.” His tongue sinks deep into my mouth again for another heart-stopping kiss.
At the same time his hands are at work under my shirt, he hungrily nips at my lips, then skims his mouth across my jaw and down my neck, where he stops again, dropping open-mouthed kisses along the column of my throat. He makes my body vibrate with sensation. I feel alive under this touch, worshipped. Whole.
His hands move to my sides, and it’s not long before they slide up and his thumbs caress the sides of my breasts. I let him. In fact, the inexperienced girl inside of me begs him for more. I don’t know what that says about her. Or me. And right now, neither one of us cares.
One arm slips around my back, pulling my body snug against his, and I gasp. I’ve known for sure since the day he hauled me into the bathroom that Xander is packing some major heat. But now, with my pussy and his dick separated only by some fabric, I know he’s bigger than I ever imagined.
I’m unable to contain the little ragged sounds leaving my mouth as my arousal is heightened. His hand on my lower back encourages me to rock back and forth over his erection, and he palms one of my breasts. I groan as he gives it a firm squeeze. My head drops back. I can’t believe this is happening. The throbbing between my legs intensifies when he cups my neck and brings my head down to his for another scorching-hot kiss. Our tongues are wild, our lips fierce. And Xander? He tastes like the most decadent sin.
I want more.
I continue to ride the hard ridge of his cock and move my hips in patterns, nearly creating more friction than I can handle.
Before I recognize what he’s doing, his hands are unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans. I suck in a breath.
“You want me to touch you, Red?”
I visibly swallow as I look into his dark eyes. Those eyes can be so cruel, but right now … right now theyburn. For me.
I nod.
“I need you to say yes, baby. I want to feel how wet you are for me. I want to slip my fingers inside you, feel you come all over them. Do you want that?”
Oh God, his dirty talk alone is about to send me right over the edge. “I—” My voice hitches.
He captures my lips, feasting on them, sucking on my tongue until I’m again out of control, rubbing against his hard-on. He chuckles. “You trying to get yourself off, Red, or you want some help?”
I gasp as his hand kneads my breast over my bra. “Help.”
No further encouragement is needed. He slips his hand into my jeans and teases the skin along the waistband of my panties before his fingers dip inside to touch me. He rubs my clit for a few seconds, then slides his hand down further. “Fuck, Scarlett. You’re so fucking wet for me, baby.” His fingers slip easily through my arousal, stroking my sensitive flesh.
I’m all but thrashing on his lap. One finger pushes inside me. “Oh, God. Xander…” His name falls from my lips. I’m a breathless, needy puddle of desire.
“Baby, your pussy … it’s so fucking tight.” He adds a second finger, and I still, panting.
“You’re not a virgin, are you?”
I shake my head no. But what Iamis really inexperienced. I’ve had sex a grand total of one time. I don’t think the dick on the guy from my old school who I’d given my virginity to was as girthy as Xander’s two fingers because I feel myself stretching beyond anything I’ve felt before as he pushes them in and out of me. His thumb presses down on my clit and rubs little circles, throwing me over a cliff I hadn’t realized I’d been standing along the edge of. My entire body trembles and shakes, and I can actually feel my pussy clenching his fingers over and over again as I’m enveloped in pleasure and shimmering heat.
He continues to touch me as I come down from the first orgasm someone else has ever given me. His lips are soft on mine, gentle even.
Xander removes his hand from my panties and promptly puts both fingers in his mouth, sucking my juices from them. “You taste so fucking good.” He groans, then looks deeply into my eyes. “I knew you would. Forgive menow, Red?”
I raise my hands to either side of my head. “I’ll be honest. I have no idea what I’m doing. Or what the fuck just happened. But—” My face is hot. I don’t know if I believe his explanation about Aria’s jealousy, but it didn’t seem to matter at all the second he put his mouth and hands on me.
He chuckles and pulls my body to his, nuzzling against my neck. “You’ll figure it out soon.” He picks me up by the waist and sets me on my feet, zipping my pants and buttoning them. With a little smirk he stands up. Lowering his mouth to mine, he stamps a kiss to my lips. “Get back to work, slacker.” He walks back around the building, throwing a wink over his shoulder as he goes.
Like I said,What. The fuck. Just. Happened?