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The weight of the evening, the weight of our individual worries and fears, seems to lift a little as we exit the venue, hand in hand. The night is still young, and the air between us is charged with a newfound intimacy. We’re both on the edge, teetering between what’s real and what’s pretend, between the roles we play and the people we might become when the masks come off.
As we wait for the limo, a wave of relief washes over me. Everything with my dad has been a harsh reminder that life gives us only so many meaningful moments. Some are worth more than others, sure, but a few are worth really going out on a limb for. This is definitely one of those moments. For the first time tonight, the world’s weight feels a touch lighter, its burdens a bit more bearable.
Xavier holds the door open for me, his hand briefly touching the small of my back as I slide into the plush leather seat. He follows suit, the door closing behind him with a soft thud. The partition between us and the driver goes up, offering a semblance of privacy in the enclosed space.
He turns to me, his eyes searching my face for a moment before he speaks. “You’re sure about this?”
I look back at him, taking in the concern in his eyes, the way he’s giving me one last chance to change my mind. And it only makes me more certain. We both need this.
“Very sure,” I reply softly.
A slow smile spreads across his face, transforming it. “In that case, let’s go.”
As the limo pulls away from the curb, I feel an uncharacteristic sense of peace wash over me. Tonight, in this small space, the chaos of the world outside feels far away. Right now, there’s just Xavier, the soft glow of the limo’s interior lights, and the promise of a few stolen hours away from our respective realities.
TWELVE
XAVIER
We’re actually going to do this. When she first told me to invite her back to my place, I thought she was joking. Teasing, flirty banter. The moment I realized she was serious, it was like she was all I could see.
Now, as we walk toward my front door, she’s still the only thing I see. It’s not until I fit my key in the lock that I realize exactly what I’m doing. I’m letting Emma into my place. It took Rachel and me dating for more than a month before I invited her over. It’s too late to back out without looking like a complete ass—and if I’m being honest, I don’t actually want to back out—but I know I can’t let Emma find out what a big deal this is. My gut says if she gets even a hint of how much I lose my head around her, I’ll be well and truly fucked.
And not in a good way.
A strange sense of urgency hits me the moment the door closes behind her. Strange because it’s only partially about physical need. The other part is this unsettling feeling that if I show the slightest bit of hesitation, she’s going to run.
Acting on that, I turn toward her, letting her read my intent on my face as I crowd into her space. Leaning into her, I press our bodies together, more of my blood rushing south at the feeling of her subtle curves against the harder lines of my body. There’s a hardness to her too, the firmness of a well-toned body that I know I won’t break if I actually let myself go.
My lips hover above hers a fraction of an inch. As much as I want her, I need to know that she wants me, that she’s making this choice not because of what I can do for her brother or for her career or bank account. I need her to want me.
Her eyes meet mine and the heat I see there sears me to the core. She inclines her head just the slightest bit and I seize the opening. I close the last of the distance and the moment our mouths touch, I know I need her now.
Right now.
She wants a distraction and if there’s one thing I know how to do as well as I know how to play football, it’s how to use sex to drive a woman out of her mind. That ought to be enough distraction.
What starts as a relatively gentle kiss becomes something more as I push my tongue between her lips. She moans as she opens her mouth, and the sound goes straight to my cock. I rock against her, the hard length of me pushing against her stomach.
Her arms go up around my neck, nails lightly scratching the base of my skull and driving me wild. I grip her hips, my fingers digging in until she makes a small noise that tells me where the line is. A part of me wants to throw her over my shoulder and carry her to my bedroom, but a larger part wants something else.
I know how her mouth tastes, but there’s another part of her that I’ve been dreaming about ever since that first time she walked into a room like she owned it. I bite down on her lip and tug on it before soothing it with my tongue. Then I meet her gaze and relinquish her mouth. Her breathing is ragged, her cheeks flushed. They only grow pinker as I go to my knees.
She lets out a soft curse, her hands going to my head. Even as she runs her fingers through my hair, I slide my hands up her legs, savoring the feel of that silky skin against my palms. When I reach the hem of her dress, I pause, waiting for that nod again before I go any further. When she gives it, I continue my exploration.
I don’t look though. Not yet. I want the anticipation between us building as I reach her hips and then find the silk of her panties. Without taking my eyes from hers, I tug down her panties. When they reach her ankles, she puts a hand on my shoulder to balance herself as she steps out of them.
“Feel free to scream.” I give her my most cocky smile, the one that makes all the girl’s melt. Her not looking impressed makes me chuckle, and that’s what earns me that light in her eyes.
“Maybe you should put that mouth to better use.” Her fingertips trail down my face, filling the moment with more tenderness than I expected, especially after that comment.
Not knowing how else to respond, I continue with what I intended to do, pushing up her dress until I see pretty pink skin that’s nearly bare. Not shaved, just very little hair. Not that I mind a natural woman. I’ll take pretty much any kind of pussy that’s offered to me.
Or, at least, I did in the past. I have a bad feeling that Emma’s pussy is going to wreck me for other women.
I push that thought aside and press my mouth to her. She curses, her body jerking. My hands move back to her hips, and I tighten my hold on her, forcing her to stay still as I run my tongue along one side of her slit and then the other. She spreads her legs wider, a silent plea for more, and I’m happy to oblige.
As I work my tongue between her folds, the taste of her bursts across my tastebuds, something fresh and salty that makes my already hard erection feel like it’s going to burst out of my pants. I resist the urge to touch myself and focus on her pleasure.
