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“Need you, Xavier.” My eyes reflect the same singular focus mirrored in his—to finally, blissfully unite without barriers or guilt. Nothing else exists outside this bed, this man, this moment. It’s hard to believe that we stayed apart for as long as we did. What we have between us is combustible.
Xavier enters me in one smooth stroke that wrenches gasps from us both. He stills for a breathless moment, muscles rigid with restraint, before I dig my heels into the small of his back, urging him deeper. I want to not know where one of us ends and the other begins. We move together, unhurried but urgent, a dance perfected through unrealized fantasies. I cling to him, senses overwhelmed by the slick slide of skin and the sweet pressure building within me. I’m primed to explode already, and he sees it.
“You can come, Emma. I’ve got you.”
His assurance is proven in the way his entire body covers mine, the strength radiating off him. I clutch at his neck and close my eyes, allowing myself to cross that short distance between me and bliss. Pleasure hits me with enough force that it drives the air from my lungs. I gasp for air, my nails raking his skin, my body writhing beneath him. And through it all, he keeps me grounded.
I’m only just coming down when he starts moving again. I didn’t realize that he stopped, but now that he’s thrusting into me once more, I realize how hard my muscles are holding onto him. I force myself to relax so that he doesn’t have to fight for room and then I pick up his rhythm again.
The pressure builds rapidly, but this time, he’s ahead of me. The strain of holding back is written across his face and I slide a hand between us to get myself to where he is. It takes only a few brushes of my fingers over my swollen clit before I’m biting my bottom lip as my muscles shake.
“Look at me, Emma,” Xavier commands through gritted teeth.
Our eyes lock, bodies joined. I see my own nearly unbearable pleasure reflected at me in Xavier’s dark, lust-blown gaze. We shatter together in a white-hot crescendo that leaves us tangled and spent, trading languid kisses as our breathing slows and pulses return to normal.
Xavier brushes damp hair from my forehead as he props himself up on his elbows to keep from squishing me. His eyes are softer than I’ve ever seen them. “You’re driving me crazy. You know that, right?”
Happiness bubbles up in me, bright and buoyant. I kiss him soundly. “Right back at you, Xavier.”
As he rolls to the side, he takes me with him and wraps me in his formidable embrace, brushing his lips over my hair. “Stay with me tonight?”
“Wild horses couldn’t drag me away,” I vow, snuggling closer and letting satiated bliss pull me under.
* * *
Dawn’s rosy fingers find us still curled together, Xavier spooned protectively around me. I luxuriate in the novelty of waking wrapped in his strength. Last night was only the beginning of this new phase together, and my body still thrums pleasantly from our repeated explorations. Judging by the hard length pressed against my backside, Xavier is similarly inclined this morning. That seems like a great way to start the day.
I shift in his arms to face him, kissing a lazy path across his collarbone. Xavier makes a low sound of approval, large hands gripping my hips.
“Good morning,” I murmur against his skin.
Xavier anchors his hand in my hair, guiding my mouth back to his. We kiss slowly, still half-dreaming. His free hand trails down my side, curving over my backside to pull me tighter against him. I gasp at the friction, heat already coiling.
The shrill ring of Xavier’s cell phone on the nightstand jars us from the moment. Xavier curses under his breath as he breaks the kiss and rests his forehead against mine.
“Let it ring,” I plead, dipping my hand between us to take him in my hand. His eyes darken as I stroke him from base to tip, and for a second, I think he’ll ignore the call. But responsibility wins out, and he reaches for the phone with a rueful look. Taking pity on him, I release his cock, but I’m not about to let him go completely.
“Johnson here.”
I take advantage of his distraction, kissing a meandering path down his chest and grazing my teeth over his taut abs. His hand tightens almost painfully in my hair and I feel a surge of satisfaction.
“Right, the interview this morning. No, I haven’t forgotten the meeting with the sponsors this afternoon. No problem, Wayne. I’ll head over.” With effort, he nudges me away, eyes promising retribution later.
I shiver in anticipation and know that’s all I’ll be able to think about all day.
“Duty calls. Rain check on this?”
I sigh dramatically. “The life of a celebrity. Okay, go be charming for the cameras.”
Xavier tugs me up for one last lingering kiss before reluctantly rolling from the bed and heading for the shower. I slip into his dress shirt from last night, inhaling the lingering scent of his cologne.
In the kitchen I forage for the makings of a simple breakfast, mentally cataloging the contents of Xavier’s fridge and cabinets. Most are predictably sparse, occupied mainly by protein shakes and nutritional supplements. I find coffee and eggs, deciding omelets will have to suffice this morning. Soon savory scents waft through the air and I hear the shower shut off.
Xavier emerges in a cloud of steam with a towel slung low around his hips, at ease with his own flawless physique. He looks momentarily surprised to find me cooking breakfast in his kitchen.
“Getting domestic on me already, Thompson?” But his voice holds a note of undisguised pleasure.
“Can’t have Chicago’s most eligible bachelor wasting away.” I hand him a steaming mug of coffee. “I’m just ensuring you make it to your interview fueled up properly.”
