So why didn’t you?
I don’t say those words aloud since a harsh wave snaps inside me. It’s sudden and wild and before I know it, I’m drowning in it.
His scent is the only thing I breathe, a little bit like an ocean, a lot like mint, and so much like belonging.
Xander has always been the one I can belong with, the only one I’ve never felt as if I should pretend in front of.
He’s been my knight, my anchor. My one and only.
I’m slowly coming down from my wave when I feel something warm dripping down my thighs.
He stares at me with an apologetic expression, even though lust still lingers in there. “I’m surprised I lasted this long with how much I’ve been fantasising about you.”
I bite my lower lip, then release it at the corner. “You’ve been fantasising about me?”
“All the damn time. It drove me fucking insane.”
My fingers get lost in his hair as I peek at him through my lashes. “Even when you were with others?”
“What others?” He brushes his lips against mine. “You
’re my first, Green.”
30
Kimberly
“You’re a virgin?” My eyes widen as I ask for the hundredth time. “Really?”
“Lay off, would you?”
“No, I need details – all of them.”
“Details? Really, Green? Besides, you’re kind of distracting.”
I glimpse down at myself and realise that after he carried me to bed, he stripped me as I continued to ask him about the bomb he dropped earlier.
I’m currently kneeling between his legs as he throws his shirt behind his back and kicks his trousers and boxer briefs away. We’re both stark naked like when we used to take baths together as toddlers.
It’s different now, though, and it has something to do with his semi-hard cock that I can’t stop staring at.
The only reason I break eye contact is because of the dark look in his eyes. So many promises lurk in there, taunting, luring. My skull tingles in anticipation and my thighs unwillingly clench.
It’s strange how I’ve stopped thinking about my body in front of him, or rather, how he sees me. It’s because of the way he looks at me, I swear; it’s so full of heat and want, there’s no room for those nasty doubts.
A part of me wants to dive into his arms and never resurface, but my curiosity needs answers first.
Wrapping the sheet around me, I lean over so my entire front is glued to his. The thin cloth is the only barrier between us. “Better?”
The groan that leaves his throat is so manly and raw. “You’re killing me, Green.”
“I’ll stop if you tell me.”
“Maybe after round two.”
“No.” My fingers splay on his chest and I run the tips of them over his nipple. It’s hard like the rest of him.
“For starters, stop doing that or I’m coming all over your sorry excuse of a sheet.”