Page 158 of Burn Like An Angel

On the other sofa, Raine is resting in Lennox’s lap. Both fast asleep. None of us survived the sci-fi marathon we ended up undertaking after watching the first movie Xander put on.

“No, stop,” Xander begs beneath me.

I quickly sit up to shake him. “Xan. Wake up.”

“No… Please.”

“Hey, hey. It’s me.”

“S-Stop.”

“Xan!”

With enough shaking, he finally rouses. “Argh!”

The sleepy fog that fills his eyes whenever I wake him from a nightmare clears faster than usual. Xander looks over me thenthe room, verifying his surroundings. He hasn’t had a dream like this for a while.

Throat bobbing, he slumps back on the sofa, drawing in uneven breaths. I push damp hair from his face. He’s feeling clammy and looks even paler than usual.

“You okay?”

“Yeah,” he pants. “Fine.”

“Just take deep breaths. You didn’t wake the others.”

He works on breathing slowly while I continue smoothing his hair.

“You’re safe with me, Xan. You can come back.”

It takes time for him to calm down, his eyes now at half-mast. The dawn sun splatters across his porcelain skin, highlighting curves and angles sharp enough to slice me wide open.

Xander hides his face in my chest, his hot breath warming my skin. I keep him close until the sound of birdsong leaks into the living room, and my neck aches from holding it at an odd angle.

I’m not sure if he’s gone back to sleep. We’ve been cuddled together for what feels like forever. When I try to move, his hand quickly bands across my back to hold me in place, answering that question.

“Xan,” I whisper. “I need to stretch.”

His only reply is a low moan of protest, face tucked into my throat. I squirm at the feel of his lips teasing my neck, skipping higher until he finds my pulse point and lightly nips.

The arm keeping me trapped against him tightens, flattening me on his chest. My breasts are pressing into him, the baggy shirt I stole from his stash riding up to reveal my hips and thighs to the air.

A hand sneaks down my body, coasting lower until he slides it into the back of my panties. I gasp when Xander grabs a handful of my right ass cheek and squeezes hard.

“I could get used to you waking me up from bad dreams looking like this,” he purrs into my throat.

His tight grip on my rear causes me to buck, accidentally pressing into his growing erection. I want to stand and move away, knowing what woke him up, but he won’t release me.

“Xan, wait?—”

“Keep squirming,” he rasps. “I’m not letting you go.”

“We shouldn’t…”

“Shouldn’t do what?”

His hips press upwards, rocking his hardness into me. I’m straddled right above his crotch, giving him the perfect position to rub himself on me. I can feel how my body on his is affecting him.

The hand infiltrating my panties cinches again, making my skin burn. He’s squeezing my backside like he wants to flip me over and take out all his emotions on my body.

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