Page 4 of Midnight Danger

Xavier’s hand fisted at his side and I knew he was close. It was greedy of me, but I wanted him inside me when he came.

His hand wrapped around my hair as he jerked my head back. Those blue eyes were like sapphires blazing down at me, his fingers under my chin, slowly guiding me onto my feet. His lips descended to mine and I willingly gave him full control.

Two months ago, he took over my life like a tornado. I met him in the darkness and somehow, he found me in the light. It never occurred to me that he would stay since I wasn’t the glamourous type of women that Xavier was normally associated with in the fashion magazines. I soon found out that they were mostly for show, considering some of the nights he’d reportedly been in the bed of a model, he was actually in mine.

“Missed you,” he muttered in my mouth.

Tugging the bottom of his T-shirt, I tried to drag it up his chest. He was all hard muscles covered in smooth skin.

“Missed you more.”

Xavier hauled his T-shirt over his head and threw it toward the sofa, his jeans hit the ground even as he toed his boots off.

At the start, I convinced myself that he only wanted me because I was forbidden fruit and I tried to resist him. That didn’t last long, because I craved him with every piece of my soul. I soon discovered that when Xavier wanted something, he stalked and claimed that prize.

“Hands on the window, baby, and spread your legs.” The picture window that filled almost an entire wall of my living room was the reason I bought this apartment. I loved to stare out at the city lights through it.

My forearms and palms braced my body even as he moved behind me. Our eyes locked in the reflection of the window. Xavier kissed my shoulder, his teeth lightly grazing my skin. His hands skimmed down me in the ownership we both knew he had, to widen my legs and step between them.

We both groaned when he thrust up into me, pressing my breasts against the cool window. Gone were my days of bottles of lubrication and lying on my back making a mental shopping list while waiting for my partner to finish. Xavier set all my senses on fire as he claimed me with that one thrust, stretching and filling me completely.

“You have no idea how much I’ve needed to do that all day,” he said, his head resting on the back of my neck, fingers imprinted on my flesh with his grip.

“How’s the new club?” If he’d been turned on all day, there was something there that caught his eye.

“You’ll see on the opening night.”

The fact that he got harder told me I’d be doing more than just watching.

Giving up, I closed my eyes and succumbed to sensation alone, all thoughts disappearing from my head. There were times that Xavier was soft and loving, and other times he was all hard angles and suppressed violence. Tonight, fell into the latter category. There were no tender caresses on our bed. Instead, his hips forced me up the window, my body leaving boob and cheek imprints.

He dragged my hips further out so he could fully seat himself in me with every thrust. With the lights on behind us, the entire city could see us, but I didn’t care. Nothing else mattered when we were together.

The scent of arousal cloaked us as the sound of flesh slapping created our own symphony. I knew when his darkness started to subside because his lips trailed kisses down my vertebrae and his fingers explored instead of digging into my hips. Xavier’s hand wrapped around my hair to tug my face around to his waiting lips. I always felt closest to him when he kissed me, as if he was saying all the words that he kept locked inside him.

He pulled out of me and spun my back to the window, lifting me up by the ass. My legs and arms wrapped around him, my lips seeking his. His cock slowly slipped back inside me, and I sighed at the stretching feeling, the erotic trail of his piercing creating a path along my flesh.

This was the Xavier that made butterflies erupt in my chest.

Pressure built deep in my stomach, stoked by every powerful movement of his hips against mine. “Ohmigod,” I uttered, my core on fire from the friction of his cock spearing in and out of me.

Xavier’s arms slid around me, and he turned me, letting my body lie along the back of my sofa as he pushed both of us over the edge. My back arched and my hands gripped the sofa above my head as I screamed my release. Xavier thrust in one last time, holding his pelvis tight against mine as he spurted his climax deep inside me.

He pulled me up so we could lose ourselves in a kiss that spoke to my soul. His tongue battled with mine, even as my legs tightened around him to hold him inside me, my hands on his ass.

“Welcome home,” I whispered into his mouth and his lips twitched.

From the first night we spent together in the light, Xavier always returned to me. The construction work on his house continued as if he now had a timeframe in mind. I went to sleep every night in his arms and woke most mornings with him buried deep inside me.

He was insatiable, with a cock that seemed to be rechargeable, because I swear, I’d never met a man who could go so long or so many times in the one day.

“Loved the photo,” he replied, pressing another deep kiss on my lips.

“Evidently," I sassed back, clenching around him.

The smoke alarm activated and nearly scared the life out of me. Xavier released me, chuckling as I waved the oven mitt around to dissipate the smoke.

“I spent ages on this,” I lamented, staring at the burnt remains.

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