Page 21 of Pervade London
“When you derailed that train—”
“Didn’t derail it. Merely changed its direction.”
And that was a metaphor for him changing the path of my life with the power of his allure.
He looked conflicted. “I’m not meant to have this kind of life.”
“What kind?”
Those crystal blue eyes held mine.
“You had your heart broken?” I asked.
“How can you make a choice when you don’t know what the question is?”
My violin case was heavy, so I leaned it against the wall. “You’re still not making much sense.”
A train roared by and it sounded so close that I leaped forward to hug him, squishing my face against his chest. He felt like the shelter I’d not known I’d needed.
“Other side,” he shouted over the noise.
Relaxing in his arms, I breathed in his heady cologne and closed my eyes, feeling his fingers stroking my hair to comfort me.
The sound of the train receded into the distance, and I peered up at him. “No one has ever been this kind to me.”
He curled his hand against my cheek.“I feel like I’m touching something sacred when I’m with you.”
“You were bold enough to alter the direction of that train,” I said, pulling away. “I raise you my own dare.” I turned away from him, facing the wall with my palms pressed on the cold brick, my spine arched in a seductive beckon.
“And you’re trying to change the direction of my life, too, apparently,” he said huskily.
Far away on another track there came a rumbling of another train, but the noise was pushed out of my mind when I felt the sensation of Xander’s hand running down my spine.
Slowly, he eased up my tartan mini-skirt and hitched it above my waist, groaning as he looked at my tight ass.
Metal was screeching on metal somewhere and the vision of sparks glittered in my imagination.
He tugged on my panties. “Can I pull these down?”
“Please.” I looked over my shoulder. “Fuck me.”
“Anything for you, Em.”
My panties were eased down until they reached my ankles. I stepped out of them. From behind came the noise of a zipper being pulled down. The tip of his cock pressed against my folds as his hand explored between my thighs, his long fingers strumming my clit to make sure I was wet.
He pushed inside me a little, and it made me feel flustered that he was so tall and strong behind me, and I was so vulnerable in this desolate place. I moved back against him so I could bend over more, my breath coming out in ragged gasps.
“Emily,” he whispered. “God, how I want you.”
This was madness. I was reckless and yet my body screamed to let me have this, have him, to surrender. This kind of thrill was all I’d ever desired and I wanted to believe someone as magnetic as Xander could be mine.
Our scandalous rendezvous was the same scenario I’d fantasized about during those nights when I’d believed he was gone forever.
He shoved all the way in. “Em, you feel more amazing than I thought possible.”
The tight feeling of discomfort eased, and my inner muscles clenched him as he began to thrust himself deep inside me.
All those hours I’d spent playing my violin had been me beckoning to him. This was my moment to savor. “Harder.”
