Page 33 of The Devil's Waltz

“You’re trying to distract me,” I offer in a breathy voice.

His chuckle tickles the nape of my neck, and my skin tingles in response. “Is it working?” He moves his hand higher up my thigh, reaching dangerously close to an almost foreign pulsing between my legs.

“Hmm,” I hum, keeping my eyes shut as I lean into his touch.

“If I’m taking things too far—”

“You’re not,” I say instantly, my anxiety momentarily caught on him stopping the only thing keeping me from a full-on panic attack.

Xander’s fingers stay curled around the side of my neck, while his other hand glides over the bare skin of my inner thigh for a moment before he pulls his jacket from around my shoulders and drapes it over my lap. Reaching underneath, he gently nudges my legs apart, and I bite my lip to keep from moaning aloud as he traces his finger over my panties.

Holding me open to him, he dips his face and presses his lips to the pulse at my throat. “Okay?” he checks.

There is no hesitation when I nod in response.

“Use your words,” he teases in a deeper voice, pausing his delicate ministrations.

I swallow hard. “Y-yes.”

Xander kisses my jaw, pressing his thumb against the bundle of nerves at the apex of my thighs.

I suck in a breath, my head spinning with lust. I can’t think straight. The only thing that exists is the pleasure elicited by his touch.

He takes his time, teasing me through the scrap of lace, the only barrier between his fingers and my molten skin.

Too soon, the light brushes of his fingers aren’t enough.

I need more.

“Xander,” I breathe, wrapping my fingers around his wrist, urging him to give me what I crave.

He curses under his breath, pulls my panties to the side, and slides his fingers over my heated—and now bared—skin. I bury my face between his neck and shoulder, my breathing quickening as his deft fingers press firmly to the heat between my legs, stroking expertly.

I tense a little as he pushes a finger inside me, and he pauses.

“Talk to me,” he murmurs.

I blow out an unsteady breath, loosening my grip on his wrist. “Keepgoing.” The words are barely a whisper.

He hesitates before continuing. It takes a few more strokes of his finger inside me and his thumb circling my clit to adjust to the invasion.

We settle into a rhythm as the ride starts moving again, though I barely notice it as Xander brings me to new heights of pleasure. There’s no question he knows what he’s doing, and I lose myself in him, giving myself over to the sensations flooding through me.

I clamp my jaw shut as sparks of electricity shoot through me, my muscles tightening as I race toward the edge and am eventually launched right over it.

Xander pulls his hand back, pressing his lips to mine in a whisper of a kiss. “You can open your eyes now.”

His words caress the softest parts of my mind, and I blink a few times, squinting at him as I swallow past the dryness in my throat.

Xander’s eyes are dark, hooded with lust and something I can’t quite place that has my pulse jack-hammering beneath my flushed skin. I finally turn my gaze away and realize we’re back on the ground.

He slides his hand through mine, entwining our fingers, and guides me out of the cart.

“Thank you,” I murmur once we’re away from the crowd.

Xander casts me a sideways glance and offers a faint smile, his gaze shimmering with understanding.

My chest swells at the sight moments before boldness grips me, and I blurt, “Harper is at training tonight.” This is entirely new territory for me, but there’s no doubt in my mind about what I want right now.

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