Page 109 of Chasing Xander
He actually laughed. “Oh, I’m not teasing, baby. I’m savoring.” He sucked her clit into his mouth, and she gave him another satisfying moan. He kissed her inner thigh. “And I’m not moving from here until you come for me.”
“Oh God.” She groaned and slid back down on the bed, her body once again flat on its surface.
Having his face buried between her thighs was euphoric and sinful all at the same time. Nothing should be allowed to feel as good as he did.
She threaded her fingers through his hair, holding his head between her legs, and then she started to move her hips. Slowly at first, then faster until she was all but fucking his face. Her own face was numb, and her throat was dry from panting. What he was doing…it was so intimate. So intense and personal. Had he done this with other girls? He must’ve, seeing how great he was at it. She shoved the thought from her mind and focused all her attention on him. Tightening his hold on her, he buried his tongue against her clit as he worked his fingers inside of her, stroking her delicate inner walls.
Her mewls of pleasure grew louder, and she involuntarily tightened around his fingers. With a sudden jerk, her entire body tensed, and her thighs clamped around his head. She pulled at his hair, trying to get him to move or stop. “I can’t…Oh God…” Every cell in her body was on fire, every nerve raw and exposed.
“Yes, you can.” He used his free hand to pry her knees from his head. “Just relax, baby. You know I’ve got you.” She knew that, and she trusted him with her life, but the orgasm building deep in her core gained momentum and threatened to destroy her.
“I know,” she whimpered. “But it’s too much.” Her body trembled.
She teetered on the verge of orgasm, that precipice where her body felt like it was on fire, every touch like a knife grating on raw nerve, that intense moment right before he tipped her over the edge and she succumbed to the pleasure. She was so close.
One more lick was all it took. He’d barely put his lips on her clit when she cried out and bucked beneath him. She screamed as he swallowed her release, giving herself over to him, branding him as hers.
He eased his fingers from her and kissed up her body, each touch of his lips to her skin made her tremble. Her body went limp, and he kissed her tenderly, stroking the side of her face. “Are you okay?”
She nodded and licked her lips. “That was amazing.” She laughed. “You can literally do that whenever you want.”
“Whenever, huh?”
“Yeah.”
She adjusted so her head was at the top of the bed, and he wrapped his arms around her as he settled next to her. “Well, you can bet your ass I’m going to do that again. And again. And again.”
“We really need to have a serious talk about you betting my ass.”
His deep, rich laugh filled the room and her heart. Closing her eyes, she sighed with contentment. Tracing the lines of his muscles, she wiggled closer.
“I talked to Finn today.”
He tensed and draped his arm over his face. “And?”
“He told me about the letter Brad gave you, and that the vote is Sunday.”
“Son of a bitch.” He shook his head. “I told him not to tell you.”
She stared at him with disbelief, eyes wide, jaw slack. Not only was she shocked by his words, she was floored that he’d so quickly go from hot and heavy to cold and distant. “Why wouldn’t you want me to know?”
“Because I didn’t want you to worry about it.” He dragged his hand through his hair and ran his tongue over his bottom lip. “Because it’s a done deal, and there’s nothing anyone can do about it.”
“You don’t know that. And you have no right to tell me not to worry. I’m your girlfriend, Xander. That alone gives me the right to worry about you, and when I know how much this means to you, I—”
“That’s the thing. I don’t care anymore. Neither should you.”
What was with him? Why was he acting like he didn’t care? Was this some twisted defense mechanism? She glared at him. “Well, Idocare. It’s my fault, after all.”
“Oh for Christ’s sake.” He released her and sat up. “That right there is exactly why I didn’t want you to know.” He snatched his jeans from the floor and started to put them on. “You’re taking all the blame for this, but guess what? It’s not your fault. It’s mine.” He pointed to his chest and stood. “I’m the one who fucked off last semester and failed my classes. I’m the one who chose to miss classes this semester. Me, Kylie. Not you.” He shook his head. His face was red, and his voice was tight.
She swallowed hard and bit the inside of her cheek to stop from crying. Sitting up, she attempted to cover her bare breasts with her arms, wishing she weren’t naked. What had she said that was so wrong? “Why are you lashing out at me like this?”
“I’m tired of you trying to take all the blame for this. It’s not your fault,” he repeated. “And this isn’t about you. It’s about me, all right? I have enough to worry about without worrying about how it makes you feel.” As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he hung his head. “Shit.”
She stood and grabbed her robe from the hook on the back of the door. She forcefully shoved her arms into it and cinched the tie tight around her waist. “That’s real nice. Glad to know my feelings are inconvenient for you.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
