Page 52 of Xander
Either it was something that just happened.
Or it was something that was created for the two of us.
I pulled my mouth away from hers, and then, inhaling a deep breath, I searched her eyes, trying to see any condemnation in those mesmerizing-colored eyes of hers.
“Xander, what are you looking for?” she asked as she stared up into my eyes.
“For you to push me away. Tell me not to touch you. Tell me you don’t want me.” I told her.
Because this woman... she was working herself up on a pedestal in my eyes.
And that was when I watched, literally, as a fire lit in her eyes.
Her eyes narrowed, that cute little furrow between her brows, “That’s complete bullshit, Xander. How could you ever think that I would ever tell you no? That I don’t want you. Ever? Xander, honey, I’ve never wanted anything more in my life than to be the woman who stands beside you. I know I’m young, a hell of a lot younger than you. But even though I’m young, I know what's in my heart. Forever and always.”
I took in her words.
Allowed them to flow through me.
To implant themselves deep into my core.
And then I said the only thought I had at the moment, “I’m about to carry you to my room and fuck the ever-loving shit out of you. I need you to walk away from me. Right now.”
She didn’t move.
Instead, she snorted, “Xander... what’s taking you so long?”
I stared down into her eyes... and then... I moved.
I bent, wrapped my hands around her perfect ass cheeks, and lifted her.
Tempie came hurrying over, but Merlin beat her to it and slapped a hand on her mouth, “Don’t,” he growled.
I carried her up the stairs, reached my room, and then kicked the door open.
Her face buried into my neck as she started giggling.
I kicked the door closed, twisted just so, and locked the door.
Then I slowly lowered her to her feet, then I wrapped the side of her neck with one hand, and said, “You fucked up.”
She tilted her head back so she could look up at me, and asked, “How?”
I lowered my head, and then, when I was a breath away from those lips of hers, I whispered, “You had one chance to get away. You didn’t take it.”
Then she moved.
Her lips slammed into mine.
Her tongue tangled with mine; her teeth nipped at my lower lip.
And that was all the control I was going to allow her.
With my lips on hers, my hand put pressure on the side of her cheek, tilted it just right, and then I took control of the kiss.
Deep.
Tantalizing.
