Page 53 of Xander
Her scent of vanilla, cherry, and chocolate rose around me.
Wrapping around me tightly.
I moved my hand down her body, and then I skated both of my hands underneath her shirt, feeling that soft skin against my calloused ones.
She moaned into my mouth, and I grinned.
She grinned back, and then she brought her hands up and did the same thing to me.
Her little fingers moved underneath my kutte, underneath my tee, and had I not been kissing her, I would have inhaled a sharp breath the moment her fingers touched my skin.
Her fingers trailed over my muscles, over the scars, and for the first time, someone touching them... didn’t cause me pain.
And that thought alone was what had me needing skin-on-skin contact.
I tore my mouth from hers and then took her shirt off.
Marveling at the expanse of creamy skin on display.
That purple lace bra holding those perfect tits.
I wanted my mouth around what I was sure were perfect nipples; however, before I could do that, she tapped at my kutte.
I nodded.
Her eyes went wide, and I saw it there.
Written in those golden tawny flecked colored eyes of hers, gratitude, and honor.
Her hands moved and slowly took my kutte off.
She got it.
What I was giving her.
I was giving her full access to me.
And I knew she would handle it with care.
She handed me my kutte with a soft smile playing on her lips.
I took it from her as her hands moved back to twist the bottom of my tee in her grasp.
I twisted and hung it on the doorknob, then I looked back at her.
Her fingers slipped out of my shirt and then grasped the hem of my tee.
“Off,” she demanded.
I stared at her as I nodded and then reached behind the back of my neck and pulled my shirt off.
And then her hands moved to trail over my tatts.
“I want to touch every inch of your skin,” she moaned.
I winked, then stepped back from her, keeping my eyes locked with hers, and took off my belt.
Then I unsnapped my jeans, and lowered the zipper, and then I toed off my boots.
