Page 43 of Not All Himbos Wear Capes
I shook my head. “No,” I breathed. “Keep going.” To have confirmation that the violence he’d witnessed yesterday—the moment I lost all control—turned him onwas everything I didn’t know I needed.
He’s just like me.
My hand dropped to my dick of its own accord, and his lip curled, tracking the movement. “Masculine reminds me of you—the way he’s built and these bright blue eyes... It made me want to rip that sinfully tight supersuit off of him, bend him over, and fuck him until he begged for mercy.”
“Xan!” I shouted, my eyes widening as a surprise orgasm thundered down my spine at this mental image. There was nothing I could do but groan as my vision went white and pulse after pulse of cum released inside my briefs.
Ah, fudge…
“You liked that, huh, baby?” he purred, his gaze darkening as he slid his hand under mine, feeling the evidence of my latest breach of control. “You wanna play superheroes in bed with me?”
Oh my godddd, yes, pleeeease.
“Maybe,” I hedged, feeling my neck and face burn in embarrassment, even though I knew Xander was as into it as me. “But right now I just feel kind of gross, and I… I didn’t bring any extra clothes.”
Please don’t make me go back to my condo to get anything.
He chuckled, batting away my attempts to remove his hand from the soaked cotton, making my dick stir to life all over again. “I like you gross, but yeah, I get it. Don’t worry about the clothes. I have mine delivered so I don’t have to, you know,”—he waved a dismissive hand—“deal with people. Just tell me your measurements and I’ll call my guy. We won’t even have to leave the house.”
So much gratitude welled up inside me, I feared I might start crying again. “Thank you, Xan—” I abruptly sat up to hug the man, but a hiss of pain escaped as my newly healed ribs shifted the wrong way.
The change that came over Xander’s face was startling. “Are you hurt? Take the blankets off—let me look at you.”
Oh, sugar.
My mind raced for an explanation, even as I obediently pulled the sheet away from my midsection. Xander shifted on the bed so he was no longer blocking the light coming through the shades and stared at the fading bruises on my side with so much unbridled fury, I froze.
“Who. TheFUCK.Did this to you?” he hissed, his amber eyes flashing gold. My powers pulsed in reply to…something,although I was too frantic to consider what it was.
“I-I got into a fight,” I stuttered. “At a bar. I was out with some coworkers.”
I hate lying to him.
“Who?” he repeated, his jaw clenched so tightly, I was afraid he might chip a tooth.
The realization that Xander wasn’t angry with me—that he wanted to defend me against a threat—made that all-encompassing warmth flood my veins again.
“Why?” I teased, reaching out a hand to soothingly rub his biceps. “Are you gonna find the villain and kill him?”
“Yes.” The way he looked at me suggested he wasn’t joking.
This is so freakin’ hot…
“Xan, I’m okay.” I tried my best not to smile, but his possessive display was making me giddy. “I can handle myself in a fight. You should see the other guy!”
He’s at the morgue.
Xander closed his eyes and breathed deeply a few times before resolutely nodding his head. “I’m sorry. I just—”
“Don’t be sorry,” I repeated his words from last night, shyly shrugging. “I kinda like you being all growly and protective.”
Even though the roles would be reversed if it ever came down to it.
He laughed again, self-deprecatingly. “Well, good thing, because I can’t seem to tone down the crazy when it comes to you. It’s your own fault for being so goddamnperfect.”His expression turned earnest, as if he wanted to say more, but he cleared his throat instead. “Let’s get you in the shower again—alone,so you can get cleaned up—while I order some clothes. Then we’ll spend the day on the couch before telling your boss you won’t be in for the rest of the week.”
My eyes nearly popped out of my head. “I can’t take the entire week off! What if there’s another emergency?”
Xander scoffed. “You got into a serious altercation that left you severely injured. There’s no emergency more important than you healing. I’ll have my doctor fax a note over to Biggs Enterprises, excusing you for a few days. If that idiot Solomon has a problem with it, I’ll speak to him myself.”
