Page 26 of Puck with Karma
“Why don’t you join me?” I finally say.
My mother would kill me on the spot if she heard me right now. I have never been this brazen in my entire life. I’ve never been meek like Riley or in your face like Hannah. I’ve always been somewhere in the middle. A happy medium, if you will. That is why I have no idea who I am right now. But I am taking it as a challenge.
“Join you in the tub.”
Xander asks for clarification just as he touches my arm with the washcloth. I let out an involuntary shiver, unable to stop.
“Still cold?”
His touch is so gentle, and at complete odds with who I’ve thought him to be. I don’t respond. Instead, I lean my head back against the towel he placed there and try to enjoy this.
In my head, I replace the wordsthis isn’t mewiththis is everything I’ve ever wanted.
Xander is thorough in his ministrations. He lifts my arm from where it’s resting against the tub, then runs the soapy washcloth on the underside and all the way down to my fingers. He comes back up to my shoulder, ever so slowly moving it across my upper chest until he reaches my other side.
When he leans over a bit, I can feel him breathing on me. He is so close that I can feel the heat coming off him in waves.
I resist the urge to whimper when he pushes back a little. I want to grab him and kiss him and forget where I am.
I don’t even realize when he is done with my other arm now as well. He comes back to my neck, slowly making his way to my breasts. The tub is not filled yet, water coming up to just underneath. He circles one, getting closer and closer to the nipple but never touching it. He does the same to my other breast, to the point where I don't know if I can handle much of this anymore.
My body makes an involuntary move when I think he is about to stop. As I push my chest higher into the cool air, my left hand comes up and grabs him by the hair. The washcloth drops in the water, and I feel it when it lands softly against my leg before floating away in the water.
“What do you want?”
Xander’s mouth is close enough for me to kiss. I hesitate, taking too long to answer him.
“Just say the words,” he whispers, his lips softly touching mine. “And I’m all yours.”
My fingers clench in his hair, pulling at it a bit, testing how far I can go with this. Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, I tryto think what the best course of action is. I don’t know this man. Why am I this attracted to him?
With a vivid image of his mouth and tongue feasting on my lips and taste, I pull on his neck to bring his face closer so that he could kiss me. If I think of him kissing me first, it’s easier on me even though I am the aggressor here.
That may not have been the right move. It is not the romantic gesture I thought it would transfer to from my dreams and into real life. Instead, the hand Xander is resting on the tub slips right at the last second. He misses my mouth completely and faceplants into my chest.
I gasp in shock and try to push away at his head. But my hands can’t seem to find purchase on anything. It all happens in slow motion, and, before I know it, Xander is in the tub with me, completely dressed against my bare skin, face against my chest and hips in between my legs.
Water is sloshing all over the place, spilling to the sides and onto the floor.
“Oh my god.”
I finally gasp for air as I try to process what just happened. When he lifts his head and looks at me, I just blink in confusion.
“Are you okay?”
He is asking me that, but I swear there was a wince of pain in there somewhere.
“Areyou?” I try to look him up and down, but I can’t see anything past his head.
He doesn’t respond. Instead, he lifts himself up and slams his lips over mine. My arms instantly go around his neck, scared that he’ll stop if I don’t hold him tight against me.
I open my mouth as soon as I feel the tip of his tongue probing against my lips. There is absolutely no fight from me.
“You’re so fuckin’ hot,” he growls at me when he pulls back a little. The sound travels through my body and stops right in between my legs.
I grin at him, joy filling every particle inside of me.
“You’re hot, too, Xander.”
