Page 61 of Breaking the Rules
“Just you. For now.”
“I’ll be by in the morning.”
“Thanks, man. Do me a favor and text me when you’re on your way.”
Micah was silent for a moment, processing. “I sure hope you know what you’re doing, Saint.”
Xavier hoped so, too.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
When Xavier crawled into bed in what was left of the night, he’d pulled Waverly into his side. What started as a sweet goodnight kiss Waverly was all too happy to push farther. They made love again, this time leisurely as if they had all the time in the world. And it was just as shattering, if not more so. They savored each other, moving slowly, whispering softly as streetlights played across the bed.
She could have told him all of it. Confessed that Dante was her partner, not her lover. But she needed that one last layer of defense between them. Tonight was a reminder of how devastating Xavier Saint could be. As he murmured words of love against her neck, she clung to that shield. And when he said the words her heart craved, she felt her grip slipping, the shield falling.
“I love you, Angel. I love you.”
“Xavier.” She sighed into the blooming ecstasy as it lifted her up and carried her away, but he was there with her, holding her to him as if he was afraid she would disappear beneath him.
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Morning began abruptly with a brisk knock on the bedroom door. Waverly and Xavier both reached for guns before realizing it was the Invictus knock.
“I’m guessing you slept through my text,” Micah’s voice carried through the door.
“Fuck,” Xavier swore under his breath.
“I’m leaving both your bags from the truck outside the door in case you need clothes for some reason.”
“You’re never living this down,” Waverly predicted.
“Shut up, Angel.”
He softened his words with a kiss on his way to the door. She loved the way he looked in suits, so sexy and urbane. But naked Xavier prowling a room was a breathtaking sight.
He opened the door, grabbed the bags, and tossed a middle finger in the direction of the kitchen for good measure.
He returned to her bedside and dropped her bag at her feet.
“Are you ever not hard?” Waverly wondered, studying his thickly veined erection with fascination.
“Jesus, Angel. Stop looking at me like that. You’re already not going to be able to walk. Do you want to be incapacitated?”
She reached for him and laughed when he danced out of her way. “Get dressed, and if you behave yourself for the next hour, I’ll make it worth your while,” he promised.
She watched him prowl into the bathroom. He glanced back out at her. “By the way, this wasn’t a fluke or a one-night stand or a mistake. We’re back together,” he announced and slammed the door on any denial she tried to throw his way.
While she wasn’t thinking of the night before as a one-night stand, Waverly was by no means ready to consider a reconciliation either. It was a topic she would tackle with him later.
Enjoying the delicious soreness in her body, Waverly tugged on yoga shorts and a sweatshirt she had buried in the bottom of her bag and went to visit Micah in the kitchen. The loft looked different in the daylight and without the sexual haze that had clouded her vision last night. Everything was sterile, modern, and state-of-the-art from the gleaming kitchen countertops to the arresting canvases on the exposed brick walls.
Micah took one look at her and raised his gaze to the ceiling. “I feel like I shouldn’t be looking at you right now.”
“We’re all adults, Micah,” she reminded him, snagging a mug of coffee and digging for sugar in the pantry.
“Well, as a slightly older adult, I hope you both know what you’re doing. I’m not looking forward to picking up any pieces this time around.”
Waverly patted his shoulder. “Micah, I think we’ve all grown up a bit. Trust Xavier to make his own decisions, okay?”
