CHAPTER TWELVE
I roll, stretching my arms out to feel an empty space beside me. I frown, opening my eyes as I brush my hand over the cool blanket. A low burning fire crackles in the hearth, but it’s the sound from behind me that grabs my attention. A smile curves my lips as the scents of bacon and coffee invade my senses.
Tugging the sheet to my chest, I sit up and search the open space for my missing bed buddy. It’s not hard to locate him, as he’s strutting across the room with a wooden tray, and he’s only wearing an apron and a smile.
“Morning,” he says, setting the tray across my legs. He reaches behind him and unties the apron, and my eyes fall down, unable to look away. He chuckles and moves to scoot in behind me on the pallet. “I made breakfast.” His arms wrap around my waist and he kisses me on the cheek before propping his chin on my shoulder. “I’m not the best cook, but we need nourishment.”
“It looks great,” I respond, unable to wipe the smile from my face. “And I’m definitely drained.”
He chuckles, and it’s a husky, sexy sound. “I’ll go easier next time.”
“You absolutely will not,” I say, snagging a piece of toast. “I’ll get used to it.”
“Even better.” He places a slow open-mouthed kiss to my neck, and goosebumps travel down my torso and send a pulse of need flickering through me. “You can’t imagine how …” He pauses, breathing heavily against my skin as he searches for the right words. “Freeing it is to share this intimacy with you. I haven’t had sex outside the industry since I accepted the job.”
I swallow my bite of egg, careful to keep my tone even. “How long?”
“Almost three years,” he murmurs, his lips continuing their silent torture. “And I don’t want you to get the wrong impression. I have had sex that wasn’t being filmed. It’s just that my ex was also in the industry.”
I fight against the overwhelming pleasure that’s pulsing through me as he gets back to his sinful ministrations, choosing instead to focus on his openness. “Is she your ex as in past, or is she your ex as in the reason you’re here?”
His lips stop moving, and I want to kick myself. “The reason I’m here.” They resume their perusal, and I’m ready to let this go, but he continues without any prompting from me. “The reason I joined the industry.” Nip. Suck. “I was her willing little plaything.” His teeth scrape against my shoulder, rougher than usual. “But no more, and I couldn’t be happier. Being with you is real. It’s honest. Watching you come undone beneath me is exquisite.”
His words conquer me, and I push the tray away with urgency, flipping around to settle across his thighs. “I’m sorry she hurt you,” I say, brushing a kiss across his lips. “But I’m sure she didn’t deserve you anyway.” I kiss him again, pressing a little harder and holding a little longer. “I don’t understand why she’d want to share you with the world.”
“Her family owns the production company.” He grips my waist, running his hands up my ribcage and palming the sides of my breasts. “Once she met my package, she began nudging me to join her in the industry. She was sure they’d rake in the big bucks.” He shrugs, his long lashes fluttering. “They did, and I think …” He pauses, sighing. “I think that’s all she cared about.”
“That can’t be true,” I respond, scooting closer so I can put my arms around him. “From what I’ve seen, you have a lot going for you that has nothing to do with the size of your cock.” He smirks as the anaconda twitches between us. “It’s only taken me a few days, so if she couldn’t see that in three years, then fuck her.”
“Feisty.” He smashes his lips to mine at the same time as he urges my hips forward, bringing my center flush against his super-sized cock. “So sexy,” he rasps, pulling away. “And yeah, fuck her.”
“Fuck me.”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
“I was thinking,” Xander says, running a bar of soap across my back. “We should spend the rest of the day naked.”
“What?” I turn in his arms, the steam from our shower clouding the small space. “I’m not as comfort—”
“Hear me out.” He puts his finger to my lips. “I don’t mean a day of sex. We’re stuck inside. It’s noon already, and we’ve been naked since last night.” His eyes leave mine and trail down, following the same path as his palms as they skim along my sides. “You’re beautiful, and I get the sense you’ve never been made to believe it. Let me do that for you. Let me make you feel beautiful.” He removes his hands and steps back under the spray, smirking as he holds them up. “Hands off … at least until tonight. We’ll call it a Christmas Eve, Eve gift.”
I stare at him, considering his proposal. I am already naked, and he’s right. We have been since last night, though a large portion of that awake time was spent doing things that work much better with no clothes between us.
Stepping forward, I come within an inch of him. “What if I don’t want you to be hands off?”
“I’m serious this time.” He chuckles, wrapping his arms around my back and pulling our slick bodies together. “You deserve to be pampered. Treated like a queen. Showed how desirable you are. Can you imagine how hot it’ll be tonight when you’re extremely horny from seeing my naked body all day?”
“Cocky, I see.” He winks, and I laugh. “Do I get to be in charge?”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
The rest of our shower is spent with each of us taking care of our own showering needs. Apparently, the hands-off portion of our day has already begun. Afterward, we get out, dry off, and I take an extra few minutes to blow dry my hair before joining him in the living room.
I pause at the bedroom door, my confidence faltering, but it doesn’t take him long to notice. All his focus is aimed my way as he stalks across the room, naked as the day he was born. He’s not hard, but his flaccid cock is still so damn impressive. As his eyes rake over me, heat burns across my skin.
“So beautiful,” he says, holding out his hand. “I’m not sure I’ve ever appreciated au naturel so much.”
I blush, taking his hand. “Let me guess. You see a lot of plastic in your profession?”
“Like you wouldn’t believe,” he says, leading me into the kitchen. “I thought you could make us some popcorn while I select a movie.”
Instead of releasing my hand, he spins me to face him. He grips my nape and draws my lips to his. The kiss is slow and thorough, explorative. I take the opportunity to imprint his taste in my mind, to remember when I no longer have him.
As the kiss slows, he groans as he pulls away. “Do you see what you do to me, Ivy?”
My eyes drop, down, down, down. He’s fully erect now, veins bulging as the anaconda flexes its mass. “Oh my.”
“You did this,” he murmurs, gripping himself. “Tasting you is all it takes to make me want you.” His hand slips up and then back down. “I ache for you. It’s a new and strange feeling for me, and I like it so fucking much.”