I went in and closed the door.
I gave him a little smile when he switched on the desk lamp.
“Try sleeping when you have to come up with a master plan.”
I moved closer to him and his gaze dropped to my breasts.
“Try sleeping when your girl looks like this and she’s in a different room to you,” he added, looking me over with seduction.
Maribelle had given me a nightshirt to wear. It caught my legs but because of the deep V neck it made my breasts look bigger. Or more enhanced.
He’d noticed.
“Again you should be resting.” I giggled, trying to keep as quiet as I could.
It was hard and I wasn’t sure how thin the walls were. Frankie’s room was down the hall.
Xander got closer and reached for me, bunching up the shirt and pulling me flush against him. The lift of the shirt exposed my black lace panties, making him smile. He pulled the top higher and nodded with satisfaction.
“Miss Jia you sure are a great sight to heal the injured,” he remarked and bent low to place a kiss at the edge of my hip.
I swatted his hands away when he pulled me closer and tried to kiss me when he straightened.
“No.” I shook my head. I could feel it.
Passion’s call.
I could feel it filtering through the space between us and tempting me. I remembered how well it didn’t care where we were or what state we were in. When it came to claim us it came full force and brought along its friends: desire and wild pleasure.
“No to what baby?” He got to me and tugged on the shirt again.
“I know what you’re thinking. It’s in your eyes and I’m only here to check on you. You need to rest Xander.”
He moved closer and turned his smile up several notches. “I need you.”
That had a very different feel to how he’d said it yesterday. “You’re wounded still and you should be sleeping.”
“Don’t you want to help me feel better?”
I gave him an incredulous glare. “Yes of course.” Then I gritted my teeth and spoke in a low whisper. “Xander we can’t have sex here.”
Not the way we did it, definitely not the way we did it. We were that couple who needed to be far away, or at least somewhere where the walls were thick.
“We could be really quiet. Like mice, except sexier. Quiet.”
I smiled when he reached for me again. The touch of his fingers on my bare skin as they fluttered over my cheek made me warm to the idea.
Quiet… We could be…
Damn it, I was thinking about it even though I shouldn’t. It would be so embarrassing if someone did come to check on Xander and caught us having sex. Then again, there was something more arousing at the thought of trying to have sex and keep it quiet. Something forbidden that made it appeal to me.
“What if I hurt you? You’re injured Xander.” The fact that those words slipped from my lips and went past the part of my brain that was still trying to process meant I’d already decided we were doing this.
He gave my body a full sweep and his eyes darkened with molten heat. “I was doing pushups baby. Believe me this will be a lot more fun, plus how the fuck do you expect me to let you go, with your tits looking like that?”
He smoothed his hand down to cup my left breast and moved the fabric across to expose the soft, ample flesh. Both my nipples puckered on their own just from his heated gaze.
By the time he ran his finger over the tips they hardened right up, almost painfully.
“It’s been too long since I touched you,” he breathed and lowered to cover the diamond-tipped nipple with his hot wet mouth.
Oh my God, I couldn’t believe I’d tried to resist. That felt so damn good it made me wet instantly. He sucked hard and I moaned from the pleasure and instantly covered my mouth, stifling a giggle when he lifted his head and placed a finger to his lips.
We were so bad.
I backed out of his grasp and pulled the night shirt over my head leaving just my panties on. I really hoped no one else came in to check on Xander.
He slipped his arm around my waist and scooped me up to carry me over to the bed. He’d picked me up like I weighed nothing and like he hadn’t been on the verge of death days ago.
It was only days ago that I nearly lost him.
Thinking it saddened me. It dimmed the sexual desire that coursed through my veins and I cupped his face.
“Don’t you fucking dare stop me.” He warned with a sexy chuckle. “We can totally be quiet.”
I quirked my lips. “I know. I’m just looking at you.”
“Watch me do this.”
He propped me on the pillows and bent his head down to resume his sucking. From one breast to the other he sucked and licked, giving me unimaginable pleasure I’d only ever experienced with him. Working the tips to life he aroused me to that point where I could have screamed into the pleasure but I held off by clamping my hand over my mouth. The devil looked up at me and smiled that wicked sinful smile he knew would get me good and it did too when he caught the end of my nipple in between his thumb and forefinger and the light pink nipples darkened.
Fuck, that felt so good. It felt so good and I couldn’t resist the little moan that slipped from my lips. It wasn’t loud, just low enough for us.
He parted my legs and pushed his finger deep inside my pussy. His smile widened when he saw how wet I was.
“Yes. Good girl, wet and ready for me.” He whispered and kissed his way down to my mound where he added another finger and started finger fucking me.
I wasn’t sure how the hell I was supposed to keep quiet when that felt so damn good. Then Xander being Xander, god of pleasure and giver of fantasy orgasms, had to amplify his movements by moving his fingers faster in my pussy while he moved up to suck my right breast and massage my left nipple with his free hand.
He sucked in the same rhythm he moved his fingers. Fast and pleasure filled, giving me exactly what I’d craved.
No it was more. Pleasure everywhere, all over.
The greedy orgasm that took me was ruthless in every sense.
There was nothing tame about it. It just came. It came and I arched my back into the pillows to cry out but he moved to my lips to swallow the cry.
Instead of the tell-all pleasure cry that would have woken up everyone in the house, it came out like a muffle. A strangled muffle that made my whole body flush.
He stopped his speed and pulled back from my lips to stare down at me.
“Sorry, maybe I shouldn’t do that,” he breathed.
“It was amazing. Why the hell did you choose tonight of all the nights to do that to me?” I giggled.
“Maybe I want you more, and I always want you.” He glanced down at his fingers still in my core, pulled them out and licked them. He licked his fingers like he was enjoying some exotic dish and seeing him do that pulled at my groin.
“Fuck, you taste so good. I need more Jia.” He growled and parted my legs wider.
No fingers this time, I knew what he was going to do and I wanted it bad. That meant I’d have to be quiet on my own.
He nuzzled his face in between my thighs, thrust his tongue deep inside my pussy and started licking.
Licking and lapping up the nectar that had flowed out of me then licking around my folds, then licking at the already swollen nub of my clit.
That was when the tug of need came again. Pleasure in pure rawness clawed its way from deep within. Clawed its way to the surface of my skin and brought with it fire that singed and scorched me clean.