Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84401 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84401 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
I gave him a teasing smile. “When have you ever displayed control? And who says I want you to be controlled?”
“Fuck.” Xavier snatched up a condom, ripped open the package and rolled the condom down his cock. Then his lips claimed mine and he pushed into me almost all the way.
I drew back from his mouth, wincing. “Control would be good after all.”
Xavier stilled at once, gray eyes flashing with concern. “I didn’t want to hurt you.”
“It’s my fault. I was a bit premature in my evaluation of my level of soreness.”
Xavier chuckled. “I love it when you talk dirty.”
I poked my tongue out at him.
He shook his head, and kissed me again. “I’m sorry if I went too rough again. This is new to me too. I’ve never been with a woman who didn’t have a lot of experience.”
As if I didn’t know that. I had seen his last fifty conquests. “We can figure this out together,” I said softly.
His eyes became impossibly warm. “You have loosened around me.”
“I’m good.”
He pulled out and pushed back in, then settled into a slow, gentle rhythm.
“You can go harder,” I said when the soreness between my legs turned into a pleasant throbbing.
Xavier curled his hand over my leg, lifted it so my foot pressed into his backside, and slid even deeper into me.
“Oh,” I gasped, digging into his shoulders. “Yes, like that.”
“Even during sex you boss me around,” he murmured against my throat before he bit down lightly. I didn’t bother with a comeback, too wrapped up in the sensations.
His pants became louder as he thrust into me with practiced precision, never faltering, never taking his eyes off me even as his expression turned more strained. He moved his hand between our slick bodies and pressed down on my clit, and I came apart. “Xavier!” I cried out as my body convulsed with bolts of pleasure.
Xavier slammed harder into me and despite the twinge it brought, the ripples of my orgasm spiked and then he jerked hard, his movements becoming uncoordinated as he spent himself inside me.
I ran my hands over his pecs, my breathing fast, but for once not as fast as his as he panted, his firm muscles flexing and twitching under my fingertips. He grabbed the base of his cock as he pulled out and discarded the condom with a careless flick of his wrist before he lowered himself on top of me and buried his nose in my hair. I closed my eyes, wanting this moment to last forever. But then I remembered something. Today was Friday. My eyes shot open. “Xavier. I need to look at my mobile.”
“Hmm?”
I tried to shove him off, but moving a mountain would have been easier. When it became clear that he had no intention of budging, I brushed my fingers up his ribs to his armpit. He choked and shoved off me. “You are lucky your opponents don’t know there’s an easy way to take down Xavier—The Beast—Stevens,” I said with a smile.
“You are a vixen,” Xavier said as he stretched out on his back.
I sat up, searching the nightstand, but both Xavier’s and my cell phone were downstairs where we’d left them last night. Of course, there wasn’t any other clock in his bedroom since I was his alarm. Gripping the blanket, I tried to take it with me and cover myself with it as I made a move to stand, but Xavier lay half on top of it.
I tugged. “Xavier. I really need to check the time.”
“I’m not stopping you,” he said in amusement.
I narrowed my eyes at him. “I need the blanket to cover myself.”
“Nobody can look inside the apartment. You know it’s mirrored glass.”
“Give me the blanket,” I muttered, yanking with more force. I had seen the girls he’d been with. Fitness and bikini models, actresses who didn’t play the character roles, athletes. Nothing was jiggling on their bodies. Everything was firm and smooth. And Xavier… he was a model athlete. His body fat percentage was in the single digits. Not even my dress size was single digits.
I couldn’t be naked in front of him in bright daylight.
Xavier sat up, but he didn’t release the blankets, and he was too heavy for me to free them without his cooperation.
“Don’t hide yourself from me, Evie.”
I swallowed, and said as firmly as my emotions allowed, “Give me that blanket, Xavier.” Then added softly, “Please.”
He swung out of bed and I wrenched the blankets toward myself, wrapping them around myself before I stood. I made sure everything was covered in a satisfying way before I dared to move, but Xavier was in my way. He had absolutely no trouble strutting around in his birthday suit. “We need to work on this,” he said quietly, cupping my cheek.
My brows pulled together. “On what?”