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)
Xavier twitched inside of me, his jaw tightening. After a moment, the smile returned. “Next time I see Connor, remind me to thank him for his hairy ass.”
I choked out laughter. “You’re thinking about Connor while we’re having sex?”
He chuckled. “It’s to pull the reins a little.” His hands came up to my waist, and he began guiding my hips in a slow up and down rotation as he met my movements with his own gentle thrusts.
Soon we established a slow, sensual rhythm that made my toes curl deliciously. Xavier’s eyes roamed over my upper body and face as he kneaded my butt, and I didn’t feel self-conscious because the look in Xavier’s eyes held so much adoration and appreciation that even the nasty whispers in my head were quiet for once.
I let him look at me as I looked at him. Soon I could feel the familiar tugging, like a knot being unfastened in the slowest way possible until it suddenly snapped, and I came with a violent shudder.
“Fuck. Yes, Evie, come for me,” Xavier rasped as he thrust harder into me, until I half fell on top of him. He wrapped an arm around my back and brought us both into a sitting position where we caught our breath for a moment. “How about I show you another position?”
I grinned. “You know I love to learn new things, and you are a good teacher.”
The wolfish smile, then he flipped us around so he hovered over me, and I had to admit I enjoyed the view of his flexing arms and gorgeous face above me. Xavier cupped one of my legs and as he leaned forward, he positioned my ankle up against his shoulder blade.
“I didn’t know yoga skills were required for sex,” I muttered at the slight stretch in my leg.
He pushed into me in one stroke, shutting me up effectively. He waited a moment before he started thrusting into me. He kissed my cheek. “Tell me if I’m going too hard or if it hurts,” he rasped, his eyes meeting mine to make sure I was okay. I kissed his mouth, so hopelessly in love with the man above me, it seemed my heart would burst from the sheer volume of my emotions.
His thrust became harder, deeper, but I’d be damned if I told him to stop. The twinge was soon drowned out by a deep ache that tugged at my core insistently, compellingly, and I wanted nothing more than to give in to it. As if he could see that I needed a small push, Xavier reached between us to touch my sweet spot, his mouth claiming mine, and I came apart under him.
After a few hard thrusts, Xavier found his own release. Still the most amazing sight I could imagine.
Xavier released my leg from its awkward position and lowered himself on top of me. We kissed gently for a while, with him still inside of me. Then he reached between us as if to hold on to the condom before he remembered and chuckled. “That will take some getting used to.” He pulled out of me and wrapped his arms around me.
I relished in his warmth, but eventually a trickling made me shift my legs and my stomach let out an angry growl. Xavier kissed my temple with a chuckle. “Why don’t you clean up and I’ll fix us breakfast?”
He swung his legs out of bed and stood, then walked unabashedly naked to the stairs. I had to stifle a relieved laugh. I quickly washed up in the bathroom before I climbed back into bed and sat back against the headboard, the blankets pulled up only to my waist.
A few minutes later, Xavier returned with a tray with two steaming mugs of cappuccino and the smoothie bowls I’d grown used to over time. “I have a feeling I’m doing something wrong,” he muttered as he set the tray down on the nightstand. “I’m paying you but I am the one serving you coffee, breakfast, and hot hunk.”
I snorted. “Hot hunk?”
The corner of his mouth tipped up as he handed me a cup. “Are you saying I’m not a hot hunk?”
“Fishing for compliments?” I said, clutching my mug and grinning. He was pure hot-hunk goodness, no argument, and he was only mine.
He sat against the headboard beside me with his own mug. “Isn’t that what girlfriends are for?”
I took a sip. “I think in your case that’s not necessary. You have a big enough ego as it is,” I teased.
Xavier took a deep gulp then set the mug down on the nightstand, a grin twisting his face. “You have exactly five seconds before I show you that my ego isn’t the only thing that’s big.”
“Five.”
I sipped at the cappuccino, then licked foam off my lips.
“Four.”
“I’m hungry,” I said.