A genuine, honest smile.
She swooned.
“He bought and sold women. He’s used to them being terrified or too drugged up to even care what’s happening. You’re not like that. You were honest and sweet and sexy all wrapped up in one package.”
She shook her head. “You’re wrong.”
Suddenly, he pressed her against the wall. Her back hit it with a thud. His body was flush against hers, and she felt the hard ridge of his cock as it nestled against her stomach.
“You feel that, baby? You feel how I want you? You make me crazy. You think today was easy for me? I’ve never cared about anyone before. Never wanted to. All I’ve ever wanted to do is get in, kill, and be done with it. Instead, I had to listen to you talk, to ramble on with Dixon. To many men, your rambling may be a fucking turn-off, but to me, I relish it. I want to hear your thoughts, your fears, all of it. You distracted me and I wanted to hurt Dixon for not paying attention, but above all else, I wanted to torture him for days and weeks, to make him beg for death long before I ever let him have it—because of you. Because he said those vile things to you. You’re fucking everything, Alesha. Don’t let any man make you think differently.”
“Why are you saying these things to me when you were being so mean just a few minutes ago?”
“I’m not a good man.” He leaned in close, and she frowned as he seemed to inhale her scent. “I’ll never be good. I’m a monster to the core. Always have been. Always will be. I know what death is. I look into its face every single day, and I challenge it. I’ve been playing with it since I was a little kid, and I offer up my victims willingly. But, it’ll never be you. You’re too good for a man like me.” He stared at her lips, and she heard him groan. “You’re driving me crazy. I shouldn’t want you. Shouldn’t even care that you’re right here, right now, mine for the tasting, for the touching.”
Before she knew what was happening, his lips were on hers, and she lost all thought. She should push him away.
Tell him to get lost.
To leave her alone.
She couldn’t do it.
Even as her hands grabbed his shoulders, preparing herself to push him away, she didn’t. She gripped him tightly, begging, hungry, desperate for his touch. His tongue traced across her lips, and she moaned, opening her lips and letting him inside.
She didn’t want to push him away.
Part of her was terrified he’d refuse her, insist he wasn’t good enough. The more he tried to push her away, the more she wanted him.
Warmth flooded her pussy as his hands moved down her body, one of them sliding down her back to cup her ass. The other tracked to her breast, squeezing her flesh. He rubbed his palm across her nipple, and she arched up, wanting his touch more than anything else in the world.
“Please, please,” she said, moaning his name, needing him.
“You’re so fucking sexy and beautiful, and you
make me want you so damn much. Do you realize that? No woman has ever made me this desperate.”
“I want you, Xavier.”
“Yes, I know you do.”
He pulled at her robe, and it fell open to reveal her modest nightshirt. It had a picture of an ice cream on the front. It was so unsexy it was unreal, but Xavier didn’t seem to mind. He tugged the nightshirt up her thighs and his hand lay flat on her stomach.
“Are you wet for me right now?”
“Yes.” Her panties were soaked through.
Heat flooded her cheeks as he cupped her between the thighs, his fingers pressing against the fabric of the panties so that they dipped between her slit.
“I feel how wet you are. You want my cock. You want my fingers and my mouth. I really shouldn’t have you.” He groaned as he kept rubbing. The friction against her clit felt so incredibly good. She saw stars dancing before her eyes, but he didn’t let up. Not once.
Please. Please. Don’t stop.
She couldn’t voice the words, and she hoped he understood what she wanted from him.
“A good man would walk away. A good man wouldn’t think about spreading you open on his desk, licking the cream from your pussy and then opening you up, taking your cunt, and filling you with his spunk, but with you, Alesha, I lose all thought and common fucking sense.” He released a growl and within a second her panties were tugged from her body. He pushed her legs apart, and his hand was back to stroking her clit.
Only this time there was nothing between his fingers and her body. She was open to him, spread wide, waiting, ready.