His eyes shut off. “Yeah. He’s harmlessto you.”
Did that mean he wasn’t to anyone else?
And somehow, I couldn’t bring myself to believe that was true. Micah had looked at me as if I was an inconvenience he wanted to get rid of.
“Do you think it will be true if you say it often enough?”
His face darkened with some unknown emotion. “Hey, I’m serious. I won’t let anyone hurt you, least of all my brother. And he’s not so bad once you get to know him.”
Yeah, I didn’t think I would want to get to know him any time soon.
No, thank you.
I opened my mouth to ask him how the injury happened when he pressed a calloused finger against my lips.
“No more questions, okay?”
I frowned. Did he really think that would work? He said no more questions, so there would be no more questions?
I would have said that to him if he wasn’t kissing his way up and down my neck.
I sat still. Trying hard not to show just how badly he was affecting me like this.
He brought the tender skin on my neck between his lips and sucked on it.
I was sure he was going to leave a mark there.
Oddly enough, I found I didn’t mind it too much.
My mom would be horrified that I was letting a man leave a hickey on me, but—but—
I wanted to be marked by Xavier.
I wanted to be claimed by him.
I wanted him to keep me and never let me go.
All of my problems just seemed to disappear when he was around, especially when he was touching me like this.
He let go of me and skimmed his lips up to my ear, taking in an earlobe between his teeth and rolling it.
Goosebumps rose on my skin, and a throbbing started in my center, becoming more and more noticeable the longer he touched me like this.
“Xavier?” I asked.
“Hmm,” he said, not letting go of my ear lobe. His hands came up, and he cupped my breasts, squeezing and molding the supple flesh, playing with it.
My nipples hardened, aching so badly, begging for his attention.
“What are we doing?”
“You were such a good girl for me, helping me rewrap my wound. I have to thank you.”
“T-Thank me?”
I gasped when hefinallyplayed with my nipples, pinching the nub to the point of pain before letting it go and smoothing it over with the palm of his hands, only to start back up again.
“Ow,” I said.