
Xaden.”
The words breach something within him, and he gives.
Finally.
Our mouths collide, and the kiss is hot and hard and completely out of our
control. Need streaks down my spine as he takes my ass in his hands and hauls
me against his hips, my back raking the ridges of the door behind me as I use it
as leverage to push closer to his strength.
I wrap my legs around his waist and lock my ankles. My dressing gown rises
with the motion, but I don’t care, not with the all-consuming way he’s kissing
me. The caress of his mouth and the strokes of his wicked tongue steal every
logical thought, and my world narrows to this kiss, this minute, this man.
Mine.
In this moment, Xaden Riorson is mine.
Or maybe I’m his. Who fucking cares as long as he keeps kissing me?
Heat floods my body in an addictive rush, setting every inch of my skin
aflame as his mouth slides down my neck in a sensual assault that makes me
moan.
“Gods,” he says against my throat, and then we’re moving.
Wood scrapes the floor and crashes before my ass hits the desk, and my
ankles fall from the small of his back when he leans over me, spearing his
fingers through my hair at the nape of my neck as he takes my mouth again. I
kiss him back with a hunger I’ve only known with him.
My hands fly back to brace my weight, knocking anything and everything
out of my way, sending whatever careening to the floor. The clock stops ticking.
“You’ll hate me in the morning. You. Don’t. Really. Want. This.” He
punctuates each word with a kiss along my jaw, making his way to my ear. He
bites the lobe, and my core liquefies, going molten.
“Stop telling me what I want.” I breathe raggedly and thread my fingers
through the short strands of his hair, tilt my head, giving him better access. He
takes it, working his way down my neck to where it curves into my shoulder.
Fuck, that feels good. Every touch of his mouth to my heated skin is flame to
kindling, and I suck in a sharp breath when he lingers on a sensitive spot, taking
his time. But then he stills again, his breath hot and wet against the side of my
neck.
My brow furrows with an unwelcome thought. “Unless you don’t want me.”
“Does this feel like I don’t want you?” He takes my hand and slides it
between our bodies, and my fingers curl around his length through his leathers.
I whimper with pure want at the feel of how hard he is for me.
“I always fucking want you.” He groans as I squeeze. Then he lifts his head,