Page 62 of Hideaway Heart

“That’s it.” His words dripped with self-satisfaction. “Just like that. Come for me. You want this.”

“No!” I yelled, the mattress muffling the sound.

He laughed, holding it tight to my clit, the increased pressure and steady tremble taking me right to the summit.

Then his words pushed me right off.

“The only thing you want more is my cock.”

“Fuck you.” My eyes closed and everything around me disappeared. There was only his scent in the air, his voice in my head, and the delicious, continuous burst of sensation beneath his touch.

When I stopped convulsing beneath him, he removed the toy, letting my hips collapse onto the mattress. Then he let go of my wrists and straightened up. “Three.” Leaning forward, he whispered in my ear. “I’m gonna hit the shower. Join me if you want to fight about number four.”

He sank his teeth into my shoulder before tossing the vibrator onto the bed and leaving the room.

* * *

The shower had only been running for a few minutes when I finally caught my breath and followed him into the bathroom. I noticed the light was on, which meant power had been restored at some point during the night. I took a minute to brush my teeth before I pulled back the shower curtain.

Xander looked like a god, bronzed and sculpted, water cascading down his tall, masculine body as he stood there slowly stroking his fully erect cock. “What took you so long?”

My eyes traveled down hungrily over his wet skin—the wide shoulders, the glistening ink, the towering erection—and back up again. With his hair all slicked back from his face, the chiseled jaw and cheekbones were even more arresting.

He was a work of art, and I’m pretty sure I drooled.

“Were you worried I ran off again?” I teased, stepping into the tub and pulling the curtain closed behind me.

His eyes narrowed as he caged me against the tiled wall with both arms. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Oh no?”

“We’ve got an understanding now, you and I.” He kissed me, teasing my lips open with his tongue. He tasted like toothpaste and smelled like his body wash, woodsy and clean.

“Is that what we’re calling this? An understanding?” I sucked on his tongue and reached low, wrapping my fingers around his cock. His slippery flesh glided easily through my hand. I liked the way he immediately started to thrust into my fist, like he couldn’t help himself, like he was already impatient for the release. I gripped him a little tighter, worked my arm a little faster.

“Fuck,” he growled against my lips. “You better slow down.”

“Why?”

“I’m about to come all over you.”

“Maybe I want you to come all over me.” When he groaned, I tortured him further by arching my back and brushing the pebbled tips of my breasts back and forth against his wet chest. Sparks of lust popped under my skin. “Maybe it’smyturn to get whatIwant.”

“Fuck me.”

“We’ll get to that.” I rose up on tiptoe and ran my tongue along his bottom lip, then tugged it with my teeth. “We’ll get to all kinds of things today.”

“Christ.” Xander was breathing hard, his jaw was clenched tight.

“That’s it,” I murmured as his cock thickened even more in my hand. It was dark in color and bulging with veins. “You want this. Stop pretending you don’t. Give it to me.”

“You want it?” His eyes closed, his stomach muscles flexing gorgeously as he neared climax. “You want my cum all over those perfect tits?”

“Yes.”

He had the audacity to count it off, as if to let me know he was still in control.

“Three.” He wrapped his huge fist around mine, working my hand tighter and harder. “Two.” His chest heaved. He pinned me with a hot, dark stare. “One.” On the final word, he came in thick, white spurts that hit one breast like it was a bullseye. He pumped our hands a couple more times, each one bringing forth another shot that roped along my skin.