Page 63 of Hideaway Heart

When he was spent, he put a hand on the mess he’d made and spread it around, rubbing himself into my skin, strumming my hard nipples with his fingers, then finally lowering his mouth to mine.

The kiss surprised me. It was deep but not hard, intense but not demanding. And it kept going. He wrapped one arm around my back and cradled my head with the other hand. His tongue was insistent but soft. My head began to swim, and despite the steam rising around us, my skin puckered with gooseflesh. My heart fluttered in an unfamiliar, all-consuming way.

“Hey.” I pushed against his chest. “Give me some room. You’re taking up all the space.”

“I’m a big guy.” He traded places with me. “Did I mention I’m two inches taller than Austin?”

“Once or twice,” I said drily, moving under the spray. I wet my hair, then reached for my shampoo. Xander watched me intently as I lathered it up and rinsed it off. “What? Why are you staring at me like that?”

“You’re nice to look at.”

“Oh.” My skin tingled. “Thanks.”

“Plus my cum is still on your tits, which is really fucking hot.”

I laughed. “You’re a barbarian.”

“But I was thinking that you’re much prettier in person than in photographs.”

I sighed, working conditioner through the long, wet strands. “Stop ruining the compliment, Xander.”

“I’m not. I’m sweetening it. You always look good. Perfect, in fact. I just like you better like this.”

“Because I’m naked.”

“Because you’re beautiful without any makeup on or your hair all done up.” His arms slid around my waist, and he pressed his taut lower body to mine. “But yes. You’re a fucking smoke show naked.”

Our mouths came together, and I rose up on tiptoe, sliding my palms up his chest. His arms tightened around me, lifting me right off my feet. This time his kiss was more aggressive, his tongue more commanding. I was beginning to realize Xander had all kinds of kisses, and I liked every one of them.

“Hey,” I said. “Put me down. I have to rinse my hair. And wash myself off.”

He set me down and I rinsed the conditioner from my hair. When I opened my eyes, he was standing there working up a lather of my body wash in his hands. “Let me,” he said.

“Use my soap?”

“Use it on you.” He reached for my wrist and tugged me out from under the spray, then took his time soaping up every inch of my skin—arms, legs, hands, fingers, toes. My back, my belly, my breasts.

“You’re good at this,” I said as he crouched down to reach in between my thighs, surprisingly gentle considering he’d just assaulted the same place with a vibrator not even an hour ago.

“Thank you.” He turned me around and moved my hair out of the way to rub my shoulders and the back of my neck. I laughed when he slid his hands into my armpits. “Stop it, you’re like a kid,” he complained as I wriggled away from him.

“I can’t help it. I’m ticklish there.”

He grabbed me by the hips and pulled me back into place, his hands skimming down my hips and the sides of my legs, then up the backs of my thighs and through the crack of my ass. Then he pressed up close behind me. “There. Squeaky clean.”

I turned around and looped my arms around his neck. I had to tilt my head back to look up at him, he was so tall. “Is that just so it’s more fun to get me dirty again?”

“Definitely.” He locked his forearms around my lower back. “But I need food first. I’m hungry.”

“Me too. Should we go out for breakfast?”

“I’ve got a better idea. I’ll cook for you.”

My eyebrows shot up. “You cook?”

“Don’t look so surprised, princess.” He pinched my butt. “We don’t all have live-in chefs. And I lived alone for years. It was either cook or starve.”

“What do you like to cook?”