Page 67 of Hideaway Heart

He did as I asked, working his mouth and tongue and fingers together, taking me back to that edge and this time letting me sail over with blissful, pulsing relief, my thighs tight around his face.

I was still lost in the hazy aftermath when he tore his mouth off me with a grunt of frustration and left me on the counter. He was back inside fifteen seconds, undoing his jeans, tearing open the condom, sliding it on, pushing inside me. When he was buried deep, he put my legs over his shoulders.

“What’s this?” I asked. “I thought you wanted my mouth.”

“I can’t see you like this and not have you.”

“Like what?”

“Wet. Open. Bare.” He grabbed my hips and gave me a few deep, bone-jarring thrusts. “Fuck.Fuck.Fuck!”

I watched him fall apart and thought I’d never enjoyed anything as much as the sight of big, strong Xander Buckley succumbing to his need for me, unable or unwilling to control himself. His eyes closed, his jaw clenched, and he cursed angrily and repeatedly, as if he was furious that the orgasm was gaining on him, about to beat him in the race. Then he scooped me up from the counter, put my back against the fridge and fucked me hard, driving into me with quick, deep jabs until finally he buried himself to the hilt. I gasped at the depth, at the shock of being filled so fully, but I barely had time to register the feeling because he began rocking his hips, his pubic bone rubbing my clit, his cock hitting that sweet spot inside me. Another blaze in me ignited, and we came together, his cock throbbing inside me, my insides tightening around him in a gorgeous tandem rhythm that beat throughout my entire body.

Bearing my weight beneath his hands, he turned and set me on the counter again. My forehead fell onto his sternum, my breath coming fast. His chest rising and falling quickly too.

Slowly, he stroked my back with both palms. Up and down. Up and down. Up and down.

“I like that sweatshirt on you,” he said.

I smiled. “I can tell.”

SIXTEEN

xander

Spendinga rainy day stuck in a cabin with a celebrity client would have sounded like torture to me a week ago, but I had to admit, today had been pretty fucking fantastic.

After the kitchen sex, we took a nap, woke up, had bed sex, made lunch, and ate it on the couch while watching a movie. Then we had living room floor sex and a snack, and now we were stretched out on the couch watching a different movie, although I could not have told you what it was about, because I kept dozing off.

Kelly was lying on top of me like I was a mattress, her feet somewhere around my shins, her head on my chest. I’d undressed her completely after the post-nap sex, but it made me happy when she put my sweatshirt back on, along with her underwear and nothing else. I had no idea why it turned me on so much to see her wearing something of mine, but I’d had a hard time keeping my hands off her while we made lunch. And food is like my favorite thing on the planet, but I had to force myself to finish my sandwich before hauling her to the floor, turning her onto her hands and knees, and plowing into her from behind. While I was spent but still inside her, I reached between her legs and quickly got her off with my fingers, enjoying the way I could feel the pulse of her orgasm on my cock.

One of my arms cradled her back and the other was lost in her hair, which felt like silk around my fingers. My eyes closed, and my mind drifted. I wondered what it would be like if she wasn’t Pixie Hart, if she was just a regular person I met in town, maybe a summer tourist or a new neighbor. For a moment, I experienced a quick spike of envy for my brother Austin, who’d lucked out so completely when Veronica knocked on his door.

I’d never really had a long-term girlfriend. Being a Navy SEAL was notoriously tough on relationships, and working private security had kept me away from home a lot. I’d had some friends with benefits over the years, which had suited me fine—I liked my own company perfectly fine and wasn’t prone to feeling lonely—but ever since I moved back home, I’d been thinking more and more about settling down. Getting comfortable. Finding a groove. I liked the idea of being a protector and provider.

It’s just thatthinkingit was one thing, anddoingitwas another.

Kelly twitched, and I realized she’d fallen asleep in my arms. In a way, it was kind of amazing that we’d come so far in only three days, but I guess when you’re forced to spend twenty-four seven with someone in a confined space, whatever chemistry you have is going to cause a reaction faster than usual. And our chemistry was pretty damn explosive.

Lying there holding her, I wondered if it would burn out completely by the time she had to leave. Actually, I hoped it would.

Missing someone was the worst.

* * *

“Hey.”

I opened my eyes to see Kelly standing at the side of the couch, looking down at me. “Hey.” Groggy, I propped myself up on one elbow. “What time is it?”

“It’s almost five.” She held out my phone. “I got up to get some water and saw your phone over there. You’ve got messages.”

I took it from her and rubbed a hand over my face. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome. Can I come back where I was?”

“Sure.” I lay back and she stretched out on me again. I held the phone above her head and scrolled through my messages. “Oh. Shit. Devlin and Mabel are in town.”

“Your brother and sister?”