Phenomenal X
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Xavier shakes his head. “No.”
An overwhelming need to taste his lips flows through me, and I can no longer fight against it.
“Then I’m breaking rule number two of our friendship clause.”
And with no clue what in the hell I’m doing, I lean in and press my lips to his.
His entire body tenses for a moment—muscles contracting beneath my touch before relaxing as he wraps his arms around me and pulls me against his hard chest. His tongue flicks across my lips, begging to be let in. The instant he thrusts his tongue into my mouth, he emits a low growl from the back of his throat. My sex clenches as I find myself more turned on by him than ever.
A wave of pure, unadulterated lust washes over me, and I curl my fingers into the fabric of his shirt, wanting to hold him next to me forever. Large fingers slide over my collarbone and up my neck before finally cradling my cheek, locking me in place. There’s no going back now. I have most definitely crossed a line, but I don’t care. I want this.
I want him.
He pulls away and leans his forehead against mine. “Spend the night with me.”
I swallow hard and hope to God that I’m ready for this, and that I can handle the outcome of what all this will mean for me. What it will mean for us.
“Okay.”
Xavier kisses me one last time before he orders, “Follow me.”
The moment we pull apart, I shiver while my body craves the return of his warmth. I turn away, clenching my hands into fists as I head toward Quinn’s car, and when I hear Xavier’s bike fire up behind me, the gravity of what I just agreed to hits me. On one hand I can’t believe I’m doing this, but on the other I’m so excited and turned on I can’t stand it. This is soon. I know that—the little voice in my head that keeps repeating it over and over is pretty loud right now—and promiscuity isn’t exactly something my conscience condones, but that voice needs to just shut up and allow my body to have its moment. It’s been tortured by Xavier’s close proximity long enough.
I follow Xavier on his bike, running through in my mind how I think this is going to go down. Do we sit in his living room and have drinks first like they do in the movies, or do we just get right to it the moment the door is shut?
I tap my thumb on the steering wheel as we come to a red light. I wish Quinn was here right now. She’d be able to give me some pretty solid advice since this is all new territory for me.
The moment the light turns green Xavier takes off again, but quickly slows down and pulls into a hotel parking lot.
Apparently he can’t wait either.
After I park beside him, I kill the engine and take a deep breath, removing my seat belt in the process.
I can do this. He’s not a stranger anymore, and I trust him. But my pep talk doesn’t do much to settle my nerves. This is a huge step and will change everything.
Suddenly the door opens, and I gasp and clutch my chest. Xavier rests his arm on the top of the car and leans down so he can see my face. “You all right?”
“Yeah—yes. I’m good. I’m ready to do this,” I say with confidence.
Xavier smirks. “You sound like you’re trying to psyche yourself up. Is being alone with me really that scary?”
I swallow hard as I stare into the deep-blue pools of his irises. “I’m not afraid of you.”
His eyes roam over my face, like he’s searching for answers to some unspoken question that he has in his mind. “You know, just because we broke rule number two, it doesn’t mean we have to go after number one next.”
My mind suddenly goes blank. “Remind me what that one is again?”
Xavier’s plump lips pull up into a devilish smile. “You—naked in my bed.”
My eyes widen. “I, um…”
Oh my God. This man has me completely flabbergasted. If I can’t even respond to him talking dirty now, how can I believe I’m ready to move on to the next level with him? Maybe he’s right. Maybe I am rushing things.
I stare up at him, unsure of what to say.
He smiles and nods, like he understands my plight. “It’s okay, beautiful. You don’t have to explain, and you’ve always got the right to change your mind. How about we watch a movie at my place instead?”
Relief floods me, and instantly I’m thankful that he’s not making a big deal about this. Most men would be pissed. “A movie sounds nice.”
Xavier holds out his hand. “Come on.”
I take his hand, and he leads me toward the hotel entrance. I furrow my brow as we walk through the door and right past the front desk. “When you asked me to come over to your place for a movie, a hotel isn’t exactly what I had in mind,” I tell him honestly, still a little confused as he presses the button for the elevator.
We step inside and Xavier presses the button for the twentieth floor. A number of things flow through my mind. If this city is his permanent place of residence, him staying in a hotel doesn’t jive.
When we step onto our designated floor I can’t stop myself from asking, “I thought you said you’re from here.”
He leads me down the hall. “I am from here.”
“But you don’t live in Detroit permanently?” I try to clarify.
“I do. I have a permanent address here,” he answers.
I twist my lips as we stop at the last door. “Then how come you’re staying in a hotel, instead of your own place?”
He sighs as he fishes his room key from his wallet and slips it into the slot. “The property I own is my family home, but it’s not really a place I feel comfortable to actually stay in.”
An overwhelming need to taste his lips flows through me, and I can no longer fight against it.
“Then I’m breaking rule number two of our friendship clause.”
And with no clue what in the hell I’m doing, I lean in and press my lips to his.
His entire body tenses for a moment—muscles contracting beneath my touch before relaxing as he wraps his arms around me and pulls me against his hard chest. His tongue flicks across my lips, begging to be let in. The instant he thrusts his tongue into my mouth, he emits a low growl from the back of his throat. My sex clenches as I find myself more turned on by him than ever.
A wave of pure, unadulterated lust washes over me, and I curl my fingers into the fabric of his shirt, wanting to hold him next to me forever. Large fingers slide over my collarbone and up my neck before finally cradling my cheek, locking me in place. There’s no going back now. I have most definitely crossed a line, but I don’t care. I want this.
I want him.
He pulls away and leans his forehead against mine. “Spend the night with me.”
I swallow hard and hope to God that I’m ready for this, and that I can handle the outcome of what all this will mean for me. What it will mean for us.
“Okay.”
Xavier kisses me one last time before he orders, “Follow me.”
The moment we pull apart, I shiver while my body craves the return of his warmth. I turn away, clenching my hands into fists as I head toward Quinn’s car, and when I hear Xavier’s bike fire up behind me, the gravity of what I just agreed to hits me. On one hand I can’t believe I’m doing this, but on the other I’m so excited and turned on I can’t stand it. This is soon. I know that—the little voice in my head that keeps repeating it over and over is pretty loud right now—and promiscuity isn’t exactly something my conscience condones, but that voice needs to just shut up and allow my body to have its moment. It’s been tortured by Xavier’s close proximity long enough.
I follow Xavier on his bike, running through in my mind how I think this is going to go down. Do we sit in his living room and have drinks first like they do in the movies, or do we just get right to it the moment the door is shut?
I tap my thumb on the steering wheel as we come to a red light. I wish Quinn was here right now. She’d be able to give me some pretty solid advice since this is all new territory for me.
The moment the light turns green Xavier takes off again, but quickly slows down and pulls into a hotel parking lot.
Apparently he can’t wait either.
After I park beside him, I kill the engine and take a deep breath, removing my seat belt in the process.
I can do this. He’s not a stranger anymore, and I trust him. But my pep talk doesn’t do much to settle my nerves. This is a huge step and will change everything.
Suddenly the door opens, and I gasp and clutch my chest. Xavier rests his arm on the top of the car and leans down so he can see my face. “You all right?”
“Yeah—yes. I’m good. I’m ready to do this,” I say with confidence.
Xavier smirks. “You sound like you’re trying to psyche yourself up. Is being alone with me really that scary?”
I swallow hard as I stare into the deep-blue pools of his irises. “I’m not afraid of you.”
His eyes roam over my face, like he’s searching for answers to some unspoken question that he has in his mind. “You know, just because we broke rule number two, it doesn’t mean we have to go after number one next.”
My mind suddenly goes blank. “Remind me what that one is again?”
Xavier’s plump lips pull up into a devilish smile. “You—naked in my bed.”
My eyes widen. “I, um…”
Oh my God. This man has me completely flabbergasted. If I can’t even respond to him talking dirty now, how can I believe I’m ready to move on to the next level with him? Maybe he’s right. Maybe I am rushing things.
I stare up at him, unsure of what to say.
He smiles and nods, like he understands my plight. “It’s okay, beautiful. You don’t have to explain, and you’ve always got the right to change your mind. How about we watch a movie at my place instead?”
Relief floods me, and instantly I’m thankful that he’s not making a big deal about this. Most men would be pissed. “A movie sounds nice.”
Xavier holds out his hand. “Come on.”
I take his hand, and he leads me toward the hotel entrance. I furrow my brow as we walk through the door and right past the front desk. “When you asked me to come over to your place for a movie, a hotel isn’t exactly what I had in mind,” I tell him honestly, still a little confused as he presses the button for the elevator.
We step inside and Xavier presses the button for the twentieth floor. A number of things flow through my mind. If this city is his permanent place of residence, him staying in a hotel doesn’t jive.
When we step onto our designated floor I can’t stop myself from asking, “I thought you said you’re from here.”
He leads me down the hall. “I am from here.”
“But you don’t live in Detroit permanently?” I try to clarify.
“I do. I have a permanent address here,” he answers.
I twist my lips as we stop at the last door. “Then how come you’re staying in a hotel, instead of your own place?”
He sighs as he fishes his room key from his wallet and slips it into the slot. “The property I own is my family home, but it’s not really a place I feel comfortable to actually stay in.”
