Chapter 9: Chapter 9

MELODY

I gazed into Xavier’s eyes, and the air charged with a thick heat. It was making it hard to breathe.

I ached, wanting his lips on mine. I wanted to feel him again. I wanted everything—his lips, his tongue, his cock. I wanted him so badly it hurt.

Drawing a deep breath and reminding myself to stay calm, I turned to him and crossed my arms to keep from reaching out to touch him, because I couldn’t trust myself when I was around him.

“Why are you here?” I asked.

He took a step toward me. I took a step back.

“You lied to me,” he hissed and took two steps again toward me. I took two steps back.

“So? Do you think I would give my real name to a stranger who I would never see again?” I stole a glance at the door to see if I could run out.

The pull I was feeling toward him only increased with every step. All those feelings I’d felt nearly a year ago were coming back. The chemistry and passion crackled around us.

“Don’t think about running. You aren’t going anywhere till I say.” He took another step, and I took another step back. My back hit the wall.

I closed my eyes, trying in vain to not notice the heat of his body or the mouth-watering scent of him. He was so close I could smell his cologne.

My core clenched as a deep throb of desire made itself known between my legs.

“Fine,” I huffed. I waited for him to say something so I could get out of this damn bathroom.

I felt heat spreading through me from my head right down to my toes as his eyes lingered on me. His pupils had dilated, darkening his eyes and making them seem even deeper.

I couldn’t help but get drawn to them, like there was a force pulling us closer together. The memories of his body pressed up against me flashed through my mind, and my panties soaked through more.

He grabbed my hips possessively, pulling me against him. His lips captured mine in a hard, long kiss, making me moan. “Xavier.”

My senses flew out the window. I couldn’t think straight. All I could think of was his lips on mine, his body flush against mine. I pulled him closer, deepening the kiss, and I sucked his bottom lip.

“Sara,” he groaned in a deep, growly voice as our tongues started dancing together. His hands roamed all over my body.

Almost one whole year, I had been imagining his lips on me; now he kissed me like a hungry man devouring the only meal he’d had for days. It was hot, passionate, even almost explosive.

Leaving my lips, his lips traveled down to the column of my neck. I arched back, giving him full access.

His hand kneaded my breast, his thumb rolling my hard nipple. My arms tightened around him, and I moaned loudly, “Oh God, Xavier.”

My core clenched with need. I wanted him, and I wanted him now.

Suddenly, Lisa’s face popped into my mind, and the realization hit me that I was making out with my sister’s boyfriend.

I pushed him away. “What the fuck are you doing? You are my sister’s boyfriend.”

Regret and realization flashed in Xavier’s eyes. He took a step back, like he was surprised by his own actions.

“I’m sorry,” he said. It was a decent enough apology. So I let it go as if he’d never kissed me, but I could still feel that phantom kiss on my lips.

“Can I go now?” I asked him. I was breathing hard. I knew I had to get the hell out of here before I did something I regretted. I couldn’t seem to control my needs in front of him.

“No,” he said, glaring at me.

“Someone will come looking for us, and let’s make one thing clear, Mr. Clark. Whatever happened in New York stayed in New York. It was only one night of fun.

“I very well made it clear before leaving the club. After that night, we would be strangers,” I said, pushing him away. I walked to the door.

He grabbed me by my wrist and pulled me into his hard chest. I still remembered how I had felt when I ran my hand, my tongue, my lips on those hard abs.

“It looks like you’re forgetting something.” He gave me a smug smile. “Let me remind you, Sara.”

“It’s Melody,” I told him, interrupting.

“I like ~Sara~, so let me remind you it was not only one night,” he rasped and pulled me closer. Our bodies were flush together.

He leaned down so his breath was fanning my neck, and he kissed my neck and nibbled on my earlobe, making me moan.

“It was two nights and one whole day we spent together in bed, exploring each other’s body parts, each other’s weak spots.” He bit the base of my neck, and I moaned loudly. “Xavier,” I breathed.

A smug smile played on his lips. “See? I know you and your every weak spot.”

My body was already on the edge of orgasm, and he had barely even touched me yet.

“Do you remember your note you left behind? When you snuck out without telling me, I was furious. I tried to track you, but I didn’t know anything about you except for your fake name,” he said.

He turned me back around and lifted my skirt up to get access to me, and he pulled my wet panties off.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking wet, Sara,” he groaned, thrusting his two fingers into me, making me moan.

“Oh… Xavier,” I moaned loudly. My body quaked with need as the pad of his thumb began to circle my swollen clit.

“Fuck, I love it when you call my name like that,” he said.

His fingers worked in and out of me with increasing speed and then he curled them, hitting the spot that made me scream with pleasure.

“Say it again; say my name again.” He slapped my ass cheek, making me shriek with surprise.

“Xavier,” I moaned loudly.

“Do you like that?” he asked, and he slapped my ass again, harder.

I looked at him in the mirror, meeting his gaze, wickedness glinting in his eyes.

“Yeah, I like it,” I whimpered in pleasure.

“You are coming,” he stated, his eyes hooded with desire.

“Yes,” I gasped.

He increased the speed of his fingers, fucking my pussy and rubbed his thumb on my clitoris, and the hot, fiery pressure inside me exploded.

I bit my lip, unable anymore to contain the pleasure ripping through me.

“Xavier,” I screamed his name as I came even harder.

He knelt down to dip his tongue in my pussy hole, taking every drop of my cum like his life depended on it, his finger still working inside me, making me scream uncontrollably.

Finally, he removed his fingers from me and stood up, holding my gaze. He opened his mouth and licked my juices from his fingers. “So delicious,” he moaned, closing his eyes.

I looked away, feeling ashamed. I couldn’t think straight when my lusty body took over my mind.

There was a smug grin on his face. He knew what power he held over me.

He turned me so I was facing him, and he put his hand on my cheek and stroked my skin with his thumb. I couldn’t help but melt into his touch.

Before I knew it, my eyes were closed, and my head was tilted up. He leaned down and put his lips on mine.

It was gentle, slow. He had the kind of presence that immediately made me feel at ease. I couldn’t help but let my guard down.

“I miss you, Sara,” Xavier said when he pulled away.

My body tensed when I realized what had just happened. “It was a mistake. You have a girlfriend. I should have known before sleeping with you.” Tears pricked my eyes.

I broke free of Xavier’s arms.

“We weren’t together then, when we hooked up that night. Believe me, I am not a cheater. Just let me explain,” he said.

I didn’t reply. I squatted to take my panties from the floor. Before I could take them, he quickly picked the panties up and tucked them in his pocket.

“Hey, give them back to me.” I stretched my hand out.

“No, you’re going commando,” he said with a smirk.

“Give them back to me.” I gave him a deathly glare, but he stared down at me with a cocky grin.

I smirked. “Keep them. My boyfriend will be happy to see me commando.”

For a while, I thought his smirk would fade. I looked at him questioningly.

“Do you know who I am and what my specialty is?” he asked.

I snorted. “You are a womanizer, and your specialty is to charm women into your bed.”

His smirk faded, and he grew quiet. He looked at me with sad eyes.

“I’m a lawyer, and I know when people are lying, so the point is he’s not your boyfriend. I know,” he said in a low voice.

My eyes widened. “He is my boyfriend,” I insisted, crossing my arms.

A loud knock on the door pulled me out of the haze. I turned and glared at him and pushed him away from me. He only smiled, seeing the effect he had on me.

“Baby, are you there?” Dan’s voice came from the other side of the door.

“Yeah, I’m coming.” I took a step toward the door. He grabbed me and pinned me against the wall again.

“We’re not finished yet.” He licked his finger, moaning like it was his favorite dessert.

“Listen to me. Just give me a chance to explain myself. We’re not even together, because I don’t date. I can’t explain everything to you now. We had an arrangement. I’ll break it off.”

“But I’m not breaking up with my boyfriend. It doesn’t matter to me if you break up with her or not. It was fun, whatever was between us.

“You’re a sexy stranger to me who I had two nights and one day of fun with, nothing more.” I walked to the door.

I turned. “It was nice meeting you, stranger.” I winked and walked out of the bathroom.