11. Rachel

CHAPTER 11

RACHEL

X ander takes me upstairs, setting me down in the center of a cloud. Well, not really a cloud, but that’s what the enormous bed feels like, with the tall stack of pillows and the white, fluffy duvet.

I laugh, breathless, as he unzips my booties and pulls them off my feet. Massaging the sensitive arches with his thumbs, a soft moan escapes my lips.

“That feels amazing.”

“I’m going to make you feel amazing all over.” His deep, husky voice sends a shiver of excitement skittering up my thighs as he smooths his calloused palms over my legs, inching my dress up over my hips.

Hot desire licks at me with every stroke, every caress, wetness dampening my panties. I’m on edge, keyed up, and it’s wonderful.

Xander’s wonderful.

Ever since we met, he’s all I think about. I’m a teenage girl with a crush on a professional hockey star. The only difference is this crush is not some poster on my wall. No, he’s very, very real, his full lips kissing up the inside of my thigh.

“Xander…” I moan, chill bumps rising on my skin.

He lifts his head, those brilliant blue eyes gazing at me through dark lashes. “Is this okay?”

“Yes,” I murmur as he resumes his kisses, creeping up toward the apex of my legs. “Better than okay.”

“Good.” He nips lightly at my skin and I shiver, a shockwave racing straight to my clit.

This man knows what he’s doing.

He kisses and sucks through the thin satin panties as I grip the thick cords of muscle in his shoulders, squirming under his attention.

“You like that?”

“Mmm-hmm.” I can’t form a coherent thought right now, let alone a complete sentence as he slides my panties off. Then he’s back between my legs, his tongue swiping through my wetness.

“You taste so good.”

My face burns, heat rushing through me, from my core, to my belly, all the way up to my chest. My breathing’s coming in shallow pants as he licks and sucks. Swirling his tongue through my wet heat, my thighs fall further apart.

“That’s a good girl, spreading for me.”

His dirty words turn me on even more, the praise oozing over me like golden honey, warming me up from the inside. Plunging his tongue deep inside me, I writhe under his attention. His hands find my hips and grip me, holding me in place.

“Xander?”

“Yes?” The word’s muffled as he continues sucking, not breaking pace.

“I’ve never orgasmed this way before. I’m not sure I can.”

He pauses, lifting his head to look at me. “Really? No one’s ever made you come this way?”

I shake my head, face burning.

His lips tip up, a glint in his eyes. “Challenge accepted.”

Then he dips back down, lapping harder and faster. I giggle, the tightness in my chest melting away. Closing my eyes, I give into the sensations, letting him lick and suck, each movement inching me closer to ecstasy. Excitement pricks at my skin, building deep in my belly. Xander eases a finger inside me and my muscles contract. He adds another and starts pumping, still sucking hard on my clit.

The pressure’s enough to send me crashing over the edge. My body shakes as sparkly pleasure rolls over me in waves.

“Oh my god!” I cry, bucking against his mouth. My nails dig into his traps as I ride my release.

He chuckles, the throaty vibration humming against my skin. “I usually go by Xander…”

Swiping at his mouth, he crawls up beside me on the bed and strokes my cheek.

“That was good, baby girl. I knew you could do it.”

Blushing under his gaze, I’m suddenly self-conscious. I tug my dress down and Xander’s hand flies to my stomach.

“No.” He locks eyes with me. “You’re gorgeous and I want to see you. All of you. Besides, it’s totally unfair that I’m almost naked and you still have your clothes on. Come here.”

Reaching for my hands, he pulls me up gently.

“Arms up.”

I do as he says, lifting my arms over my head. The sweater dress inches up high on my thighs as I do so, the air cool on my heated skin. Xander eases the fabric up my torso, his palms moving beneath the cotton. Eventually, everything goes dark and he pulls the dress over my head, then drops it on the ground.

I feel exposed, sitting here in only my bra. But I risk a quick peek at him and notice the way he’s staring at me, his pupils blown wide with lust.

He reaches around, unhooking my bra with one hand. A real pro move. The satin falls away from my body and I’m fully naked before him.

“Fucking stunning.”

Smashing his mouth to mine in a smoldering kiss, I open to him and he shoves in roughly, urgently. His hands fly over my skin, caressing every inch of me, and I’m panting with need all over again.

I tug at the waistband of his briefs and he sheds the last bit of clothing without ever breaking the kiss. He presses me back down onto the bed, my head resting on the pillows, and then he straddles me.

“You’re beautiful,” I whisper, running my hand up and down the hard ridges of his abs.

He chuckles, the sound reverberating against my palm. “Thanks. I’ve put in a lot of gym time. It’s nice someone appreciates it.”

“I do.”

Brushing my hair from my face, Xander claims my lips in a bruising kiss. All my doubts, hesitations, insecurities fly away in that moment with him.

“I want you.” The words are quiet, my heart pounding.

“I want you too. You sure about this?”

I nod. “One hundred percent.”

He reaches over and opens the drawer of the nightstand, pulling out a shiny foil packet. Ripping it open with his teeth, he rolls it over his thick cock, pumping the shaft a few times. I massage his balls, feeling the heavy weight of them in my palm.

Xander eases the tip of his cock into me, giving me time to adjust to the stretch, the feeling of fullness. He’s large, much larger than anyone I’ve ever been with, and he’s definitely taking it slow. He pushes in a little further, and my breath hitches.

“Shh, relax, baby. Breathe. That’s a good girl.”

He shoves in deeper still and I feel my body loosen up, accommodating him.

“That’s right, just relax.”

I focus on Xander: the chiseled line of his jaw, the broad, muscled chest, the deep V pointing to the spot where we’re now joined.

He’s all the way inside me now, and there’s no space left between us. Shifting his hips a fraction, he thrusts and it’s amazing. My muscles squeeze and pulse around his thick shaft and he moves faster, pumping into me.

Together we find a rhythm, him giving, me receiving, and the moment’s so intimate tears prick behind my eyes. I’ve never been with a man like Xander before, one who takes his time, sees me.

“Rach, you okay?”

I nod, biting down on my lip as pleasure ripples through my limbs.

This man is worthy of his hockey god status.

He strokes my skin, up and down my belly, cupping my breasts and thumbing the sensitive nipples, riding me the entire time.

“Xander—” I gasp, pressure building in my core.

Knowing exactly what’s happening, he pinches my clit and I cry out. “Oh my god!”

“Come for me, baby girl. That’s right. Be a good girl and fuck me.”

His words flow over me, sending me crashing over the edge. He follows right behind, pumping inside me until he finally stills.

“Fuck, Rachel.” Bending down, he kisses me softly on the lips and I sigh happily. “That was amazing.”

He slides out, rolling the condom off and tossing it to the floor. Then he collapses back onto the bed, pulling me onto his chest.

I wince, a sharp pain flying down my arm as Xander’s thumb presses against one of the bruises Charles left behind after our fight the other night.

Xander frowns, his brow furrowing. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I have a bruise or two. No big deal.”

“Did I do that?” His voice tips up in horror.

“No.” I shake my head, pressing my lips together. “It was Charles.”

Anger flashes across Xander’s face. “That bastard. Did he hit you?”

“No. It’s stupid.” I bite the inside of my cheek, embarrassed.

“He’s stupid, not you. What happened?” Xander smooths my hair and something inside me unlocks, allowing me to be vulnerable and honest with him. Not something I’m used to at all.

“When you left, we argued. He grabbed me too hard, that’s all.”

Xander’s jaw ticks. “I’m going to kick his ass.”

“Please don’t. That will only make things worse.”

“Yeah, for him. Because that bastard’s not going to be able to crack his knuckles after I’m done with him.”

“Xander!” I swat at his bare chest.

“I’m serious, Rachel. A man should never put his hands on a woman. Ever.”

“Please don’t do anything to make things worse for yourself. You have a lot to lose and I’m not worth it.”

Xander drops his lips to mine, kissing me long and soft and slow. “Shh. Of course you are. But I won’t beat him up. This time. If he puts one more scratch or bruise on this amazing body again, though, he’s cooked.”

I laugh, my chest lightening. “Fine. Deal.”

Running his thumb along my jawline, he tips my head up to meet his gaze. “I’m being serious, Rachel. I’m watching out for you now. You and Jett. All you have to do is say the word, and he’s toast.”

I press my mouth to his. “Thanks, Xander. I appreciate it.”

He nibbles on my bottom lip, sending a hot pulse straight to my core. “I’ve got you. Always.”