Come Undone (9 page)

She’d never before slipped a hand between her thighs and sought relief, unless she was entirely alone and hidden in the depths of her walk-in closet, but damn – her front tooth punctured her lip, she bit so hard – she needed, was so very sorely tempted, to rub.

She couldn’t do that here. What would he think?

Nor did she want to leave his bed. What if he woke and found her gone? Would he then think her like all the rest?

She wanted him all over her. His hands and mouth seeking out her sweet spots, thumbs thrumming against her rock-hard nipples, Xane sucking her as she’d sucked him.

Her body didn’t know what to do with itself. It would be impossible to sleep.

‘Xane.’ She prodded his shoulder, but to no joy. He gave a soft grunt, nothing more.

How long would he sleep before he was ready for round two? Would she be insane by that point?

‘Xane.’

Tears in her eyes, Dani rolled onto her side as far away from his scrumptious body as she could get, which, given that he was sprawled right down the centre of the bed, wasn’t nearly far enough away to grant her any sort of privacy.

She needed to come so desperately …

‘Hey, why are you right over there?’ Xane followed her to the edge of the mattress, where he spooned up against her back. ‘You’ve done a right number on me. I think my brains are in my feet.’ He draped one arm over her hip.

Dani stiffened over the positioning, but need overrode her fears, and his heat against her back intensified the wildfire burning along her nerves.

Her tight-fitting clothing stuck to her feverish skin.

Xane’s fingers crept beneath the hem of her skirt, making her tense further. God – she needed him to do something before she expired.

‘Time I demonstrated a few mad skills of my own.’ He breathed close to her ear. ‘You didn’t think I’d leave you wanting, did you?’ His thumb hooked under the outer edge of her underwear, then drew back and forth, back and forth under the seam, driving her insane.

‘Xane, I need …’

‘I know, sweetheart. I’m going to take care of it.’ His index and middle fingers tucked under the inner edge of her panties, and brushed into her curls.

Down a bit, she prayed, biting her lip. Desperate, she lifted herself into his touch. Her clit throbbed. Suddenly, Xane had her sprawled on her back and his large body was over her. His hips wedged into the space between her knees, while his head lay level with her navel.

Glossy black, iron-straight hair shrouded his face, brushed his biceps and tickled her skin where he’d nudged up the hem of her top. The faint trace of stubble on his chin scraped against her belly. If she hadn’t been so desirous, then she might better have anticipated what came next. Xane didn’t understand that her need didn’t require him to peel her clothes off. He tugged. He lifted.

Dani frantically captured his hands and held them in place against her stomach. ‘Don’t take anything off,’ she insisted.

Xane rested his chin against her waistband. ‘Nothing? Are you going to undress yourself?’

Dani bit her lip hard. She shook her head.

‘So I can’t taste these?’ He flicked his index fingers across her tightly steepled nipples, which poked prominently against her clingy black top. ‘Or suck, right here?’ He tapped two fingers against the top of her mound. ‘Where’s the fun in that?’

‘You can do both those things, just don’t undress me.’

He arched an eyebrow. ‘Kinky. A bit weird … but I kind of like it.’

‘Oh, fuck!’ Dani sighed as he drew one taut nipple into the heat of his mouth in a way that shot pulses of pleasure down to her already needy pussy. If he touched her down there, she’d … she’d explode or something. She’d never experienced excitement like this: the anticipation, waiting for him to work his way down her body; the torment of each and every slow kiss. He nibbled and sucked at the edge of her tummy button, explored its depths with his tongue, until her clit grew impossibly hot and swollen.

Dani spread her thighs, opening for him as he crept lower and lower.

He sought her gaze, begged permission with two silvery-grey eyes.
Please, Dani. Let me taste you.

She arched to him as Xane dipped his head. His tongue slid against the bud of her clit. Even dulled a little by the layer of sodden fabric, it electrified every cell of her body.

‘It’s no good, Dani.’ His tongue danced along the seam of her knickers, darting beneath where it could, but never seeking its true goal. ‘These pretty things have got to come off.’

He didn’t allow her to deny him, simply ripped them off and flung them away from the bed.

‘Now,’ he said, staring at her bared sex. ‘Now the real pleasure begins.’

Dani thought she knew what to expect. After all, he wasn’t the first guy to put his tongue on her clit. Only no one else had ever kissed her there with such a show of devotion. He made love to her pussy, the same way he kissed her lips, with an explosive mixture of passion and reverence. Xane teased. He nibbled, until her juices covered the whole lower half of his face and Dani had her toes stretched to points as pronounced as the peaks of her nipples.

A desperate ache built in her womb. Every time he touched her, she jumped a little. It was too much and not enough. Unable to grasp hold of Xane, she sought purchase for her hand on the pillows, and then the underside of the headboard. With her braced thus, her first climax struck her hard. It rippled through her limbs, relaxing her, only for her muscles to tense again immediately. Xane kept on riding the wave of energy with her. He shoved her legs wide, urging her to bend her knees and open up completely to him.

He pushed two fingers inside her and curled them while he drummed a rapid tattoo against her nub, then used his thumb to sweep over the delicate puckered ring of her anus.

Dani’s pulse raced, struggling to keep pace with her rapid breaths. ‘What are doing?’ she gasped, shocked by how much that filthy touch turned her on.

‘Giving you a good time, I hope.’

Xane slithered upwards over her body, holding himself up on his strong arms. His hips aligned with her. She felt it then, his arousal every bit as robust as hers. He pressed into her, his thick length bare against her swollen pussy. ‘Feel this. Know how much I want you. I want to fuck into you, hard and –’

‘– fast.’

‘– steady,’ he insisted. ‘I want to take you so that it lasts and lasts, and we’re both so desperate for it that in the end we can’t help but let go. And even that lasts because we’ve built up so much heat it can’t all escape at once. Your pussy is going to lock tight around me, squeezing every drop of pleasure from me. And my cock is going to fill you so well you’re not going to want us to part.’

She already wished that.

‘Do it,’ she urged, caught up in the moment and the joy of his cock’s continued slide against her mound.

‘I can’t move from here,’ Xane insisted, ‘and the nearest condom is upstairs in my wallet, unless you walk around carrying such a thing.’

‘No. Sorry, I don’t, but I’ll go,’ Dani gasped. Her teeth tore at her lower lip.

‘You won’t,’ Xane insisted, kissing her, and hating that he was causing her pain. Life cursed the unprepared but, even so, neither of them was moving anyway. He refused to let this moment end. Streaking up the stairs would ruin the mood, and, even if there was a condom nearer, getting it would still destroy the closeness they had right now.

‘What then? Breathe until it passes? I want you inside me.’ Dani complained. Her hot breath buffeted his face.

He wanted that too, but this was the one area where he refused to break the rules. ‘I think I stopped breathing five minutes ago,’ he gasped. There certainly wasn’t a whole lot of oxygen left in his brain. ‘I’ve an idea.’ He lifted his hips. ‘Close your legs.’ He spread his thighs over the top of hers, without moving from his seat against her pussy.

‘And now?’ she asked, though he figured she’d already grasped the idea. Her thighs were clamped tightly together giving him only a tiny bit of wriggle room. They didn’t need much, and she was so wet and ready for him, lubrication was never going to be an issue.

Xane lifted up, then surged forward and down. They were so close to being joined, all it would take was a slight adjustment of angles and he’d be in her deep. Instead, he somehow kept his head and slid back and forth in the channel between her thighs. It might not be what either of them really wanted, but it worked the desired magic all the same. Each time he rose up, his cock nudged the underside of her clit, causing her to cry out and beg him for more … or perhaps for mercy.

Maybe the two were one and the same.

Maybe all that mattered was that pinnacle of each slide when his glans lay right against her clit and his balls were screaming.

He didn’t cry as his orgasm crept up, he howled, and then buried his face against her breast, happy to linger in her arms as she chased her own release, grinding hard against him.

Only when she was spent and languid did he again move his head between her thighs to clean up the mess he’d made. Dani came again, more quietly, her clit pulsing hot against his tongue, and he didn’t think for a moment about the lover who’d so soundly rejected him.

Soft breaths tickled the skin just below Xane’s ear. The weight of a head rested upon his shoulder. For one sublime moment everything was right with the world. He was waking with his lover in his arms. Then he reached out and an acre of empty bed filled the space to his left. Xane cracked open one eyelid. Dark hair, longer than it ought to have been, fanned across his chest. Her head rested in the groove between his pecs and his collarbone, while her right hand lay over his thumping heart.

That’s when it all came crashing back. The ring, walking off stage, breaking up the band and then picking up a girl and having her ferry him home; trying to get drunk and blot it all out, having sex which, for a few sublime moments at least, did exactly that, and then passing out believing he’d somehow stumbled upon someone special.

Dick-brain rides again, he chastised himself.

Only one thing confounded him about it. He frowned, trying to figure it out. Why was she still fully dressed, when he was naked?

‘Are you awake?’ she asked after a minute or two.

Xane puffed a strand of her hair from his face. ‘I didn’t think you were.’

Dani rolled onto her stomach and propped herself up on her elbows to look at him. Surprisingly, she was every bit as beautiful as he remembered. Not elegant or smart – there were smears of last night’s make-up around her eyes – but pleasingly lovely, with those deep dark-brown eyes that he could fall right into. Xane always appreciated the opportunity to get lost in a woman. She didn’t disappoint on that front. Matter-of-fact, now he was in this position, he planned to remain lost for as long as he could convince her to stay.

Being with her certainly beat being alone, which he hated at the best of times. He didn’t want to think about what he could have done differently. He didn’t want to think about anything at all.

‘How’s your head?’ Dani asked, peering at him intently as though searching his demeanour for signs of weakness. ‘I brought you some water last night. Maybe you should drink some. It should still be all right.’

‘My head’s fine.’ He raised himself off the pillows in order to verify that fact. No one sheared an axe through his skull, nor did he suffer a kaleidoscopic vision of the room spinning. OK, a few alarm bells went off, but none of them were due to chemical imbalances. They were merely a function of having had so much shit happen.

‘Honestly, you don’t have a hangover?’

Xane shook his head, and when that still didn’t result in a dynamite explosion he followed through with a grin. ‘You needn’t look that shocked. I didn’t drink that much. Half the vodka went over the floor.’

‘You probably always drink too much.’

Xane shook his head before collapsing back onto the pillows. ‘What are you – the new voice of my subconscious? You don’t need to sign me up for an AA meeting yet.’ Booze had merely been the instrument for crashing out. It wasn’t as if he had any great taste for the stuff. What he did have a taste for was far more dangerous, not to mention just within reach.

Lord, that pout of hers made him want to dive on top of her and spend a ridiculous amount of time kissing it. Apparently some god or another had been looking out for him last night; he couldn’t believe fate alone had handed him the perfect person to take his mind off things.

‘So you’re able to get up?’

Able, definitely. Willing, absolutely not. Leastways, not in the sense she meant. He’d already risen in the other department, recalling the scent and sensation they’d shared last night.

Ways to get over somebody, number three: fall in love with somebody else.

Stupid? Absolutely.

Possible? Hell, yes.

He shuffled down the bed, in order to get a fraction closer to her. When he kissed her lips, he wanted it to be easy. No straining. No reasons to stop.

‘What?’ Dani asked, eyeing him warily. ‘Why are you looking at me like that?’

‘Like what?’ Xane took hold of her hand and brought her fingertips to his lips.

‘Like you’re about to eat me.’

‘Don’t you like the way I eat you?’ He ticked his tongue against his upper lip and she flushed scarlet.

She blushed ridiculously prettily. He didn’t think he’d ever made Elspeth blush.

‘I liked it,’ Dani admitted. Yet she stiffened as he trailed his fingers over her cheek and down the side of her neck.

‘I think we’ve some unfinished business to see to, don’t you?’

‘I shouldn’t waste any more of your time.’

‘You haven’t wasted a moment of it.’ He drew his caress down over her shoulders, then across to embrace the swell of her breasts. He remembered now how she’d been so insistent about staying covered up, which only made him all more determined to unwrap her.

Dani scrambled away from him. She sat up on her haunches and clasped her hands together in her lap. ‘You need to meet with your band this morning.’

Fuck! Alcohol had nothing on this girl for smashing his skull to pieces. That shocker made him wince.