really want to . . . you know. Um, have sex.”
She wrapped a soft hand around his biceps, and he felt her touch jolt him all the
way down to his cock. It still throbbed in protest.
Son of a bitch.
He shook his head. If she couldn’t bring herself to say the word “fuck,” she wasn’t
ready to do it. He disentangled himself and stood, jumping quickly into his boxer
briefs and trousers.
When he looked back at her, all rumpled and soft, her lips swollen, her cheeks still
flushed, he cursed himself seven ways from Sunday. He wasn’t ready to leave her alone.
The thought of never taking that mouth, of never tasting her pink folds again, of
never sinking deep inside her bugged the hell out of him. But this girl deserved more
than a hit and run. She deserved devotion. Xander knew himself too well; he wasn’t
the man to give her more than a good time.
“You’re saying no?” She looked betrayed. “Why does my virginity matter to you? It’s
no big deal.”
“So you’re just looking to get rid of it, and I’ll do?” He raised a brow at her.
It should relieve him that she just needed a cock and he happened to be convenient.
Maybe a girl like that wouldn’t get attached after all. But it wasn’t relief he felt.
Aggravation would be a better description. Absolute fucking fury, actually. So strong
it took him by surprise. On some level he didn’t want to examine, he couldn’t stand
the thought of her wanting a penis. He wanted her to want
him
.
Xander raked a hand through his hair. He wasn’t making any sense. Fabulous. She’d
robbed him of rational thought. Maybe he’d let all the shit with Javier derail his
logic. Maybe he was feeling just useless enough that he wanted to mean something to
fucking someone.
And maybe he was just losing his mind.
“Yes,” she admitted. “Well, at first. But you’re obviously really knowledgeable at
everything. I mean sex and all.” She flushed. “You’re fun and nice and sexy. I like
you. Why not?”
Why not?
Good question. She didn’t seem clingy. It wasn’t like she knew enough about him to
be interested in him for his money. He could totally understand how someone in their
twenties would be missing out if they hadn’t experienced sex. Hell, he got cranky
after a couple of days.
But somehow being merely suitable frustrated him. He wasn’t good enough to help Javier,
and Xander was so fucking tired of not mattering to the people who mattered to him.
And now he was just okay for London. Granted, he didn’t know her well enough for her
to be as important to him as his brother, but somehow, he couldn’t blow off her unintended
slight. Nor could he simply let her go.
Didn’t that put him between the proverbial rock and a hard place?
“Look, I know I’m not the most beautiful woman ever. It’s all right if you’re not—”
He silenced her with a scorching stare. Really? She was going to play that card? He’d
all but swallowed her whole when he should have realized long ago that something was
off with her. But he’d kept plowing ahead, wanting it. No, wanting it from her. Fuck,
he still did.
“Not interested?” he asked sharply. “Because being hard enough to pound nails says
that I’m indifferent to you?”
She sighed. “I don’t know. I’ve already admitted that I’ve never done this. Look,
I get it. For whatever reason, you don’t want to. It’s not me, it’s you—or what’s
that stupid cliché? Actually, never mind. We’ll just . . . part here. I liked you,
and you made me feel really good, so thanks for that.”
She backed off the bed, wrapping the big, downy comforter around her, anchoring it
with one hand and searching for her clothes with the other. When she’d managed to
gather everything, she inched back toward an adjoining door, and her gaze melded with
his until she ass-ended her way into the little bathroom.
What the hell was up that she didn’t
She wrapped a soft hand around his biceps, and he felt her touch jolt him all the
way down to his cock. It still throbbed in protest.
Son of a bitch.
He shook his head. If she couldn’t bring herself to say the word “fuck,” she wasn’t
ready to do it. He disentangled himself and stood, jumping quickly into his boxer
briefs and trousers.
When he looked back at her, all rumpled and soft, her lips swollen, her cheeks still
flushed, he cursed himself seven ways from Sunday. He wasn’t ready to leave her alone.
The thought of never taking that mouth, of never tasting her pink folds again, of
never sinking deep inside her bugged the hell out of him. But this girl deserved more
than a hit and run. She deserved devotion. Xander knew himself too well; he wasn’t
the man to give her more than a good time.
“You’re saying no?” She looked betrayed. “Why does my virginity matter to you? It’s
no big deal.”
“So you’re just looking to get rid of it, and I’ll do?” He raised a brow at her.
It should relieve him that she just needed a cock and he happened to be convenient.
Maybe a girl like that wouldn’t get attached after all. But it wasn’t relief he felt.
Aggravation would be a better description. Absolute fucking fury, actually. So strong
it took him by surprise. On some level he didn’t want to examine, he couldn’t stand
the thought of her wanting a penis. He wanted her to want
him
.
Xander raked a hand through his hair. He wasn’t making any sense. Fabulous. She’d
robbed him of rational thought. Maybe he’d let all the shit with Javier derail his
logic. Maybe he was feeling just useless enough that he wanted to mean something to
fucking someone.
And maybe he was just losing his mind.
“Yes,” she admitted. “Well, at first. But you’re obviously really knowledgeable at
everything. I mean sex and all.” She flushed. “You’re fun and nice and sexy. I like
you. Why not?”
Why not?
Good question. She didn’t seem clingy. It wasn’t like she knew enough about him to
be interested in him for his money. He could totally understand how someone in their
twenties would be missing out if they hadn’t experienced sex. Hell, he got cranky
after a couple of days.
But somehow being merely suitable frustrated him. He wasn’t good enough to help Javier,
and Xander was so fucking tired of not mattering to the people who mattered to him.
And now he was just okay for London. Granted, he didn’t know her well enough for her
to be as important to him as his brother, but somehow, he couldn’t blow off her unintended
slight. Nor could he simply let her go.
Didn’t that put him between the proverbial rock and a hard place?
“Look, I know I’m not the most beautiful woman ever. It’s all right if you’re not—”
He silenced her with a scorching stare. Really? She was going to play that card? He’d
all but swallowed her whole when he should have realized long ago that something was
off with her. But he’d kept plowing ahead, wanting it. No, wanting it from her. Fuck,
he still did.
“Not interested?” he asked sharply. “Because being hard enough to pound nails says
that I’m indifferent to you?”
She sighed. “I don’t know. I’ve already admitted that I’ve never done this. Look,
I get it. For whatever reason, you don’t want to. It’s not me, it’s you—or what’s
that stupid cliché? Actually, never mind. We’ll just . . . part here. I liked you,
and you made me feel really good, so thanks for that.”
She backed off the bed, wrapping the big, downy comforter around her, anchoring it
with one hand and searching for her clothes with the other. When she’d managed to
gather everything, she inched back toward an adjoining door, and her gaze melded with
his until she ass-ended her way into the little bathroom.
What the hell was up that she didn’t
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