Book 3: SNARE:
Holy heat wave, it’s so hot and I’m so tired. Why am I so hot?
Kicking, I try to get the covers off my body, but there’s no cover.
Why the hell is it so hot?
My back is sweating and drops are forming between my breasts.
“Stop kicking,” Xavier mumbles.
A heavy weight lands against my legs, preventing any chance of me falling back to sleep.
Finally, I understand the source of the heat. Xavier is wrapped around me, his chest to my back, chin on my head, and arm draped over my side.
My eyes snap open.
“Sleeper Creeper, keep your hands to yourself,” I exclaim, pulling his hand off my boob.
“Shhh, sleeping,” he says with a yawn.
My chest and neck flush with heat.
“Oh my God! Your body is like the fires of Mordor,” I cry, trying to shove him off.
He doesn’t move.
“Get off me before the skin melts off my body.” I give another hard shove.
“Did you just Lord of the Rings me?” he asks, sounding fully awake, but still not moving.
“Yes, Lord Sauron, I did. Now, go forge the one ring with someone else,” I complain, trying to get his arm off and slip away.
Instead, he tightens it around my body, palm flat on my stomach. Instinctively, I suck in my stomach, while also trying to twist away from him.
“You’re crazy,” he sighs and continues, “and it’s definitely my kind of crazy.”
I still at his words and furrow my brow.
His hand slips up my stomach, stopping just beneath my left breast. The length of his body presses closer to mine. I close my eyes, trying to decide if I want to stop him or beg him to keep going.
With a swipe of his thumb, he brushes my under boob. Every muscle in my body tenses as a burning throb starts between my legs. The fires of Mordor have moved well below my Middle Earth. I clench my thighs together, fighting against the desire.
In a swift move, he buries his face in my neck, the tickle of his beard and soft heat of his lips pushing for surrender. Xavier runs his nose over my skin.
“What do you smell like?” he asks in a whisper against my neck, his words branding my flesh.
Three knocks on the door stop me from answering and bring me out of my lust-filled haze.
I shove his hand off me as the door opens and his mother enters. Xavier lifts his head.
Blatantly looking us over, she grins wide and says, “I thought I heard you two awake.”
“What do you need—?”
“You two look awfully comfy,” she interrupts.
Groaning, I elbow Xavier.
“Is there a reason you barged in here?” Xavier asks, finally rolling off me.
“Oh,” she says innocently, putting a hand to her chest, “you know what? I don’t even remember.”
She shakes her head.
“I’ll let you two get back to…” she pauses, raking her eyes over us again, “get back to it.”
With a self-satisfied grin, she slips out of the room and closes the door.
“Your mom is—”
“Easy, tiger, that’s my mom,” he cuts me off.
I sit up and stretch my arms over my head.
“Yeah, but…” I yawn, “she’s insane.”
“Thought you loved her,” he teases, poking me in the rib with his finger.
“I’m not ticklish,” I disclose, dropping my arms back to my sides. “And I do love her, but I don’t know how you handle her on a daily basis.”
I place my feet on the floor, my ass on the edge of the bed.
“I don’t live with my mother,” he says to my back.
“Sure you don’t, momma’s boy.”
Xavier grabs me around my waist and I scream as he pulls me back to the bed. I fight to get away, my arms and legs flailing.
“What’d you call me?”
He pins me to the bed by my wrists with one leg over both of mine.
“Really?” I raise my brow and purse my lips. “Of all the things I call you, that’s the one you’re seeking revenge for?”
“My sisters are constantly picking and have most of my life. Now, you get the punishment on their behalf as well.”
“That’s not fair,” I argue. “What are you doing?”
He snuggles his body against mine.
“Melting your skin off with my hotness.”
“You’re an idiot,” I say between laughter and fighting to get free.
All laughter flees when his hand traces down my arm.
Licking his bottom lip, his eyes come to mine and hold them with such intensity, I begin to breathe harder.
His hand slides along the skin of my arm, the side of my left breast, and over my ribs before reversing back up my body. When his hand reaches my wrist, he slips it into mine. Entwining both sets of our fingers, he shifts over and between my legs.
Like the slut I am, I open them without hesitation.
He draws our clasped hands just above my head, his forearms taking most of his weight. Our eyes remain locked until he bends and presses his mouth to mine.
The soft touch of his mouth sends a thousand tingles across my skin. The tip of his tongue touches my lip, gaining immediate access, and plunges inside.
All softness gone, he immerses me in his kiss and pushes his hard body into mine. Every sense fills with Xavier—his scent, taste, the way his beard rubs against my face, the feel of his body, the soft growls rumbling up from his chest.
I tighten my hands in his and return the kiss, pressing my hips up. The silent invitation is given, but instead of taking it, he pulls his mouth from mine. He drops his head to my shoulder for just a moment before rolling off me.
“This shouldn’t happen,” he groans, covering his face with his hands. “It would be…”
With deep, calming breaths, I swallow the lump in my throat and will away the tears stinging the back of my eyes.
“A total fucking mistake,” I finish for him.
When two explosive personalities collide, one runs and the other snares.