He shivered beneath her touch, and his jaw clenched. It pleased her. Her longing rose to the surface, and an unfamiliar emotion overcame her. It swam beneath her skin, lighting little flickers of recognition. It was the same heat—the same feeling—that had made her run the night before. Not this time, though. This time she would own it. Embrace it. Ride it. Enjoy it.
It was her. No one had eyes like that. Eyes as pure as the sky on a fresh, wintery morning. Ones that sucked him in and refused to let go. No one had her touch. Feather light and warm. A touch that sizzled his insides and brought him to his knees. And no one had that pure, simple, cherry-vanilla scent. The sweetness that was only her, like she was a dessert made just for him. To lick, nibble, and enjoy.
A smile curled the corner of Xavier’s mouth. You didn’t think I would let her walk out of my arms without knowing I would see her again soon, did you? Bryant shrugged. Well, no. I guess not. What are you going to do now? The lid of the case slammed shut, and Xavier jerked his vibrating phone back out of his pocket. Well, as soon as I get these fires extinguished, I’m going to go start one with her. Bryant laughed. After this long, that’ll be one hell of a raging inferno. I hope so.
Another flash of recognition sped through her mind. It’s him, her thoughts whispered through the fog of arousal. And she wanted to know who he was. What else he could do for her. What he’d feel like inside her. What he would unleash within her.