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“You’re bad,” he said.
The need in his voice was obvious, but her own eyes closed, losing herself in the fantasy like he was really there.Like everything they said was true and happening to her in that vivid moment.
“You do it.You make me bad.All your demands.The way you need to be inside me.”
“You make me want you, make me need you.Fuck.Being inside you is the only place I want to be.The way your pussy squeezes my cock.Shit, baby.That noise, that gasp, it’s like you’re calling to me.”
Moving with her own fingers, she sped up, picturing them together.Just like he said.Picturing being beneath him, feeling him everywhere.The heat of their desperate bodies, the panting, sweating, breathing, needing.
“Xavie,” she pulled the word in on a breath.
“That’s it.Fuck, yeah.”
The clench of his teeth, she could hear it in his tone.
How he needed her.How he wanted her.
“Xavie, I—”
A burst of pleasure exploded in her gut, pulling her muscles tight, squeezing like he was there, yet she was empty.Damn, being with him felt good, until it reminded her of the distance between them.
“Shit.”
His exclamation was ground out from deep in his throat.She hadn’t thought about how he’d finish, where he’d finish, until the haze cleared from her eyes to show him wrapping up some Kleenex.
“This is romantic,” she said, pushing her skirt back down.
“You don’t have to miss it.”
She could have it if she got on a plane.“There’s still work to do.I’ll be home soon.”
“Be good, Radley.”
“Not if there’s a chance to be bad.”
And the line disconnected.
She sighed.Did he need more time to clean up, or was that all he wanted?Maybe his climax reminded him as it reminded her.They weren’t close enough to be everything they had to be.Before him, she had Hotshot, but it wasn’t like this.Becoming real world, a part of each other’s lives, the draw grew.She didn’t just want to be near him.Her core was empty, her gut light.It just didn’t feel right.Thank God they wouldn’t have to feel like this forever.
THIRTY-FIVE
“MEN ARE COMPLETE idiots,” Roxie said, coming into her apartment on Sunday.
“I agree with you.”Why was that relevant to the moment?“What did Zairn do now?”
“It’s not my guy, it’s your guy.He’s an idiot.”
Another point she wouldn’t refute.“I’d ask what he did this time, but I’m not sure I want to know.”As she closed the door and turned, the look of confusion on Roxie’s face stalled her.“What?”
“There’s a party downstairs.For you.”Was that the time?“All those contacts we promised to woo for Hope.”
“Shit, I’m sorry,” she said.“I got caught up in—can you give me a half hour?”
“I thought that’s why you were… You didn’t hear about Rourke?He didn’t call you?”
“Call me about what?”she asked on a laugh.“If he’s being idiotic, he won’t call me.No, actually, he will because he never thinks he’s being idiotic.It’s up to me to clue him in.”
Roxie was wary.“Okay.Then a half hour it is.Have you tried Gin and It yet?I’ll mix some while you get ready.”
