‘On my knees, with my tongue.’ He poked it out and wiggled it at her. ‘And possibly employing a finger or two.’
‘If you do that it’s going to be completely obvious to anyone passing—’
‘There is no one passing by.’ He held her gaze. ‘Let me give you this, Dani. It’ll help you relax. You think I don’t know you’re worked up about me seeing Luthor, but I know. I get it, but you really don’t have anything to fear.’
‘I don’t.’ Heat flooded Dani’s cheeks, but before she could bow her head, Xane was holding her and kissing her in a way that damn near robbed her of all rational thought. It certainly drove all thoughts of the other man from her head.
‘You don’t. You never have to worry about Luthor.’
‘You’re not going to—’
He stopped her words, her thoughts with his kisses, made her forget for a moment that she was Daniella Fosbrook, the girl abandoned by her dad and left with her crazy mother. She stopped being the girl whose sins scarred her flesh and who was terrified of losing the man she loved to another man. She became an object of pure desire instead. Her nails raked against Xane’s back as she hugged his hard body to her so that her breasts were squashed against his chest.
‘I love you, Dani. I’m not going to do anything to risk what we have. We’ll take things as slowly as you like with Luthor. It’ll be OK.’
She liked Luthor. She kept reminding herself of that fact.
They were friends, and he’d promised, sworn that he wouldn’t deliberately steal Xane away. He’d said it wasn’t in his interests, because he wanted her too. Too bad, she wasn’t interested in that. She had Xane. She didn’t need another man, regardless of whether she found him attractive. The one she had was more than enough, as he was currently down on his knees proving.
‘You have such a gorgeous cunt.’
‘Xane!’
‘What? It’s true. I love the way your cunt tastes too, and how it’s so tight and grips my fingers.’
‘Don’t call it that.’
‘Cunt? Why not? It is what it is, and it’s such a deliciously evocative word, don’t you think?’
‘It’s so harsh. Coarse. I don’t like it.’
‘I suppose you’d prefer if I called it your sex or your pussy?’ He shook his head at the notion. ‘I’m more of a dirty-fucking sort of guy. And that’s how you like it too.’
‘I don’t,’ she mouthed, barely sounding the words, but she knew he heard her and didn’t believe her. Hey, she didn’t even believe herself, not when she was so blatantly aware of what his dirty loving did to her. It made her overheat, exactly as he was doing now.
Xane grinned up at her. ‘That’s funny, because every time I say it, your juices run thicker onto my tongue and it makes you shiver like you’re about to come.’
That couldn’t be true.
It was totally true.
‘Hello, cunt,’ he teased, tickling all her folds with his tongue, and then lavishing flicks and kisses on her clit. ‘You’re so fucking pretty I can’t even begin to describe how much I want to stick my cock into you.’
Dani tried not to wriggle, as it would only prove him right, but goddammit, she wanted his touch, his words – craved all of it.
‘Need to rub up against my thigh?’
‘No, you’re good right there.’
‘Am I? Am I really?’
Damn him, he could be such an incorrigible tease. Her irritation melted away the moment his tongue-piercing made contact with her clit, as did her worries about his friends arriving. Instead, her synapses burned with pleasure, as he took her from zero to a hundred in about three-point-six seconds.
‘Xane.’ She danced on the spot, unable to keep her body still, it was fizzing with so much trapped energy.
‘Yeah,’ he drawled. ‘Let it flow, Dani. I know you want to come for me.’
She inhaled sharply through her teeth as warning tremors shook her body. Her spine arched, head tipping backwards so that it bumped against the side of the tour bus, but she barely registered the thud. Because yes, she did want it, and he was making it happen.
Dani came hard against his mouth. Her limbs turned to jelly, but Xane held her steady, refusing to allow her to melt into a puddle on the tarmac. He wasn’t through with her yet. Almost the second she came down from her flight, he had her shooting back into the clouds again, his tongue on her clit and this time two fingers pushing inside her.
If the paparazzi turned up now she’d look every inch the slut her mother had always accused her of being. But then, her mother was a mad woman whose opinion she no longer needed to worry about. In any case, she could have settled down with the most vanilla man on the planet to a life of technicoloured tranquillity with a white picket fence and two-point-four children and she’d still have been a whore in her mother’s eyes. Why was she even thinking about the stupid woman?
‘Fuck me, Xane,’ she whispered. ‘Lift me up and slide into me.’
He was on his feet immediately. ‘Babe, I thought you’d never ask.’
Another man might have ripped open his fly and shoved inside her right away, but not Xane, not the man who continuously lived up to her every fantasy. He teased open his fly millimetre by millimetre, giving her exactly the sort of show she’d described. The man had a body to die for, ripped muscle and inked skin that made her lick her lips in appreciation. ‘Hello, handsome.’
He laughed. ‘Which of us are you talking about?’ Her gaze was fastened on the tip of his cock.
‘Both of you.’ She peeped up at him. His lips and chin were shiny with her juices.
‘Any preferences as to how madam would like me?’
Dani licked her lips. Her nervousness about being caught hadn’t entirely disappeared. It never did, but there was always a point of no return with Xane, a moment when excitement dwarfed any fears. ‘Inside me, now.’
Xane leaned into her, obliterating the gap between them. His mouth met hers in a hungry kiss as he lifted her into his arms. Dani wrapped her legs around his hips, trusting him to support her. She wasted no time in reaching down and letting his hot length fill her palm.
‘Fuck,’ he hissed as she stroked him. He bucked when she traced a ring around the tip of him.
‘Guide me in, sweetheart.’
She rubbed him against the split of her sex, enjoying the anticipation of knowing he was so close, but they weren’t quite joined.
Xane dug his teeth into his lower lip. His eyelids fluttered as she continued to tease him. She was so wet for him that their bodies were making sticky sounds.
‘You’re determined to make me wait for this, eh?’
‘Just reassuring myself that it’s really what you want.’
‘How can you even doubt it?’
‘I doubt everything.’
He was holding on tight to her, maintaining their balance, but somehow managed to slide a hand into her hair and bring her head forwards so that their brows touched. ‘You don’t need to doubt this. I’m yours, Dani. I’m so very definitely yours.’
‘And Luthor’s.’
‘That’s irrelevant. What I