Perception (Club Destiny #6)(80)
Author: Nicole Edwards

“Oh, fuck!” she moaned when Xander lifted her leg, bracing his palm beneath her thigh and opening her wide as he delved into her with his tongue over and over.

Mercedes knew she wouldn’t last. She couldn’t resist him, and when he turned the heat up, she didn’t stand a chance against him. “Yes,” she moaned. “Just like that, X. Suck my clit.”

Her entire body spasmed when he wrapped his lips around her clit, his tongue lashing as he pressed two fingers inside of her again. When he groaned against her, the vibration of his mouth sent her over the edge, her body fracturing from the inside out as her orgasm took her.

Xander didn’t allow much time to pass before he was hovering over her, staring down at her as he gave her a moment to catch her breath again. She welcomed the reprieve, but she prayed he wasn’t finished yet.

Sliding her hands around his neck, she pulled him against her. He was stronger than she was, which meant he didn’t fall on top of her, although she wouldn’t have minded.

She wanted to feel him against her. Everywhere. What was coursing through her had long surpassed mere desire and somewhere along the way morphed into a desperate, aching need.

“Beg me,” he said, his breaths ragged. She heard the urgency in his tone that time and she welcomed it. He might be the almighty Dom, but to know she got to him… it was empowering. “Beg me to make love to you.”

“Please,” she answered easily, her voice rough with her own desire. “I want to feel you.”

“No. Beg me to make love to you,” he said firmly.

Mercedes stilled. She stared back at him as her heart began a rebellious thump in her chest.

Make love.

She wasn’t sure she could handle hearing those words. She’d been thinking that’s what they’d done the night before and the night before that, but they both saw where that had gotten them. She’d run out of his office that morning like a scared child. Running from what she was already beginning to feel for this man.

As she looked into his eyes, she noticed that he wasn’t backing down. He didn’t seem in the least bit intimidated by her reaction.

Oh, Lord. This man knew her better than she knew herself. The moment she walked through his office door she’d felt more like herself than she had in years, even if she’d still been on the defensive. She’d spent too much time trying to hide her own needs in order to ensure she kept herself distanced. If she didn’t, she knew she would get hurt again.

But this man, her best friend, had read her easily, and his gentle, yet insistent, tone stole her breath.

He was breaking down her resistance, and she was too weak to deny him anymore. She wanted him, wanted every part of him.

“Tell me that’s what you want, Mercedes.”

“Yes,” she breathed out roughly. She was too tired to deal with the conflicting emotions. “I want you to make love to me. I need it. I need you.”

Xander growled, a rough, animalistic sound that sent shock waves of pleasure through her as he settled between her thighs. Digging her fingernails into his shoulders, Mercedes pressed her back into the sofa, pushing her hips forward as Xander held himself above her, rocking into her gently at first.

“Oh God, that feels so good.”

“You feel good,” he said. “You feel so fucking good, baby. When I’m inside of you, I don’t ever want to leave. I could spend the rest of my life right here.”

She wasn’t sure whether it was the heat of the moment that made him say the things he was saying, so she tried not to take them to heart, but it was so hard to do. He sounded so sincere, his eyes were a soft green as he stared back at her and for a moment, she felt as though he could see clear to her soul.

His warm body surrounded her, consumed her. The way he thrust into her gently, his hips jerking at the last moment to send him deeper before he retreated had her body singing. The man knew how to please her. He knew just how to use his body to achieve maximum pleasure.

Sliding her hand into his hair, Mercedes held him to her, bringing his mouth down to hers briefly. But more than she wanted his kiss, she wanted to watch him, to see the ecstasy brewing in his beautiful eyes, to know that he was feeling the exact same thing she was feeling.

“Fuck,” he growled, thrusting deeper, every muscle in his big body taut.

She moaned, reveling in the glorious friction that ignited every pleasure receptor in her core.

He slid his forearm beneath her head, lifting her head so that she was closer to him as he hoisted her leg up, changing the angle as he penetrated her impossibly deeper.

“Xander.”

“Tell me, baby. Tell me how it feels.”