“But none of that changes the distance or the fact that our needs are drastically different.” And he wasn’t talking about the desire rushing through his body, hot and thick like molten lava. That need, he knew, was mutual and it was something he could act on. “I’m sick of rehashing things and going around in circles,” he said, frustrated. “Can’t we just focus on now?” He jerked his hips against her, deliberately running his erection along her sex.

Her cheeks flushed and she wrapped her arms around his waist, grasping his ass in her hands, pulling him closer.

He couldn’t control the stalker situation. He couldn’t control the future. But he damned well could take advantage of and enjoy the here and now.

***

Sasha wasn’t about to fight a battle she lacked a solution to now. She curled her fingers into Xander’s ass and rubbed herself against his thick, hard erection.

“Is this what you’d rather be doing?” she asked, her voice husky to her own ears because he felt so good, so hot against her.

He sat up, dislodging her hands as he moved to one side. Then he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her panties and pulled them down and off her legs, tossing them to the floor. And since he’d only been in boxer briefs himself, he shucked those just as quickly.

Needing to feel his skin against hers, she pulled off her… or should she say his tee shirt and added it to the pile. His hungry gaze devoured her bare chest, and before she knew it, he had her back against the pillows, his mouth on her breast.

He sucked her nipple into his mouth and the pull went straight to her clit. She arched her hips in a silent plea. With a groan, he slid his hand down her abdomen and patted her sex, which only served to heighten her arousal. The damn man was teasing her and she couldn’t take it. Not when he was plumping her breast in his other hand, his teeth scraping over her nipple, followed by long swipes of his tongue. Her hips moved in circles, need consuming her. Just from this.

And when his hand actually cupped her sex, she stilled, waiting. Hoping. Finally, he slid one finger back and forth over her lips and pushed a long finger inside, gliding in and out, slick and sure.

“Not enough,” she said, panting, arching, trying to suck his finger in deeper.

“Like this?” He pushed that finger back in and brushed the sensitive spot inside her that had her seeing stars.

She whimpered. “Still not enough.”

“Fuck.” He swung one leg over her and positioning himself between her thighs and, without warning, thrust in deep.

“Yes,” she said on a hiss, feeling his thickness everywhere.