Dropping his face back to the fragrant curve between her neck and shoulder, he swept kisses across her skin. So fucking soft—everywhere, every inch. Jesus, he could touch her all damn day and not be bored. And she smelled so luscious, a bit citrusy in the first breath, but then jasmine and vanilla came along and flirted with his sense of smell, luring him even closer.
More. He definitely needed more of her. Granted, it never took his cock long to stand up and salute beauty, but this one might have set a record, even for him. Lovely, pale, and so naturally submissive. And real. She was everything he prized. Everything he craved. Everything he’d been missing in life.
He glanced down to see her lush ass covered in ugly beige cargo pants. If he got his hands on her, he’d rip those off. He’d love to dress her in little skirts that would give him easy access to every one of her soft secrets. When they were alone, panties would definitely be forbidden, along with anything that obstructed him from all the slick softness he desperately wanted to see, touch . . . taste. He was going to have to ask Alyssa where and why she’d been hiding this delicious indulgence.
With an expectant grin, he braced his hands on London’s waist and turned her to face him. An even row of little white teeth emerged to chew on that plump lower lip uncertainly. Her body shook with obvious nerves.
Frowning, Xander braced a finger under her chin and lifted gently. “Look at me.”
Her thick lashes fluttered open over eyes so blue they punched him in the gut. It wasn’t just with their beautiful color; it was everything about her. He’d fucked some of the most physically beautiful women in the world, on every continent except Antarctica. He’d skipped that one; nothing to see there, and he hated cold. But he’d joined the mile-high club at seventeen, so that evened things out. But all those memories faded as he looked at London.
What jabbed him now was her expressiveness. Every thought in her head was all over her face. Fear. Anxiety. Curiosity. And the shyest desire. She looked at him like a penniless kid peeking in a candy store’s window. But she didn’t make a single move toward him.
He’d come here to find a convenient girl to spend the afternoon with and work out some of his tension. Xander couldn’t escape the feeling that he’d found much more. They’d barely exchanged more than a handful of words, but she already presented him so many intriguing contradictions. A beauty whose striptease had him needing to adjust himself in his way-too-tight pants so unsure of her own appeal. She never had answered his question about whether she danced here, and now he was inclined to think that she not only didn’t work for Alyssa, she’d never taken her clothes off in public. Which begged the question . . . why was London onstage stripping when she hadn’t expected an audience?
Her chest rose enticingly with a deep breath, and Xander couldn’t fail to notice that the top button popped open above her luscious breasts and gave him a sinful shot of her cleavage. Before the sight short-circuited his brain altogether and he abandoned his finessed seduction, he met her stare.
London’s eyes were definitely the windows to her soul. Inside, he saw a woman so kind and gentle. But he sensed a wildness, an impatience. Need.
“You want me to kiss you?” he murmured against her mouth.
She drew in a little breath, lips parted. “Yes.”
London breathed the word, and it went straight to his cock. “You want me to take off your clothes, taste your body, then fuck you deep and swallow your cries of pleasure with my lips?”
Parting her glossy lips, she blinked at him again, hesitating. She swayed on her feet, digging her fingers into his shoulders to steady herself. “Yes.”
Fuck, yes. Right here. Right now. They were alone. But something about this girl . . . He wouldn’t be satisfied with a quickie on the rickety little table, bracing her back against the wall as he shoved his cock into her. She needed more care. Why else would he call her a beauty in his ancestors’ language when “babe” worked for nearly every other conquest? Xander deeply suspected that unleashing all his desire burning for London by spreading her legs right here would scare her. This one was a project. He had hours to kill. Hell, days and weeks. He could devote time to this beauty’s seduction.
“That’s what I want, too, belleza. But not here.”
And now that he’d promised to leave the rental house to Javier, he couldn’t take London there. He also wasn’t keen on bringing her to the scene of his debauched antics with Megan, Shelby and . . . what was her name? Alexis. Yeah, London didn’t belong there.
“Is your place nearby?”
She looked slightly panicked. “No. I mean, yes, I live nearby, but we can’t go there. I’m staying with family. My cousin . . .”
“Might walk in on us?”
“Exactly.”
He remembered seeing a hotel not far from here. It wasn’t a five-star establishment, but it would have to do. Xander took her hand. “I’ve got an idea, if you’ll come with me.”
At that moment, the phone in her pants pocket dinged with a text message. She took it out, read, frowned, then tapped out a reply before pocketing her phone again and drawing in a deep breath. “I think I’ve got a better idea. Come with me?”
He smiled, anticipation exploding through his body, flooding his eager cock even more painfully. “Lead the way, belleza.”
London squeezed past him, and he palmed her ass as she did. At her indrawn breath, he flashed her a grin. Then she made her way to the front door and locked it. The decisive metallic clink resounded through the empty space. Now they were totally alone. Oh, yeah. This was going to be good.
Once they cleared the bar, Xander snagged her hand, clasping it tightly in his, then followed her across the concrete floor, up the stairs at the back of the club. She opened the door at the top. Once inside, a four-posted bed filled the space. Man, what he couldn’t do here with London and a nice, long length of nylon restraints. The thought had him shoving back a groan.
Inside, sharp, artsy black-and-white photographs, mostly landscapes, hung on the walls. The white comforter looked downy and inviting as sunlight streamed in across the bed.
Xander closed the door behind them. “Excellent. No one will disturb us?”
She licked her lips nervously. “Not for a few hours.”
“Oh, belleza . . . You are in so much trouble. God, you don’t even know how thoroughly I’m going to fuck you.”
She swallowed, then blinked up at him with those blue eyes. “Then . . . you’ll have to show me.”