Starstruck (Fusion #1) by Adalynn Quinn Page B

in her
suitcase and half out. 
    Indi was still dressed in her underwear; a black lace, all-in-one
body. Her hair was tied loosely in a bun, with some of the shorter, wispy curls
hanging free, framing her cheeks. “I just don’t know what to wear since you
won’t tell me where we’re going!” she cried out dramatically.
    Chuckling, Xander moved into the room while Indi continued
to lean over the bed, mumbling as she debated which outfits to place in the
suitcase.  Coming up behind her, he slid his hand suggestively over her
bottom.  “I would be quite happy if you wore this outfit all day,” he
teased.
    “Xander!” she chided impatiently.
    “Babe, just think summery and comfortable.”  He
continued to caress her bottom as he stood behind her; his hands gliding up
over either side of her hips as he pressed himself against her. She could feel
his growing hardness as he leaned over to kiss her neck and nibble her earlobe
in a way he knew she loved.
    She let out a whimper, despite her irked patience. 
“Xander, we don’t have time,” she tried to reason with him.
    “The taxi isn’t going to be here for forty-five minutes, and
it wouldn’t matter if we kept the driver waiting for a few more minutes after
that.  I need you now. It’s been ages since we made love,” Xander
grumbled, continuing to rub his hardness against her bottom to emphasis his
point.
    “Ages being all of five or six hours!” she retorted.
    “I can’t help it if I want to touch you constantly.”
    “I know, darling, I enjoy you wanting to touch me, but can’t
we wait till we get there rather than having to rush?”
    He sulked. “I suppose.”
    “Aw, poor baby, I’ll make it up to you later, you know
that.”  She turned to face him fully, standing on tiptoe to kiss him as if
to seal her promise.  “Now let me sort out the rest of my suitcase in
peace.  Why don’t you go and read the paper, or something.”
    “Okay, I’ll call you when the taxi arrives.”
    Left alone, Indi managed to finish the task of selecting a
few short and long dresses, flat and spiked-heel shoes, and a bathing suit, all
neatly placed within her Louis Vuitton luggage.  She dressed in a short
turquoise one-shoulder dress, embellished with a pattern of six shooting stars
drifting down from a central point, made up of beads.  
    Pulling out the long, extendable handle of the case, Indi
dragged it into the foyer and then went into the dining area where Xander was
seated at the breakfast bar, reading one of the English papers they had picked
up the day before. 
     “Where is your case, Xander?”
    “Over by the sofa.  Are we over our panic now?” 
He left the paper and walked over to embrace her.  “You look lovely.” 
His eyes drifted over the short dress admiringly, as his wandering hands
exploring her softness beneath it.
    “Yes, the suitcase is packed and ready to go,”  Indi
replied, dismissing his other remark without a response as she knew it only
would encourage him to initiate kissing her again; something she did not want
to get into until they were on the train.  This caused Xander to frown at
her silent rebuttal of his compliment. 
    “Indi, is something wrong?”  He reached for her chin
and brought her face up, so her eyes would look at his.
    “No, I’m okay, Xander.  I simply don’t want to start
something that may be interrupted by the taxi arriving, and I don’t like
keeping people waiting as I find it rude,” she explained.
    Xander raised an eyebrow and shrugged.  “I’m sure he
wouldn’t mind; he gets paid extra for just sitting there, and I always tip
well.”
    “I just don’t like keeping people waiting. It’s discourteous,
even if they are being paid for the privilege.” Her tone was sharper this time,
irritated by his casual dismissal of her own opinion on the matter.
    Xander stiffened but did not reply as the taxi signalled its
arrival with a small burst of the horn.  Collecting his own suitcase,