XANDER (The Caine Brothers Book 2) by Margaret Madigan

as he spoke, warming her and sending shivers over her skin.
    “Me, too,” she whispered. “I need another fix.”
    His lips closed on hers without another word, sending her world off kilter as her heart stumbled in her chest. One of his hands went to the back of her neck, and she scrambled to get a grip on him.
    They kissed with passion and urgency and like they’d never kiss again. She couldn’t catch her breath, but didn’t want to. All she wanted was another taste of him, another touch, to reassure herself he was really there and really wanted her as much as she wanted him. His tongue in her mouth left her breathless and needy.
    At some point in a fog of lust and need, they shed most of their clothes, and somehow ended up in a bedroom.
    When he backed her up and the edge of the bed hit the back of her thighs, he broke their kiss and knelt in front of her.
    “What…?” she asked.
    He dipped his fingers under the elastic of her panties and pushed them aside. They both moaned at the same time. She had no idea what he had planned, but the anticipation made her insides quiver.
    Leaning forward, he kissed her belly; at the same time his fingers found her clit and flicked it. She gasped as desire lanced through her, and she fought to keep her knees from giving out.
    He kissed her hip, then took the edge of her thong in his teeth and dragged it down, catching it in his fingers and yanking it the rest of the way off. He crawled back up the length of her body, urging her back onto the bed as he did, never moving his fingers from her clit. He kept up a steady, gentle caress that put her back into a mindless fog that narrowed down to focus on that one point of sensation, as if it was the only connection that kept her from floating away.
    On her back, her legs fell open and her hips sought his hand, straining to maintain his touch.
    “So incredibly beautiful.”
    His voice filtered into her consciousness and a measure of awareness, in addition to cool air on her skin, made her open her eyes. She lay spread out on the bed, completely naked, and he squatted between her legs his proud erection standing tall against his belly, watching her with wonder in his eyes. For only a moment she felt vulnerable, opened to him as she was and with his fingers still teasing her clit as he studied her, but the look on his face made her feel worshipped, instead. She didn’t know what the future held, but right now there was nowhere she’d rather be, and nobody she’d rather be with.
    Her orgasm gathered hot and low, just out of reach, frustrating her. She wanted him inside her and on top of her, filling her and covering her. Instead, he only touched her in the one spot, tormenting her.
    Her hips squirmed like they had a mind of their own, and her nipples hardened, tingling with need. She reached for them, not even thinking, wanting to relieve that longing. When she pinched her own nipples, a zing of desire shot to her core pushing her orgasm closer to the edge.
    “Jesus, that’s so fucking sexy.”
    She’d been so lost in her body’s swirling sensations, she’d nearly forgotten Xander. Self-consciousness flooded her and she felt the heat of the resulting blush.
    “Come for me, Pixie.”
    He pinched her clit and she squeezed her nipples, and that was all it took for her orgasm to burst like a fourth of July finale.
    “I will never get tired of seeing that look on your face,” he said. “Or putting it there.”
    “I still want you inside me,” she said as the remnants of her climax throbbed deep in her core.
    “You don’t have to ask me twice,” he said. He reached over and slid the drawer of the nightstand open and grabbed a condom from one of the biggest stashes she’d ever seen.
    “See a lot of action here?” She had just a moment of doubt. Had she judged him that wrong?
    “I have five horny brothers. Between us and my father, we should own stock in Trojan. But no, I’ve never brought a woman here before.” He tore the