Xander stared at her for a while and then at her lips, he recalled the first kiss she gave him and the kiss she shared with him in the pool. He recalled all the kisses they'd shared and now, he wanted to kiss her and not only kiss her. Kiss her, explore her, feel her, f**k her so hard like he'd dreamt and mate with her but that was a never happening dream.
Stacy was too complex, he didn't understand her at all, what she wanted was never clear to him, not even a little. She came to seduce him, which girl wouldn't know that seducing and touching a man's p***s could turn him on and drive him cray-cray but she went ahead and made him mad about her and now, she was scared of losing her flower. Gosh! Stacy was like the subject named mathematics, too complicated.
"That's not a request," he told
