When I got home that night, Xavier was waiting on my front porch, his hands stuffed in his pockets, looking sexy as hell. He had this scruffy beard and looked delicious. It was ridiculous how attractive he was and how much I wanted him.
“Hi,” he said.
I didn’t reply. I walked up to him, wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him, passionately. I felt an arm around my waist and another stroke up my back into my hair. He pressed his lips against mine, and I bit his lower lip. Xavier growled in response, and I invaded his mouth with my tongue. We tangled for dominance as my hands twisted up into his silky hair. He reached down to massage my ass and pull me impossibly closer. I tilted my head to get better access and felt a trail of hot kisses trail down my jaw, to my neck and to the sen
