Xavier kisses me back. There’s no hesitation. No second thoughts. Just pure, raw desire. He wraps his arms around my waist, his hands resting on my butt, and pulls me in closer to him.
His arms feel strong and secure wrapped around my slender waist. He holds me tight enough so I’m pressed against his body that I have often pictured naked and bared to me. But not so tight that I feel restricted. It feels natural to be in his arms as if this were something we should have been doing all along. Od course, in the back of my mind I know we shouldn’t, and we need to be careful, but as my lips part for him I can’t think of anything else but his taste and the touch of his body pressed against mine. I can feel my desire soaking through the fine material of my underwear.
Still kissing me, holding me in his embrace, Xavier nudges me backwards. I can’t see where we’re going, but placing his hands on my hips to steer me, he guides me into an alcove tucked across the other side of the room. Away from the glass doors. Away from prying eyes.