The Insanity Club #5 [Invites Only] - Page 75

Xarina got home and headed straight for the shower. Thoughts of what James had done to her and what she had done back to him had kept her worked up the entire journey home. She'd been unable to stop herself from moaning out loud at the feelings he had aroused in her. This had caused a few looks to be directed her way on the tube. A cold shower was just what was needed, especially if she was to cope until he made his way to her. She was sure he would come.

James had been at a steady state of arousal for most of the afternoon. Thankfully his afternoon clinic had been short, so he was able to indulge in thoughts of making Xarina writhe around under him, moaning, begging and screaming for release.

Highly strung she waited. She'd been so sure he would come for her, but as the hours passed her confidence dwindled. Maybe she should have stayed and been glad of what she was getting at the time? She'd lusted after James for months, waiting for him to notice her and now when he had she'd left him.

The doorbell chimed and Xarina was brought out of herself doubt. Hope built in her but she battened it down, after all it might not be him. She opened the door to see James lounging against the wall waiting for her. His eyes roved up and down her body and Xarina remembered what she had been wearing whilst awaiting him. She stood up straighter so he could get the full impact of her in her lacy babydoll lingerie. From the look in his eyes she could tell he was impressed.

"You open the door to anyone like that?" He asked, her raising his eyebrow.

mutely Xarina shook her head.

"Well then I am privileged!" He walked up to her and kissed her deeply and passionately, invoking a response from deep inside her, sensing that Xarina was close to completely melting in his arms, let go of her and stepped inside the house leaving her panting on the doorstep.

Xarina turned to see him walk to the sofa and sit down. She frowned, wondering what he was playing at him. She'd thought that he would be as hungry as she was and would waste no time in picking up where they'd left off. She'd felt his hunger and the response of his body during that kiss, but now she was puzzled. She followed him into the house, slowly, closing the door and glancing over at him.