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me to call back and talk to him. That old, familiar insecurity whispered that he’d reached his breaking point and there was nothing left to say. But he’d told the guard that I was okay. He’d even called me his girlfriend. Not the woman who was more headache than she was worth. Or the runaway bridesmaid. Not his ex -girlfriend. The elevator ride up I reminded myself that he wasn’t the one that kicked me to the curb. I was the one that left in a hurry and was laying low. Hiding.
    When I opened the door and looked into his wild green eyes, I saw how foolish I had been. I’d been looking at him and Jenna through jealousy colored glasses because I knew that the look he gave me was for me. It was a tantalizing mix of ‘God, I want to be inside you’ and ‘Are you ok?’ and ‘I want to take you in my arms and never let you go’. I felt every conflict, desire, and something I never thought I’d find in that look.
    It wasn’t something I’d expected to find without me properly atoning for my sins or hinting at it for weeks. There were no ‘I love you’s’ in the Robertson household. And ex’s? There was a process, and I love you was just the next logical step. Marshall practically had to be cajoled into saying it. But with Xander, I felt it before he even said the words. I believed it. And when I said it back, it wasn’t some sort of ritual, call-and-response thing. He took the leap and I was right there to catch him.
    We were naked together. Well, emotionally. At the moment, I was well on my way to being naked, literally.
    In my rush to get to him, panties were the last thing on my mind. I slowly removed my leggings, the air teasing my bare skin. I held my hands awkwardly over my nakedness like I was some virgin sensing her impending deflowering. When I met his gaze, I expected to see a smirk in his emerald green eyes. I was far from a virgin, and he’d already seen, kissed, licked, and possessed the part of me that I was covering for modesty. But the look he gave me was far from amusement. Even several feet away, the air was charged with lust.
    It was just a look; just his eyes, and that's all it took for me to drop my hands to my side. The look was an authoritative snap that told me that I had nothing to hide. Nothing to be ashamed of. It said he needed me and knew that I needed him just as badly. Desire hummed through me like a live wire and while I didn't need the throat clearing reminder that there was a second, naughty demand I'd yet to fulfill, I welcomed the stern undercurrent in the sound. It told me he couldn't wait to have me. Couldn't wait to spank me.
    I bit my bottom lip as I drew to him, the hypnotic pull of lust drawing me to those eyes. Those perfect lips. The muscular lines of him that I couldn't wait to feel. My fingers shot to my shirt, nearly pulling it off before his voice lashed out and stopped me.
    "Leave the shirt on." His lips curved into a smirk that made me throb. Ache. "Patience, Penny. I'm going to have you. All of you-when we're both good and ready."
    I wanted to to take his hand and put it on my flesh. Let him see how wet I was, just at the thought of him spanking me. I was good and ready the moment he'd uttered the command. I stole a look at his crotch and saw the thick bulge that tented his jeans. We were both good and ready. I opened my mouth to broadcast the obvious, but my words melted into a gasp when he reached out and pulled me into his lap. I was straddling him, my palms against his chest, every tortured breath he breathed vibrating through him and echoing through me. I knew I still wasn't the way he wanted me, but I teased him anyway, eyes locked on his, watching the moan flicker its way through the green depths as I swirled my hips and felt him pulsing beneath me. I leaned in and brushed my lips against his, desire taking hostage of me and there was nothing I wanted more than to kiss him.
    He smiled, stroking my cheek gently as he breathed into me, bringing parts of me