A War of Guns and Roses

Chapter 33

Xavier was still thinking over my offer. And he still hadn't released me from his hold, not that I minded it.

"It's a win-win situation." I insisted. "We can do whatever we want and test anything while we are here. But, as soon as we get back, things can go back to normal. And I won't 'trail' behind you again. And I still can't believe that you actually lied about all those things you said about me..."

"I'll prove it to you," he said and then nodded. "Fine. Your deal doesn't sound too bad. As long as you keep your end of it," he warned and I nodded immediately.

"Okay, so we can do anything, right?" he asked again and I nodded again.

"Well then, nothing's going to stop me..." he trailed off, before smashing his lips on mine.

I gasped in shock, but quickly recovered and responded to his eager lips. One hand crept to the back of my neck to hold my head in place while the other hand sat at my hip.

I let out a groan as I felt him lightly bite my bottom lip. Sparks and zaps of excitement and joy seemed to run through my body, from the second his lips connected with mine.

As I groaned, he let his tongue into my mouth and started exploring. He let out a husky groan as I tugged on his hair, pulling him impossibly closer to me.

The kiss seemed to go on for hours, when in reality it would have only been a minute. A minute in heaven.

We parted as we came up for air. He didn't release me, instead he tugged me even closer. Both of us were gasping and panting for breath as we held onto each other. He raised a hand and slowly tucked a piece of stray hair behind my ear.

I looked up into his eyes. The blue in his eyes seemed to be creeping its way back, steadily growing darker each second.

"Wanna go for a swim?" he asked, finally pulling away from me and nodding in the direction of the stream.

"Yeah, okay. But how..." I trailed off as he began undressing right in front of me.

He stripped off his t-shirt, revealing a muscular chest, with defined crevices and fissures and swirling black ink etched on his skin. Next, he moved on to his pants and pulled them off, leaving his long, athletic legs on full display. The only piece of cloth that he had on now was his boxers. And they hung dangerously loose at his hips.

He raised an eyebrow at my blatant staring as a smirk played on his lips.

Without a word, he jumped into the stream.

"Are you going to stare at my back all day or are joining me any time soon?" he called without looking back at me.

My face flamed with color and I cursed at
him.

Quickly, I stripped out of my dress, leaving me in only my underpants and slid into the water. I shivered slightly. The water was cool, but not too much to freeze over.

He turned then and immediately, his eyes swept over my body, none of it covered by the clear, transparent water. His eyes grew darker as he drank my figure in, lingering on my legs and my soaked bra.

He moved closer to me and before I knew it, we were just breaths apart. His hand came up and tugged my hair out of its confinement. My hair spilled down my shoulders in waves as I shook it a little.

His hands tangled themselves in my hair and pulled me closer to him, placing his lips on mine again. A short, but passionate kiss ensured and my arms wrapped around his neck as his slid onto my bare hips. The skin on skin contact caused flashes and beams of energy to spark up inside of me.