Chapter 59

"Using force? Well, you're good at that anyway..." She doesn't get to finish her sentence when he grabs her hair from behind, pulling her upper body backward to rest it on his torso. His eyes eye her rapid breathing. He couldn't deny his desire for her. She was a treasure trove, and every contact with her brought unexpected delights. "So what if it is?" He bends down, biting her earlobe, tugging lightly. A jolt of electricity seems to strike them both at the same time. They were this close. Her scent of alcohol, her fragrant hair; the smell of his laundry detergent on his shirt, the distinct masculine scent around his neck, all melding together at this close distance. Xander's breath grows heavier, sneaking into her ear. In the hallway, the light casts round shadows on the floor. She leans back, one hand against the wall. He's pulling her hair, his other hand gripping her chin, his hot lips lingering near her ears. The next second, he pulls her into his arms, forcefully pressing her ag