Chapter 128: [128] Touch Me Like I’m the Only One
Naomi worked her fingers along Xavier’s back, digging into the knots beneath his skin. She shifted her weight, her thighs tightening around his waist as she leaned forward to reach his shoulders.
"You’re good at this," Xavier mumbled into the pillow.
"I’m good at lots of things," she purred, though she fought to keep her tone even.
The silk nightgown she’d borrowed rode up her thighs as she moved. Each time she pressed into a particularly tight spot, Xavier would make a small sound that reverberated low in her stomach, and her hips rocked against his back on instinct.
This might be her last chance to have him all to herself. Soon they’d reach Hearthome, find Calypso, and everything would change. Then there was Efler—or Ashley, if Xavier was right. The thought alone made her dig her thumbs harder into his muscles, drawing another groan from him.
"Too much?" she asked, easing the pressure.
"No," Xavier’s voice came muffled through the pillow. "It hurts in the best way."
A faint smile touched her lips. Back at Catalyst, he’d just been another pretty face in a sea of them—striking, with that impossible white hair and those violet eyes, but nothing more.
Until that day at the mall.
She could still see him there, surrounded by the other girls, his opinions on their outfits surprisingly insightful. Most guys would have just nodded and smiled, but Xavier had actual thoughts.
But when he’d told Ashley her white pantsuit was for her father, not for herself, Naomi had leaned in. A slow, genuine smile touched her lips for the first time that day.
Then came the gate, waking up in Nessa’s body, seeing him at the Fox. Their first night together had changed everything. The way he’d taken control, the confidence in his touch—she couldn’t stop thinking about it.