Fated

Chapter 20: A Challenge

Addie POV:

I couldn't believe I'd just done that. I was basically humping him! I just reached my door when hands wrapped around my waist and spun me around. Xander pressed me into my bedroom door, his body close to mine, eyes piercing mine.

His body pressed against mine felt good. So. Damn. Good. I wanted him so badly. It didn't make any sense. I couldn't think straight when he touched me.

"What's the rush?" He murmured, placing a kiss on my neck.

I froze. My whole body set on fire with one stupid kiss. The heat pooled between my legs and he growled, biting down on my earlobe. I could barely stand.

"I-I..." I stuttered out. I couldn't touch him. I didn't trust myself. "We shouldn't have done that," I finally said, finding my voice despite the hand that was lazily drifting up and down my side.

He chuckled and lifted his head, pressing his forehead against mine. "You started it, love," he reminded me, nuzzling my nose with his.

"Because I momentarily lost my mind. It won't be happening again," I said, setting my hands on his chest, holding back the cry because damn was he sculpted and not touching every inch of him was the last thing I wanted.

I pushed him back and a flash of hurt took over his face, only for a second, before he narrowed his eyes at me.

"Sounds like a challenge," he said, raising an eyebrow and smirking.

Oh, God.

"No," I said, shaking my head and reaching back for the door knob. "No, no, no, no, no. Get that look off your face."

I twisted the doorknob and quickly stepped back, putting the door between us as a barrier as I peeked around at him.

"Hiding from me?" He asked, crossing his arms and seeming amused.

"I'm not hiding from you," I huffed. "I just... I need to get ready and you're... just... oh, fuck, just go away," I grumbled, shutting the door and locking it.

I heard his laugh through the door and groaned, dragging my hands over my face.

"I'll leave you alone because it's what you want. But for the record, a locked door would certainly not hold me back, love," he said with a promising tone. "Especially not when a challenge's been issued."

"It wasn't a challenge!" I yelled back but he was already walking away.

I sighed because not only was I now sexually frustrated but actually frustrated. I went to the drawer and pulled out fresh clothes before heading to the shower. Grabbing my phone off the dresser, I sent a quick text to Tasha since she was probably already awake and freaking out. I set my phone down and it dinged right as I did. I frowned and unlocked my phone, not expecting a response from her so fast.

My eyes widened. It was from Xander. Felipe must've given him my number when he had my phone. I cursed Felipe and opened the message. It included an image. An image that left my mouth dry and my core throbbing.

Xander. In just a towel. A very low towel. His entire body might as well been fake for how perfect it was. His chest, his abs, that V leading down...

I sucked in a breath as I realized I'd stopped breathing. The message beneath made me want to simultaneously walk over there and smack him as well as jump him.

Enjoy your shower, love. I hope you'll be thinking of me ;)

I huffed and set the phone down, shaking my head. This was ridiculous. I could feel how wet I was for him, it might as well be dripping down my legs at this point. I'd never felt anything like it in my life. It wasn't even just wanting him, although it would be a complete lie to say I didn't. But that wasn't just it, it was like I needed him. I craved him. Every time he touched me it somehow both calmed me and burned me in the best possible way.