Lust & Love
She slid her hands down his solid chest, her fingers moving purposefully toward the silver buckle of his belt.
Xavier’s large hands shot out like lightning.
He clamped his grip firmly over her wrists, stopping her movements instantly.
"What are you doing?" Xavier demanded, his voice a low, rough rumble.
"What I'm supposed to do," Hazel stated, her voice perfectly calm, completely devoid of emotion. She tried to pull her hands free to reach his belt again. "My fever is gone. I'm ready."
"Hazel, stop," Xavier commanded harshly, tightening his grip on her wrists. He pushed her hands away from his waist, forcing her to take a step back. "You had a hundred-and-three-degree fever yesterday. You ar