Starstruck (Fusion #1)

by Quinn, Adalynn

  Xander swept his eyes over Indi’s body appreciatively. She was wearing a sheer, grey tunic with a wide boat neckline, cap sleeves and a drawstring drop waist. Beneath it, he noticed a black, patterned bikini. The outfit was understated, but effective in design, showing off the woman’s slender limbs and figure to its full advantage while remaining conservative enough for a lunch date.

  “Hello, Xander,” she said.

  Indi’s voice sounded so breathy and soft that it caused Xander’s hands to become clammy as she moved to kiss him lightly on the cheek. Instinct overtook propriety as his hands automatically moved to either side of her waist in order to draw her body delicately against his. Standing a full five inches above her, his senses were inundated with the sweet, flowery aroma that lingered around her, and he briefly closed his eyes to allow the memory of it to sink into his mind. Indi met his blushing expression with a demure smile.

  “Hi, yourself,” Xander answered. “How’s the ankle today – need carrying anywhere?” His silver-blue eyes sparkled as his mouth widened into a grin.

  Blushing bright red, Indi replied, “Thank you, but no, it has recovered now.”

  “I hope you’re hungry,” he said, gesturing to the blankets and food awaiting them a few yards away on the rocks.

  “I’m ravenous.”

  Indi followed Xander to a second blanket, adjacent to where he had laid out the food, draped over a rock large enough for them to sit side by side. Taking her hand in his, he decided to face the situation and talk to her about his wishes for the rest of their time on the island. “I thought we could talk about my proposition before we eat, if that’s okay with you?”

  “Of course,” she answered, meeting his gaze.

  “I know we’ve just met, but I think you were just as aware of this connection between us last night as I was.” Xander’s usual abundance of self-confidence deserted him and his voice started to waver. “I can’t promise you anything beyond this holiday, but I would enjoy seeing you while we’re here.”

  The woman fell silent for what seemed like forever and he experienced a sinking feeling that perhaps he was going to find out what rejection felt like.

  “I can’t deny I felt it too, but I can’t help finding this is all fairly crazy,” Indi responded. “I mean we don’t even know each other.”

  “Haven’t you ever just done something on a whim for the sheer hell of it?” he asked.

  “Yes, but that was before–”

  “Before what?” Xander sensed that whatever was holding her back was the same reason behind her initial apprehension towards him.

  “I would rather not say,” said Indi, starting to look away. “Something from my past.”

  He tried to put her at ease. “I’m not planning on hurting you, if that’s what worries you. Just for us to have some fun before we head back to reality. Is that so wrong?”

  “No, it isn’t.” She gave him a weak smile.

  “Would it help if we laid down some rules, so there is no misunderstanding later?” Xander suggested.

  It was something he’d planned to ask for anyway. He wanted the woman’s agreement that they would enjoy what Sicily had to offer, but apart from any general snippets already in the public domain, he didn’t want to talk about his life. It was not that he did not want to share it with Indi, but he wanted to avoid any probing questions that might unearth his intention to marry someone else as soon as he returned home.

  “Perhaps,” she said, tilting her head slightly as she waited for him to continue.

  Xander suggested a few conditions, with which she finally agreed after some back-and-forth negotiation.

  “Does that mean I get to kiss you again, finally?” he asked, once things were settled.

  He caught a glimpse of unconcealed desire on the woman’s features, but he didn’t lean in to test the question.

  “Maybe, if you allow me to eat some of the food first,” she teased with a glint in her eye.

  Xander laughed. “I think I can manage to wait for five more minutes to allow you something to eat, but I’m not sure I can resist you beyond that.” A sense of determination stirred within him as he reached up to touch Indi’s cheek and experience the feel of her soft skin against the back of his hand. “I promise you that I’ll do everything to make sure you never regret this.” Such a promise was a first for him; he had never cared about the feelings of one of his conquests before.

  “I appreciate the sentiment. Now let’s eat.” Indi smiled as she leaned in and kissed his lips gently, catching him by surprise before pulling away again.

  It didn’t take long before the two of them were devouring the light lunch and enjoying the refreshing wine Xander had selected. Their conversation between bites flowed easily as they discussed Indi’s music aspirations. As they had both been eating with their hands, she took the opportunity to clean the crumbs from her own in a nearby pool of seawater. Gesturing towards the large, closed sketchpad resting on the blanket, she then asked, “So, are you going to show me some of your work now?”

  He nodded. “I will if, in return, you allow me to draw you?”

  “What, today?” she questioned, giving him an uncomfortable look.

  “Yes. What could be a more dramatic backdrop to a gorgeous woman than the sandy coastline we’re sitting on?”

  “I don’t know. The sun is too damn hot for posing for a long period.”

  “Maybe we could start with your cover top on, and then take a swim to cool down before I draw you in your bikini under the covered terrace,” he suggested.

  “Okay, let’s do it,” Indi agreed, though a somewhat dubious tone remained in her voice.

  For the next couple of hours, the couple sat chatting casually, debating their differing viewpoints on various subjects while Xander tried to concentrate on creating a true likeness of Indi’s face and body on the heavyweight paper.

  “I think I need to go cool off,” he announced as he put his pencil down, finally happy with the image he had created after asking her to change poses several times.

  Indi stretched her hands over her head before standing up from her seated position on the rock. “What a perfect idea!” Gripping the hem of her top, she pulled it over her head in one fluid motion.

  Xander could feel his eyes jutting out on stalks as more of her body was revealed for the first time. Starting at her toes, he drank in her long, shapely bronze legs, which drifted into the side ties of her bikini bottoms, and her narrow waist where a jewel pierced her navel, up to the two generous mounds of soft flesh covered by the halter-neck bikini top.

  Despite Indi’s small ribcage, there were more than two handfuls there, just begging to be caressed. Xander could not help thinking how he would certainly enjoy burying his face in them.

  Gulping, he could feel the blood rushing to his groin. His usual cocky attitude would be to brazenly show the woman his reaction to her body, but all confidence deserted him as he stared at this goddess in front of him. Self-conscious, he turned and headed for the water without waiting for her.

  Spending the next hour frolicking in the water did nothing to ease the ever-present sexual tension brewing between them. Every playful splash built it up further until Xander could not take it anymore and wrapped Indi in his arms. Lips on lips, he drew her tongue inside his mouth as he held her protectively in his arms with the waves gently rolling around them. They stood in the warm Mediterranean Sea kissing for some minutes before either pulled away.

  “Hmm, I could get used to kisses like that,” he joked, brushing Indi’s wet hair off her face as he stared down into her eyes.

  She gulped. “I bet you say that to all the girls.”

  Xander lifted his head skywards and let out a roar of laughter. “You may be surprised, but I don’t go around kissing just anyone.” He emphasised the last word as a serious expression flickered over his face. Releasing Indi from the tight embrace, he took a step towards the beach before turning back to hold out his hand to her. ”Come on, let's hea
d up to the terrace before I run out of daylight.”

  After wading back to shore, the couple walked up to the hammock area of her villa, taking the remaining lunch and wine with them. With Indi appearing to be more relaxed as they moved on to their second glass, Xander directed her to lie in one of the double hammocks in the shade.

  “Comfortable?” he asked, trying to suppress his strangled breath as he recovered his power of speech. She looked so soft and vulnerable with her long, supple body sprawled over the hammock as it swung gently in the afternoon breeze.

  “Think so.” She smiled back, oblivious to the effect she was having on him.

  Xander’s lack of concentration meant that it took him twice as long as usual to complete the sketch to his exacting standard. As he fought to keep his focus on the precision of his strokes, their conversation lapsed into a comfortable silence, allowing Indi to doze off into a light sleep.

  After taking his time to gather his art supplies together, Xander moved closer to the hammock to softly rouse Indi from her snooze. Before making any attempt to wake her, he allowed his eyes to rest on her red, plump lips, which were slightly ajar and glistening with moisture. Her long mass of dark, blonde curls fanned her face in a becoming dishevelled arrangement that continued to discompose his restrained stance.

  Nervous that she might catch him watching her, Xander placed a hand lightly on her arm and spoke her name gently. He would have been mortified if the girl had opened her eyes to find him standing over her, leering, before he had a chance to wake her.

  A slight moan escaped Indi’s throat as his soft touch and voice stirred her from slumber. They both blushed as she opened her eyes and found him staring down at her. “Hmm, did I fall asleep?”

  “You did, briefly,” Xander replied as he fought the urge to run his hand through her loose curls.

  “Oh, I’m sorry…”

  “Don’t be. It was probably a bit boring posing for me for so long.” He winked at her, and a grin spread over his mouth, dimples on full display.

  “I hope I didn’t ruin your sketch?” Indi remarked as she tried to ease her way out of the hammock.

  “No, you were perfect. I doubt you could take an awful photo, or similar,” he complimented her. Noticing that she was struggling to get out of the hammock, Xander moved closer. Without giving it a second thought, he placed one strong arm around her waist and the other beneath her legs, and lifted her out effortlessly.

  Indi slid her arms around Xander’s neck and snuggled up against his chest, feeling the bare skin around her ribcage being brushed by his fingers in a caress. Hearing him take a sharp intake of breath, she lifted her head shyly to look up at his face. Xander could not conceal the clear desire she evoked in him; the blue irises of his eyes were clearly mixed with flecks of black as his pupils dilated with emotion. His lips touched hers, softly at first, but this developed into a harder impression as his urgency increased.

  No words were spoken between them as Xander lifted his head from Indi’s slightly bruised lips and carried her towards the sunken lounge area inside the villa. He laid her down on the soft-cushioned, four-seater sofa where he continued to trail light kisses all over her face, behind her ear and down her neck. Her repeated gasps of delight, and the feel of her wandering hands caressing his back through the T-shirt he still wore, encouraged him on.

  Leaning back, he met her gaze attentively. “Sure?”

  “Very,” she answered in a low tone.

  Xander moved his lips back to Indi’s collarbone before burying his face between the luscious breasts he’d been fantasising about for days. His tongue slid in between her cleavage in a downward motion as he continued his body’s descent to her navel while his mouth never lost contact with her skin. Meanwhile, his hands remained on her breasts, pushing them together in a teasing motion that caused the rough material of the bikini top to rub her nipples.

  He carried on moving downwards until his face was level with Indi’s bikini bottoms. Pulling at the flimsily tied side bows that held them in place, he watched them fall away from her body, revealing the tiniest strip of trimmed hair he’d ever seen.

  Looking up at her, Xander let out a groan. “You’re fucking perfect,” he mumbled as he buried his face between her legs, eager to taste the sweetness that glistened from her arousal. She was already wet and ready for what he had planned...

  But what did he have planned? To fuck her for a few weeks, pretend it didn’t mean anything, and then marry a bitch he loathed, while forgetting all about their time here together? No, he knew he was going to have to go through with his plan of bringing his father down. He needed to focus on family loyalty to his siblings rather than to that man.

  Shaking the deep ache produced by such a line of thought out of his head as quickly as it had come, Xander parted the slick folds of flesh, finding Indi’s pulsating clit and flicking his tongue over it.

  Feeling her trembling response to his touch, he clamped his lips around the hard piece of flesh as her moans of satisfaction quickened. He sucked it hard while inserting two fingers within her entrance, preparing her for his rock-hard length.

  As he brought her to a shuddering climax in record time, even for him, Indi looked dazed and almost drugged with pleasure as she screamed for him to do it again. Smiling, Xander obliged. He liked his women well-groomed, responsive and begging for more, all of which she certainly was.

  “Which one is your bedroom?” he questioned, straightening up after making her come for a second time.

  “The second door,” her raspy voice answered.

  Xander lifted her up from the sofa and into his strong embrace. Carrying her to the place she had indicated, he pushed open the door before putting her down beside the bed. Standing in front of Indi, in one fluid movement his hand loosened the bikini top at her back and neck, so that it fell away from her flawless body.

  Exhaling a breath, Xander’s gaze fell to her breasts; heavy and certainly more than a handful. Bending his knees slightly so that his mouth level with them, he nuzzled at the outer circle of each nipple, making soft, satisfying noises as he did so. All the time, Indi’s hands were flexing in and out of his hair as her breathing rate became more rapid. With each intake of air, her head tilted back, arching her back into him.

  The noises increased as Indi’s hands roamed downwards over his firm, muscular stomach, and still further to where his hair started to thicken as it disappeared into his low-riding shorts. Pushing down the waistband, she felt his thick penis spring free from the restrictive material.

  The feel of her palm wrapped around him, gliding up and down, was almost too much to bear. “Climb on the bed, baby,” he breathed. “I can’t take it anymore. I need to be inside of you.”

  As Indi positioned herself in the middle, Xander made fast work of his clothes, pushing his shorts down his legs and almost ripping the T-shirt from his torso in anticipation of sinking his flesh inside her core.

  “There are some condoms in the drawer,” she croaked, staring intently at his erection bouncing to attention as he climbed on the bed, intent on positioning himself over her.

  Leaning over, Xander pulled open the drawer and found a silver foil packet. After fumbling with it for a few moments, he was finally sheathed with protection and poised above her quivering body. Guiding her legs to spread wide, he slid between them and inhaled sharply at the sensation of his solid cock pressing against her wet folds.

  “Fuck, Xander! Please, I need you now!” she begged.

  Her whimpering was his undoing. Any hesitancy he might have felt dissipated instantly with those words and he tilted his hips forward. Her dewy slickness let him ease his length into her core with just one thrust. Throughout the motion, he stared down at Indi’s face, wanting to enjoy the look of pleasure etched on her features as he filled her to the hilt.

  He stopped briefly to allow her pelvic muscles to adjust around him while enjoying the sensation of being buried inside the hot, molten depths of this irresistible wom
an writhing beneath him. Indi moaned lustfully as he hooked her legs either side of his hips.

  “God, baby you feel so tight,” he whispered, leaning down to give her a passionate kiss as he started to thrust forwards in slow, deep thrusts. Her muscles began to tremble and unclench as she relaxed beneath him.

  Indi instinctively tightened her legs around Xander’s waist, encouraging him to increase the tempo of his thrusts. The woman’s eyes were closed and her breath ragged as the momentum of his fullness moving in and out of her core, rubbing continually against her sensitive clit ripped ever-increasing volumes of pleasure from her lips.

  The two of them were soon lost in a daze of thrusting to a mutual rhythm as she began to reach the height of her rapture. Experience told him she was close to falling over the edge.

  “Open your eyes, baby,” he commanded. “I want to see you come.”

  Her long lashes fluttered open, still half hooded as she let a long groan of pleasure echo around the room. Her mouth was open, her head tilted back as she arched her back repeatedly to meet his pounding hips.

  “Yeah, baby, that’s it, come for me.”

  Hearing her utter his name in a sexy growl of euphoria caused his own orgasm to thunder through him as her still quaking inner muscles squeezing around his cock, milking him dry.

  Although Xander had been with a ceaseless stream of women since his band hit the big time, he had never felt anything so extreme before. The feel of her skin, the sensation of being buried deep inside her, was intoxicating and addictive as he made love to her for a second and third time in quick succession.

  Chapter Five: Consumed

  Indi

  That afternoon and evening Indi spent with Xander set a precedent for the following week. They would rise early, before most tourists would even dream of going out exploring. It allowed them spontaneous moments of privacy when their erogenous zones could gain a pleasurable workout in the open. Lunch was always prepared and waiting on the beach for their return, followed by a leisurely swim in the sea and a private dinner for two in her villa.