Xander shifted on the bed as well, as he twisted his body to fully face her own. Then, he would push her backwards onto the bed, and he moved so that he was laying upon her. Then, he pulled back from the kiss as he smiled down at her. “You know…” he whispered, his voice having turned teasing once again. “That means I might have to take off this shirt of yours..”
As he spoke, he let one hand slide up from her waist to encircle her breast as he watched her. He would squeeze and kneed her through the fabric for a moment before he leaned down again to brush his lips against her jaw. Then, ever so slowly he pulled back from her and off of the bed as he rose to his feet. His hands went to his own t-shirt as he lifted it up and off of him, and he tossed it toward the side. “Damn, you are beautiful…” he said in a soft voice as he let his eyes wander over her form as she laid on his bed.