Jaxon didn’t move right away.
Then he turned toward her, slowly took her hand, and said, “If that’s what you want.”
She looked up at him, heart in her throat.
“It’s definitely what I want.”
19
Came in Waves
Clairestoodinfrontof the windows, bathed in moonlight. The trees outside swayed in the breeze, and the water shimmered beneath the night sky like it knew it was being watched. Her skin prickled from the touch of the cool glass—and the way anticipation slid down her spine like a hand not yet touching her.
Then she felt him.
Jaxon stepped up behind her, slow and certain, the warmth of his chest brushing her back. His hands found her waist, thumbs grazing the bare skin just beneath her shirt as he pulled her gently against him.
Neither of them spoke.
She turned to face him, the hush between them heavier than words. And when she looked up—really looked—his eyes were glowing in the light bouncing off the water. Glacial-blue. Focused. Hungry.
Claire reached up, fingers threading through the back of his hair, the other hand gripping the curve of his jaw as she tugged him closer. Their lips met in a soft collision, mouths open, tongues slow and exploratory. It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t forced.
It was inevitable.
Jaxon deepened the kiss, groaning when her nails scratched the nape of his neck. His hands slid beneath her shirt—palms flat on her back, pressing her tighter against him until she could feel the rigid line of his cock against her stomach.
Still kissing, she reached down, tugged at the hem of her shirt, and pulled it over her head—bare from the waist up now, skin glowing in the moonlight.
Jax pulled back just far enough to look at her.
And fuck, the look in his eyes made her throb.
He dropped to his knees in front of her, hands trailing down her thighs as he hooked his fingers into her shorts and tugged them—and her panties—down in one smooth motion. Claire gasped as the cool air hit her, but it was nothing compared to the heat that followed.
Jax kissed up her thigh, slow and open-mouthed, teeth grazing just enough to make her knees tremble. Then his hands slid around to grip her ass as he buried his face between her legs.
His tongue was slow at first. Teasing. Circling her clit, then dipping lower—licking up every drop of her. When she let out a soft moan and leaned back against the window for support, he groaned into her pussy, tongue flicking faster now.
“Fuck—Jax...”
He gripped her harder, fingers sinking into her flesh as he pulled her closer, tongue fucking into her until her thighs shook. She threaded her hands into his hair, grinding against his face with ragged breaths and broken moans.
When he sucked her clit between his lips, she cried out—hips bucking, legs unsteady.
He didn’t stop until she came, shaking against the glass, panting his name like it was the only thing she remembered how to say.
As she started to come down, Jax stood—face wet, lips swollen, pupils blown wide. She was still trembling when she reached for him, desperate to feel him. To see all of him.
Her hands found his waistband.
She undid the button. Slid the zipper down.
And when she pushed his boxers past his hips—
Her breath hitched.
He was thick. Hard. The kind of size that made her thighs clench in anticipation. Veins along the shaft, flushed and pulsing. Her mouth went dry—except it didn’t.
