Jaxon’s bathroom is jaw-dropping. It’s like stepping into a high-end spa in the Swiss Alps—if that spa also smelled like pine, cedar, and just a hint of him.
A scent I’m worried is now so ingrained in my olfactory processing center that it will forever be the standard against which I judge all other smells.
The floors are a smooth, heated stone that somehow manage to feel like a hug to my bare feet. The massive shower takes up nearly the entire back wall. Floor-to-ceiling glass. Matte black fixtures. Multiple rainfall showerheads and rows of body jets that look like they were engineered by someone who really understands shoulder tension and poor posture.
There’s a floating double vanity, and a sleek, freestanding tub sits beneath a row of windows that overlook the same perfectly designed backyard.
I have no idea where the toilet is, but it’s not out here ruining the ambiance.
I stare, completely overwhelmed. “This is…obscene.”
Jaxon laughs behind me. “Right? I told my architect I wanted a shower that would ruin all other showers for me. Mission accomplished.”
“Jaxon,” I say, stepping in to get a closer look at the panel of buttons. “I think this shower requires a degree in engineering.”
“I’ll set it up for us,” he says, and I turn to make room for him. “Eucalyptus steam, full-body massage, mellow playlist. Trust me.”
That something in his eyes from before has grown and morphed into something warm and hungry and barely restrained.
My breath catches.
“We’d better see how good your presets are first,” I say, lifting my chin in a challenge I don’t fully understand.
He steps forward, reaches past me, and presses a few buttons on the panel. Steam rises behind the glass, soft and scented. The lights dim slightly, and a gentle acoustic guitar track filters into the space.
When he turns toward me, he’s close—close enough for me to feel the heat of his body.
He brushes a strand of hair behind my ear. “Are you ready to let go, Izzy?”
I don’t have time to even consider his question before his lips are pressing against my neck. Still holding to my no-kissing rule, as much as I regret making it right now.
I want tender. I want a first kiss.
But I know that could break me. The kiss that may already be breaking me, just thinking about having it and knowing I’ll never get more.
So I say nothing.
Jaxon stops his exploration of my neck to strip my shirt off, tossing it aside before unhooking my bra. His mouth moves to my clavicle, pulling a sigh from me as he shoves the nicest pair of jeans I own off my hips. I kick out of them before grabbing the hem of Jaxon’s button-down and undressing him as well.
Damn, he’s pretty. All hard ridges and flat planes. Just enough hair to make him seem like a man.
Our eyes meet as I unbuckle his jeans, and it hits me that I’m going to see him naked for the first time. There’s a flash of something I would’ve sworn was uncertainty in his eyes, but it can’t be that. He’s been touted as a god amongst men enough times that there’s no way he’s self-conscious.
Unable to wait any longer, I shove down his briefs and jeans together, relishing the way Jaxon pulls me closer as he steps out of them.
At the press of his hard dick against my stomach, I give in to the urge to see all of him and peer down.Holy hugeness.
Jaxon is a tall guy, so maybe I should’ve expected this. Wait? Is there a correlation between height and—NOT NOW, IZZY!
“Come on,” Jaxon says, tugging me into the shower. He positions me just so, making sure the jets are aligned around my spine, and I drop my head against the wall as the water pounds into my back.
Jaxon cages me in with both arms as he drops his mouth to my nipple, his teeth and tongue move in a dance that has me begging for more.
I know I should be worried this doesn’t even feel weird anymore, but I just…can’t right now.
I drag my hands through his hair as he sucks—hard.
Fuck.
