A fluttering sensation spreads through my chest. I shiver, despite my body growing hot and feverish.
I push up on my toes, brushing my lips against his. Coaxing, tasting.
His hand moves, gripping the back of my head, his fingers tangling in my hair, crushing me to him, deepening the kiss.
I open for him, our tongues dancing, duelling, exploring. Shudders of pleasure wrack my body, and I press my breasts against his chest. My nipples harden against the friction.
I bite down on his bottom lip before sucking it into my mouth, eliciting a moan of pleasure.
He pulls me hard against him, cupping my arse cheek, kneading it with strong fingers. His cock grows hard between us, as I roll my hips against his.
We stand on the sand, our mouths dancing, tongues duelling.
Laughter sounds in the distance, and I rip my mouth away, my breath coming hard and fast, my pounding heart making it impossible to think.
“What are we doing?” I ask, my hands resting on his shoulders, stabilising me.
“What we’ve both been denying ourselves, for far too long.”
I grip his shoulders, loving the feel of the hard muscle beneath my hands, wanting to explore, but knowing I’m playing a dangerous game.
He’s right. From the first time we kissed, I knew my life was never going to be the same. It was as if my body recognised his. We had a natural affinity, an immense bond. Nothing in my life had ever felt as right as being in Jaxson’s arms. He lit a fire in my belly all those years ago, one that has continued to smoulder unchecked for the past sixteen years, and we just fanned the spark.
My hands curl over his shoulders and behind his neck, finding the short hair there.
He drops his forehead to mine, his dark eyes questioning.
“What do you want, Kat?”
I bite the inside of my mouth. What Iwantis not up for debate.
I withdraw my hands and push away, putting some distance between us, before wrapping my arms around my waist.
Jax stands there, unmoving, watching me.
I drop my head back and look up at the night sky. It’s clear, the stars twinkling above us, watching, waiting.
Are we written in the stars?
I inhale, exhale and right myself, my gaze returning to Jax, who still hasn’t moved.
For the first time since becoming CEO, I feel lost, vulnerable.
Our eyes lock, and I see a flash of something, but it’s gone before I can decipher it.
“There’s another day trip tomorrow. Why don’t you come with me?”
My brows furrow.
What?
He smiles.
“Spend the day with me. Be a tourist.”
I open and close my mouth, focusing on the water caressing my feet.
“Okay,” I say, surprising myself. “Why not?”
