I shivered and Jaxon backed out of the driveway.
We drove for about five minutes in total silence and just as I was about to babble incoherently to make myself feel better, Jaxon pulled up to a huge red barn. It was the quintessential American farm sight. “A barn?”
“Trust me,” he said, turning off the engine.
“As long as you’re not gonna fuck me on a hay bale, I’m good.”
Jaxon laughed and once we’d climbed out of the truck, he took my hand and led me inside. I saw six stalls, although, there were currently no horses in them, and to the right of the double sliding doors was a staircase.
“Up here,” Jaxon said, and we climbed the steps. He pulled out a key and unlocked and opened the door, pushing it open and tugging me inside.
“Oh, wow,” I breathed out.
This must have been a caretaker’s residence. There was a small living room which was open to a kitchen divided by a surprisingly large island.
“This is so cute.”
“Yeah,” he said distractedly. “Follow me.”
We walked down a short hallway, past a bathroom, and into a bedroom that had a queen-sized bed and a small dresser.
Jaxon dropped his keys on the dresser and faced me. “If you want to stop, just say the word.”
I nodded, and he slid his hand to my neck, stroking my jaw. “You’re beautiful, Harmony, and I’m not just saying that because we’re about to make some magic.”
I grinned. “Back atya.”
His lips settled on mine, gently at first, but when I opened my mouth for him, our kiss became frantic. We were all lips and tongues and I couldnotget enough.
“Jesus,” Jaxon hissed out. “We need to slow down.”
“Do we?” I challenged.
He smiled. “I’m on your time, Harmony, so it’s your call.”
My hands went to the buttons of his shirt and I forced myself not to tear them from the material. “I want to see you.”
He made quick work of his shirt and slid it off and I gasped quietly at the sight of his chest. No tattoos, muscles upon muscles, and he obviously waxed. I leaned forward and ran my tongue between the groove of one of his abs, and found myself lifted and dropped onto the bed.
“I was enjoying that,” I complained.
He grinned. “You can have more later,” he promised, unzipping my boots and sliding them off my feet.
He moved up my body, unbuttoning my jeans and kissing my belly just above the waistband of my panties.
“Lift,” he directed, and I lifted my hips so he could tug my jeans from my thighs. He left my panties where they were, but threw my jeans in the corner. I started to sit up, but his hand settled gently on my stomach. “Don’t move.”
I flopped back down with a sigh.
“Patience, Harmony.”
“A virtue that isn’t mine,” I retorted.
He chuckled, leaning down to kiss my belly, pushing my shirt up. “Slide your hands above your head.”
I did as he directed and he slid my shirt toward my wrists, tying it around my arms, tight enough to make things interesting.
“Too tight?” he asked.
