Readjusting the knick-knacks on my bookshelf for the thousandth time, hyper-focusing on the angle of a figurine, I realize I need to chill out or I will make myself go insane.
Maybe a shower will calm me down.
The warm water cascades down my back as I shave and scrub until my skin is soft and smooth, my hair smelling like strawberries, and my anxiety settled. When I emerge from the shower, I feel like a new woman, one who is ready for whatever the night brings.
By the time Jaxon knocks on my door, I’m much more calm, cool, and collected. Not wanting to put pressure on anythingthat happens tonight, I went for my normal leggings and hoodie combo since I know Jaxon appreciates me in leggings anyway.
He looks delicious tonight, standing in front of me with a white V-neck t-shirt and gray sweatpants that should be illegal. “Finally,” I breathe, wrapping my arms around him and breathing in his warm, clean skin as the door quietly shuts behind him. His hair is still damp from his quick shower after practice leaving him smelling like every woman’s fantasy.
Jaxon rests his head on top of mine, lightly pressing a kiss on my head. He inhales deeply, the two of us holding onto one another in contentment. “I missed you, Sweetness.” His large hands run up and down my spine, making goosebumps spring up across my skin.
“Hmm,” I hum while snuggling closer to the crook of his neck, planting a soft kiss there. “When you say it like that, I don’t mind the nickname,” I tease, a smile tugging at my mouth. When he’d mentioned it last week, it wasn’t my favorite, but right now with me enveloped in his arms, his lips brushing my skin, I don’t mind it one bit. In fact, it might be my favorite word right now.
His chest rumbles with quiet laughter. “Are you sure about that Sweetness? ‘Cuz I might just be calling you that from now on.”
As long as he calls me that while I‘m in his arms? Yeah, I’m good with that. Pulling my head back far enough so I can see his face, I nod. “I’m good with it.” Offering up my lips, Jaxon meets me halfway. Will I ever get used to kissing him? God, I hope not.
Begrudgingly I pull myself from his arms, letting him step fully into the room. Spinning in a circle I say, “Okay, take your pick. Option number one, comfortable yet cozy purple loveseat.” I do my best Vanna White impression, dramatically showcasing the items for his studying use. Jaxon humor’s me, crossing his arms and rubbing his chin as if deep in thought. “Option two is the ever-spacious floor, complete with a plush rug for yourresting pleasure. Or finally, option three, my desk, the recently cleaned standard issue dorm desk.” I offer up my biggest and brightest smile fully in character.
A smile plays at the corners of his mouth as my antics start to get at him, shaking his head and mumbling, “You’re such a dork.” He continues to stroke his chin while he admires his three studying options. “I pick option number two as long as you take option number one.”
“Ooh, I like that option too. Good choice.” Jaxon huffs a laugh as he settles himself on the floor, his back resting against the edge of the loveseat as he pulls book after book out of his bag for his classes.
My homework tonight consists of one book that has to be read by the next class on Monday. I grab the copy from my desk, get my comfy blanket and try to lie down on the loveseat. Try being the operative word because my legs are too long for the small couch, so I end up flopping, turning, and contorting my legs to fit on it. Finally comfortable with my position, I open the book and start reading.
“You doin’ alright Sweetness? It looked like you were struggling for a minute.”
Slowly lowering the book, Jaxon looks over his shoulder at me, his brow arched and his smile wide. My smile matches his and I let out a chuckle. “I think it’s a hard-won victory. I’m all set now, thanks.”
His shoulders shake with laughter, as he turns back to the books and notes spread out on the floor.
The room grows quiet except for the occasional scrape of pages turning or pens making marks in textbooks. Somewhere along the line, it registers just how easy it all is, that even doing homework together and barely speaking fills my heart with comfort.
After a while, the hand closest to Jaxon drops the pages it’s holding and finds the back of his head, my nails lightly grazing along his scalp. I’m not even aware of the fact that my hand has moved or of how long I’ve been doing it. What draws my attention to it, is the deep sigh Jaxon makes followed by a soft moan of pleasure as his head falls back to rest against the edge of the seat.
My hand freezes on his head, all reading tossed to the side. “Don’t stop,” he growls up at me. So I focus all my energy on the gentle movements I make across his head. I’m rewarded with another moan as his eyes fall shut, enjoying the simple pleasure of having his head massaged.
I don’t think I could stop even if I wanted to. Hearing his sighs and moans has ignited those coals deep in my belly and I can’t help but imagine those sounds while he’s touching me.
“Thanks, Sweetness,” he sighs, before shifting his weight and pushing himself up until he’s kneeling at eye level with me. His palm settles against my cheek, his thumb lightly brushing across my skin as he says, “You’re amazing,” before he leans down and kisses me.
Jaxon kisses me like he’d die if he didn’t, and I might die if he stops. I never want the feel of his lips moving against mine to end. The book I was reading forgotten, my hands run across his shoulders to grip the back of his neck as my tongue slips into his mouth. I’m drowning in sensation, heart pounding while Jaxon claims my mouth as his.
We’ve never gone farther than kissing and short make-out sessions, but this time feels different. Like every kiss, every touch has been building to this and I can’t get enough. I want his mouth everywhere.
I wanthimeverywhere.
“Jaxon,” I gasp between kisses, not able to get out more than his name.
Abruptly, Jaxon pulls back. “Shit, sorry Sweetness.” He leans back, his hands running down his face. “I got carried away.”
Feeling confused and lonely without him near, I sit up, the book on my lap falling to the floor as I do. “What? What happened?”
His fingers knead the bridge of his nose as he tries to gain his composure, and it’s so hard to not look down and see how worked up he is. And boy do I want to look. “Give me a minute,” he swallows, “to calm down.”
Him calming down is the opposite of what I want to happen. Placing my legs on either side of his torso, my hands pull at his, wanting for him to open his eyes. “Jaxon, look at me.” Those crystal blue eyes shoot to mine and I can see the desire in them. “I didn’t want you to stop,” I whisper. “I wanted you to keep going.” God, I can’t believe I’m speaking the words out loud for him to hear. The warm sensation of a blush spreads across my cheeks, and my eyes break away from him to look at the floor out of embarrassment.
“Sweetness,” his index finger tilts my chin up until I look back at him. His eyes are wide, but tender as he says, “Are you sure? I don’t want to pressure you into this. We can stop here; we don’t have to do anything more.” Without a doubt, I know that if I said that I wanted to stop, he would. He might need a few minutes to calm down, but he would stop. I know that in my heart.
