“I think I’ve waited long enough,” I murmur. “If you can’t give me what I want, maybe I’ll find someone who will.”
A low sound like a growl rips from his throat, and I know I have him right where I want him. Jaxon prowls toward me with a predatory gleam in his eyes. He tugs off his shirt in one fell swoop, baring himself to me. His corded muscles and bare chest are on full display for my enjoyment. Every inch ofexposed skin is covered in ink from his neck to the deep ridges that disappear beneath the waistband of his jeans.
He swipes his thumb over his bottom lip. “See somethin’ you like?”
My heart is in my throat as I watch each subtle movement.
A single curl flops over his forehead, and his biceps flex as he sweeps it back.
I've watched this man for years. Studied him. Marveled at his perfection. Nothing could have prepared me for this moment. He’s looking at me like I'm the beginning and end of everything, and I fear he might just be the end ofme.
He pulls the bandana out of my hands and secures it over the lower half of his face.
“This what you wanted, Alley Kat?” His tone is gruff and commanding, sending a riot of shivers coursing up my spine.
“Hat.” The single word comes out all breathy.
He lifts the black cowboy hat from the corner of his desk and places it atop his head. His eyes are cloaked in shadow, but I can still see the hunger in them.
My body reacts instantaneously. Wetness pools between my thighs, and my nipples strain against the coarse fabric of my lacy bra.
He tosses a pillow onto the floor at his feet.
My lips quirk up the barest amount. “Such a gentleman.”
“Not for long,” he says gruffly. “Kneel.”
I draw in a shaky breath and sink to my knees. The way he commands me with a single word is illogical. I’ve never had such a visceral reaction to anyone before. It’s like my body recognizes him. Like my heart is reaching out to his, begging for salvation. I trust him implicitly, and that in itself is something of a miracle.
He gazes down at me with unmitigated heat. “We were supposed to take this slow.”
“I don’t want slow,” I say airily. “I’ve waited too long for slow.”
His thumb strokes over my cheek. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want to taste you.”
“Fuck.” The coarse word is muffled by the bandana, but it still sends goose bumps down my arms. “Take it, Callie baby. I’m all yours.”
With trembling hands, I loosen his belt and unbutton his jeans. What the hell did I get myself into? What if I’m not good at this?
I reach my hand beneath his boxers and grip his rigid length. He’s hard as stone, and the piercings press against my palm. A shiver coasts down my spine. I want to know what they feel like inside of me.
I give him a few experimental tugs, adjusting to the feel of him in my hand. The skin is soft to the touch, with pronounced veins running from the base to the head.
“Spit on it,” he commands.
I gather the saliva in my mouth and let it fall onto the dark red tip, already leaking pre cum. My tongue darts out to lick up the salty taste of his arousal. He groans.
I take him into my mouth and swirl my tongue around the head. Sparks skitter across my flesh at the sound of his approving moan.
“That’s it. Take more.”
I suck him into my mouth as far back as I can take him, gagging when I go a little too far. Pulling back, I repeat the motion, careful not to trigger my gag reflex this time. My fist wraps around the base, gripping the length that doesn’t quite fit as I suck and lick in earnest.
I’ve watched Jaxon enough to get a sense of what he likes. I twist my wrist as I take him into my mouth over and over,hollowing my cheeks. With my free hand, I reach lower and start to massage his balls.
He lets out a string of incoherent words. “Holy shit. You take me so well. Knew it would be like this. Fucking made for me.”
