Her fingers threaded through his wet hair and closed into fists as her mouth opened beneath his.
She tasted like rain and salty tears. She tasted like heaven. Or as close as he was going to get. If this was as close as he would ever get, he wasn’t about to let his insecurities and ego keep him from taking what she was so willingly offering.
“Come home with me,” he whispered against her lips.
“No.”
He drew back and stared at her. “No?”
She looked at him with those brown eyes that never failed to melt him like butter on a hot skillet and softly smiled. “My house is only five minutes away.”
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
When Tully arrived at her house, Jaxon’s truck was already parked in front. As soon as she pulled under her carport, he was there opening her door and pulling her into his arms. They were both sopping wet, but it didn’t seem to matter as they hungrily kissed, his hands gripping her butt and hers fisting his shirt.
“We should probably go inside,” he spoke against her lips.
“Yes.” She tugged him closer, deepening the kiss and teasing his tongue with hers.
He growled and lifted her off her boots by her butt. She hooked her legs around his waist, surprised, and then enthralled, by the hard length that stretched beneath his fly. She tightened her legs and pressed closer, rubbing against it like a dog in heat.
He drew back on a ragged breath. “Behave. I’m trying my damnedest not to take you right here.”
“I wouldn’t mind.” She nipped his bottom lip.
His mouth quirked on one side. “Why, Tallulah Gentry, you do have a wild streak. And one day, I might just take you up on the offer. But right now I want to get you out of these wet clothes and take my time luvin’ every square inch of . . .” His hands tightened on her butt. “This phenomenal body I’ve been dreaming about for months.”
It wasn’t him calling her body phenomenal that caught her attention as much as the luvin’ part. She knew luvin’ was just a simple country word that didn’t hold the same connotation as the word love, but it still sent her heart to fluttering. And she realized her feelings for Jaxon were much deeper than just lust. She cared for this man. He’d wiggled his way into her heart and she knew that wasn’t a good thing when he was leaving.
But for now, she would take whatever Jaxon offered.
Luvin’ or Lovin’.
He carried her to the side door, then set her down so she could unlock it. Once inside the kitchen, they both toed off their boots and she removed her gun belt before they started kissing again. After he unbuttoned her shirt and slipped it off, she grabbed the hem of his T-shirt, enjoying the tightening of his abs when her cold hands came in contact with his warm skin.
She drew the wet cotton up and he stopped kissing her long enough to tug the shirt over his head and drop it to the floor while she struggled to get off her wet sports bra.
She had almost gotten it over her head when her wrists were caught in one calloused hand. Before she could question what was going on, she was pushed against the door and Jaxon was covering her breasts in hungry, open-mouthed kisses.
“Where have you been hiding these, Sweet Tully?” Jaxon’s breath fell hot against her nipple before he sucked one into his mouth. All she could do was moan into the wet spandex as, with the tug of his lips and the delicious brush of tongue, he turned her into nothing but a towering mold of trembling Jell-O.
She was so focused on what his mouth was doing she didn’t pay attention to what the hand that wasn’t holding her wrists was doing until her pants dropped around her ankles.
Jaxon released her wrists, then, with a devilish twinkle in his warm golden eyes, knelt in front of her. “Nice.” He studied her lacy peach panties and she was glad she’d selected a pretty pair to wear that day. He hooked two fingers in the waistband and slowly brushed back and forth across her lower stomach before glancing up. “May I?”
She was too turned on to speak. All she could do was nod.
He took his time easing down her panties, his gaze following the lace as he inched it over her hips. For a second, she worried about how she would compare to the women he’d been with who probably waxed and shaved and groomed their private areas to perfection. But she stopped worrying when her panties reached her thighs and Jaxon groaned a deep, sexy moan of satisfaction.
“I’ve spent many a night wondering what color this would be,” he whispered just loud enough for her to hear. “Light blond. Deep brown. I never thought it would be the most beautiful dark, rich honey . . . that just begs a man to taste.” He glanced up, his eyes much darker than they’d been. “Can I taste you, Tallulah?”
Again she nodded.
He eased her panties down her legs, his fingers brushing her skin in a way that made her tremble. Of maybe she was trembling from the thought of what was coming next.
“Lift your foot,” he ordered. She lifted one stocking foot out of her pants and panties, but before she could place it back down on the floor, his hand encircled her ankle and kept it elevated. He stripped off her sock, gave her arch a soft kiss . . . and then hooked her leg over his bare shoulder.
Tully had a lot of fantasies about Jaxon Hennessy. But she’d never had one like this —with her standing naked in her kitchen, fully open to his hungry gaze.
