It was scary . . . and at the same time oddly liberating.
For the first time, she couldn’t hide a thing.
And it felt good.
So good.
Especially when Jaxon seemed to like what he saw.
His chest rose and fell with his increased breathing as the evidence of his pleasure strained against the fly of his jeans.
“Damn, Tully,” he breathed.
Then his mouth descended.
At the first touch, the leg she stood on shook and she released a sound that she’d never released before in her life. A sob mixed with a moan mixed with a sharp intake of breath.
“Easy, sweetheart.” His breath fell hot and heavy against the spot he’d just kissed as he placed the skull-tatted arm across her stomach, holding her securely against the door. “I got you.”
She knew he did have her.
She knew that whatever happened, she was safe.
Although safe really wasn’t what she felt when his mouth finally settled on her.
She felt like she’d just stepped into a tornado—consumed by a force she had no control over. With every skilled brush of his tongue, he took her higher and higher toward some new pinnacle she’d never reached before. When she finally reached it, it was the most intense, amazing release she’d ever had. As she rode it out, she couldn’t stop her mouth from mumbling a bunch of jumbled words.
“Oh, Jaxon . . . so good . . . I can’t . . . too much . . . don’t stop.”
When she finally came out of the storm, she realized her other leg had given out entirely and she was being held up by Jaxon’s arm . . . and her two-handed grip on his head.
He didn’t seem to be too upset about having his hair ripped out. His eyes twinkled with arrogance as he gave her one last kiss, unhooked her leg from his shoulder, and rose to his feet. She expected him to say something cocky. Instead, he said something else entirely.
“I hope your cat can’t talk.”
“What?” She glanced around and spotted Dumplin’ sitting on the kitchen counter, staring right at them. “Oh my God. She’s going to be scarred for life.”
Jaxon chuckled. “Or have high expectations of the neighborhood tomcat.”
She swatted him. “It’s not funny.”
“You’re right. Let’s take this to the bedroom so I won’t corrupt Dumplin’ any more than I already have.” Just thinking of Jaxon’s corruption made Tully weak-kneed all over again. As did the sight of him stripping down to a pair of black boxer briefs.
The man could model for romance novels. His thighs and calves were as muscular as the rest of him. But what held her attention the most was the long, thick muscle beneath the soft black cotton.
She didn’t realize she was staring until he chuckled. “We’re about to get to that.” He lifted his jeans and folded them neatly over a kitchen chair before taking his wallet out of his pocket. Then he took her hand and led her through the kitchen. “Which bedroom?”
“Second on the right.”
When they reached her bedroom, he pulled her inside and closed the door before Dumplin’ could follow. “Sorry, Dumplin’, but Mama’s all mine right now.”
It was pathetic how those words made her tummy feel light and airy. She wanted to be his . . . and for longer than one night. But she refused to waste their time together worrying about him leaving. Once she’d stripped off her other sock, she readily went back into his waiting arms.
He kissed her as if that was all he ever wanted to do.
But she had other ideas. She reached for his boxers' waistband and spoke against his lips.
“You got to explore. I want the same chance.”
