My breath shudders.
“Why good?” I whisper.
He studies me, my lips my throat my shaky breath like he’s learning me by heart.
“Because it means you’re here for the right reason.”
I blink. “What reason is that?”
He steps closer.
Just enough to melt my spine.
“You want me.”
My heart slams so loud I’m sure he hears it.
I whisper, “That doesn’t mean we should.”
His eyes darken.
“Maybe not,” he murmurs. “But it means we will.”
Oh god.
I sway toward him before I can stop myself.
His hand lifts, slow careful, fingertips brushing my waist, sending heat spiraling through every nerve.
“Jaxon…” My voice barely exists.
“Yes.”
“I don’t know how to do this.”
His thumb strokes a slow circle against my hip.
“I do.”
Then, he leans in.
Not kissing me, just close enough that his breath warms my cheek.
“Tell me to step back,” he whispers.
I can’t.
He sees that.
He knows that.
He lowers his voice:
“Then I’m going to touch you.”
My knees wobble.
JAXON
