“Tell me what you want, trouble.”His fingers teased a rhythm—fast, slow, fast, slow—as the air stood still around us.I writhed in his arms, desperate for any source of relief to this torment.And when he pulled out of me, I groaned and dug into his shoulder.
“Jaxon,” I whined.
“Greedy,” he replied with a chuckle and a peck on my lips.His dark eyes landed on mine, and he dragged those two fingers to his lips and sucked my juices clean off them.
That really shouldn't have been as sexy as it was.
“Turn around, baby.Eyes on the mirror.”
Neither should that, but the words had my core clenching with a need only he could solve.I bit my lip at his sinful gaze and angled myself to the mirror.His arm wrapped around my waist and he kissed my neck, just below my ear.Then he was bending me forward.
“Bend over for me.Hands on the counter.Yeah, just like that, trouble.”
With his palm splayed across my stomach, he arched me back and spread my legs.As he bent me, he left heated kisses down my bare spine that had my eyes fluttering.My dress was barely hanging on, straps sliding down my shoulders and half unzipped.
Pushing my dress up, the cool air hit my skin before his palm did.He grabbed a fistful of my ass, and a groan left my lips when he spanked me.
“Jax, just…”
“What do you want, trouble?”
I huffed a breath and pushed back against him.“You know what I want.”
“Oh yeah?Why don't you tell me?”His arm tightened around my waist.“Because I need the words, Savannah.I need to know that wanting you isn't just one-sided.”
We locked eyes and for the first time, I saw hints of vulnerability beneath the desire.He was showing me his cards, letting me know how serious his words were.I kept his gaze as his hand went to his pants and watched him unbutton them.
My throat was dry at the sight of him undressing, and my heart was pounding erratically against my chest.And when my gaze found his again, they were darker than the black coffee he loved so much.
“I want you.”
The words passed through my lips, sounding like the combination of a moan and a plea.And they seemed to unlock something inside him because he sprang into action.His pants fell to his knees, and he tore my panties clean off.
“Jaxon, those were my…” I scolded, but once he thrusted into me, all words were lost.
My head hung as I took every inch, my fingers clenching around the edges of the counter.
“How do you feel so fucking good every single time?Fuck, trouble,” he groaned.
Inch after inch, I felt him stretching me with his length and making me his.I drew him in, being a willing slave to the pleasure and the pain.God, I felt so full.I wanted to live in that very moment, wrapped in his arms with only pleasure to look forward to.
“Good?”
Nodding, I met his thrust.“So good.”
“Good girl.”A throaty moan came from him when I clenched around him.“Now, how about you look up for me?”
My body was a willing servant.I arched my back and met his gaze in the mirror.He grunted in approval, then his pace increased, pumping into me with an unmatched intensity.I cried out, my pulse drumming inside my head and loving the feel of him inside me—loving the feel of the metal bars rubbing against my inner walls.
He had both hands gripping my waist, pulling me into every deep thrust.The sound of ragged breaths and skin slapping against skin were the only echoes in the room.This feeling between us, it was a high—a sensation worth chasing.
“Oh God, Jaxon,” I moaned.
He rolled his hips, pushing in and out of me, as one had crept up to my neck.He slipped my straps off my shoulders and let my breasts fully free.With every thrust, they bounced in the mirror, and I watched him go feral at the sight.Grabbing a fistful, he squeezed my breast and twirled my nipple between his fingers.
My eyes rolled to the back of my head and my back bowed, too consumed in the heat to worry about the flames.His fingers caressed my hips, the gentle nature a complete contradiction to the brutality of his thrusts.Sweet Jesus, he was right about that piercing.The sensation at that angle felt like heaven.
“Eyes on me, trouble.”
