God, I’m in trouble.
I had never ached for someone this way before, and it was driving me insane—but not as insane as the feel of his hands on my breasts.I could feel him through the material as if he was touching my skin.I gasped when his fingers pinched my nipple, twisting and squeezing through my bra.
Pulling back, a rush of air filled my lungs and I stepped back.The back of my calves hit the edge of the bed, and I watched in dazed fascination as he stripped out of his shirt.His muscles rippled with his movement, and black ink ran across both his arms and chest.I knew he had tattoos but never…heaven, give me strength.
He wasted no time closing the step between us again, kissing me senseless.Then his fingers gripped my top and pulled it over my head in one slick motion.My gasp barely made it out before he attacked my lips again.I looped my arms around his neck and felt him undo my bra.The need was a blanket covering the warning signals going up in my head.
My bra fell as we stepped back, and my nipples hardened when they brushed against his bare chest.His hands traveled along my bare back, and this time, my lips smothered his groan.Bending low, he grabbed my thighs and lifted me in his arms.My body was on high alert, acutely aware of the steps he made to the side of the bed without breaking our kiss.Tongues tangled as he laid me flat on my back, hovering over me and pressing me into the mattress.
I felt his hardness against my core and a whimper was muffled by his lips.His hands slowly trailed up my thigh, finding my hips again as he grinded against me.Why did the wrong things feel so damn good?
We kissed until my lungs cried for air, and even then, I had to force myself to pull away from him.Jaxon buried his head in the crook of my neck, taking his time to leave kisses up and down the exposed skin.
“Jaxon,” I breathed out, a shaky hand pressed to his chest.
He rested his forehead against mine, his breathing ragged.“Want me to stop?”
“I…”
He pulled back to lock his eyes on mine, absentmindedly stroking my thigh.I bit my lip, mulling over the choice and the tempting position we were in.
“No, I just…” I stringed out a sigh.“I'm not the easiest in bed.”
“You said that to Nerissa, yes.”
“I haven't… look, I don't usually end up… you know.”
“I heard what you said.”He bent to brush his lips against mine.“And I'm sure you heard me when I said I won't stop until you're fully satisfied.”
Instinctively, my legs tightened around his waist.He moved, placing soft kisses along my jawline down to my neck.
“I could rip these jeans off you and bury my face between these gorgeous fucking thighs.”His hand dipped between my legs and traveled up my thigh.“I could flip you over, make you grab that headboard, and fuck you until you can't walk straight tomorrow.I could play with your clit until your juices are dripping on this bed and you're screaming my name.”
I moaned lowly when his thumb pressed against my core, rubbing me through the denim material.
“You were with boys who didn't know how to please a woman,” he drawled, his lips brushing across my cheek, then my neck.“That's a flaw I don't have.”
My breath hitched when he unbuttoned my jeans and maneuvered his fingers through my panties.He kept his gaze on mine as he rubbed my clit in slow, circular motions that made it hard to focus.
“That's yet to be seen,” I dragged the words from my throat.
“Think so?”His murmur was followed by him slipping a finger inside me.I groaned, arching into his body, into the carnal need inside me.“Well, since you don't believe me…”
He removed the teasing finger and I whimpered.A tiny smirk found his lips as he added, “Show me how.”
I blinked.“What?”
Jaxon rolled off me and stood, walking to the dresser right in front of the bed.He perched on the edge of it, his fingers clamping around the wooden structure.His eyes were tainted with want as he watched me.“Show me how you like it, trouble.”
My lips parted as a disbelieving laugh passed through.
“You're not serious.”
“Every woman likes it differently, and my guess is theseboysyou were with didn't take the time to learn what you like from what you don't—where you like to be touched from where you don't.Now, take those jeans off, lie back, and touch yourself.”
The command did things to me that it shouldn't have.
I found myself staring at him for a moment too long before my hands were moving to the button of my jeans.The movements were slow, and my gaze never left his once.It was like he was the high I was chasing.I never wanted to let it go.
