As soon as Bax is done, I waste no time in asking, “Want to take my car back?”
He only nods, the look on his face tightening my belly, shivers wracking my body so hard that my skates almost drop to the floor. Thankfully, he reaches for them right before he snags my hand in his, linking our fingers before he leads us out of the rink. He only stops to let me turn the music off and lock the doors, dragging me straight to my Jeep without pause.
Gesturing to the passenger side, Bax helps me inside, his hands lingering a little longer than necessary. The hussy in me wishes he wouldn’t remove them at all, my body rolling with pent-up arousal that is making me fidgety in my seat. Worse is watching Bax round the Jeep, climbing behind the wheel and doing that hot-as-fuck reverse maneuver, peering over his shoulder as he expertly navigates the car out of its parking spot and onto the road.
The ride home is done in weighted silence, the atmosphere tense and heady. I catch Bax peeking over at me more times than I can count, his eyes constantly lingering. Withevery sneaky glance, I can feel the need building and building until I’m forced to press my thighs together in a poor attempt to quench the throb that has formed between my legs.
By the time we reach home, I’m jittery and on edge, wet and needy, and desperate for Baxter’s touch. Something he doesn’t offer, even as we climb aboard the elevator. Not as the elevator door closes and the thing starts to move skyward. In fact, Bax stands on the complete opposite side of the box that feels much too stuffy and claustrophobic with him standing so close yet so far.
Swallowing hard while I do my best to control the frenzy in my stomach and the slutty way my pussy keeps pulsing with a desperate need to be filled, I cross my arms over my chest and focus on the door, afraid I might actually jump on Bax before we can get off the elevator.
I’m close to panting when the doors finally open, and just as I open my mouth to say something, absolutely anything, Bax is in front of me and I’m hauled into his arms before I can catch my next breath.
My legs take on a mind of their own, banding around his waist, while my arms find purchase around his shoulders with a tight grip. I peer down at him, mouth parted with shock as he sinks that large hand into my hair and tugs my head toward him.
Needing no prompting at all, I tighten my legs around him and kiss him with all I’m worth, mewling against his mouth as his free hand presses against my lower back before traveling to my ass in order to keep me pinned against him.
I feel Bax walk us off the elevator, right before my back collides with whatever hard surface Bax finds. I couldn’t tell you where we are, whether I’m pressed against a wall or door, but wild horses couldn’t pull me away from the fullness of his lips, the trace of mint on his tongue, and the greedy, devouring way he worships me with every lick, suck, and nip.
The sound of a hand fumbling for the door handle breaks through the all-consuming need that fills me from head to toe, and I can’t help but smile against his mouth, sinking my hands into his hair and groaning at the feel of the silky strands. I tighten my fingers around his hair and kiss him harder just as the door opens, and we stumble into the apartment without separating.
We carry on much like that all through the hallway, dropping my skates somewhere in the living room as soon as the door slams behind us. The moment that door shuts, Bax loses it, only tearing his mouth away to remove my shirt first and then his. He reclaims my lips straight after, devouring me so thoroughly that I can’t help but roll my hips against him, begging for friction of some sort. It’s been far too long since I had sex with anyone who wasn’t silicone and battery-powered, and my need has hit an all-time high. Nothing else matters to me right now other than getting Baxter naked, on my bed, and inside me.
It’s the only reason I have for convincing myself I’m hearing things when a familiar voice mutters, “And I guess that answers that.”
I simply can’t pull away long enough to confirm whether or not we’re alone, kissing Bax harder, getting high on every drugging pull of his teeth against my lower lip. I need Bax too much, my body yearning for his, desperation making me pant through every kiss I can steal from him.
I’m only able to pull away from his mouth long enough to unlatch my bra, staring down at him and the beautiful tatted muscle that my greedy eyes run over. His hands have fallen to my ass, and they squeeze right before his gaze dips, that sexy growl rumbling straight from his chest when he takes in the sight of me bare from the waist up.
“Fucking hell, Sunshine,” he grits, one hand running up my spine and sending shivers through me. My skin breaks out ingoose bumps, and I gasp when his free hand glides slowly over my ribs and around one of my breasts, his hand large enough to wrap around the entire thing with nothing to spare.
Flicking his thumb over an already hardened nipple, drawing a sharp gasp and a small moan from me, he rumbles, “You sure this is what you want?”
A surprised laugh escapes me, and I tug on his hair, drawing his face closer to mine before I answer honestly. “Bax, there’s nothing I want more than you. You, and Rayne, and Ryan, and Caiden. Trust me, I’ve thought it through all week and made my mind up on Monday. I want this. Hell, I fucking need-”
My sentence ends with another soul-stealing kiss, right before I’m deposited onto my bed with a care I didn’t expect. Not sure why, because Bax is nothing but a softie with me, but the way he tries to consume me with every kiss is such a wild contrast to how delicately he places me in the middle of the bed.
When he pulls away next, there’s a wild look in those dark-blue eyes, a look painted on his face that matches the feelings roaring through every inch of my body. Those feelings are sent to new heights when Bax kneels onto the bed between my splayed legs, gaze running over every exposed inch of skin he can find, his large hands running up my legs with a teasing touch that has my core clenching around nothing.
My hands fist into my comforter, my brain begging for patience that I don’t possess while everything below the belt begs for more, my hips lifting in offering.
Bax bites his lip as the heat in his eyes flares, and I’m rewarded with his hands gripping my leggings and panties, tearing them both away in one fell swoop. I’m as bare as the day I came into the world not a minute later, my clothes discarded as Bax’s eyes almost turn black. They run over every possible inch of my body, and I’m sure he can see the wetness gatheredbetween my legs, the evidence of my arousal slickened along the part of my body that needs him most.
When Bax does nothing but stare, that patience of mine snaps, and I huskily retort, “I might have to take matters into my own hands if you don’t start touching me, Bax.”
A slow, sensual grin appears on his mouth before he roughly says, “Next time. Right now, you’re all mine, Sunshine.”
And then the sexy bastard unlatches the button of his jeans and lowers the zipper, only to reveal a thatch of dark hair and a cock long enough to make me swallow hard at the sight of him. The cheeky bastard isn’t wearing boxers, and I’ve never been more thankful for anything in all my life.
Licking my lower lip as I eye him in all his long and thick glory, it takes a serious amount of effort before I trail my eyes upward, tracing over beautiful tattoos and divots of muscle that I want to sink my teeth into. By the time I reach his eyes, I find them already watching me, as dark and hungry as the need that explodes inside me.
Deciding patience is for stronger women, I take matters into my own hands, hooking my legs around Bax’s waist and hugging him harshly toward me. The move sends him off balance, and I take advantage by flipping our positions, crawling on top of him before he can do a damned thing about it.
With his hard cock already jutting out of his jeans, I drag my body over his, my wetness coating the underside of his shaft. He groans, dropping his head back into the pillows, and my core clenches at the sight and sound. I roll my hips along his length just to hear more of those rumbles, mouth parting as I watch the veins in his neck strain, gasping when his hands grasp my hips and start controlling the roll of my body against him.
Just as I’m about to lose my mind, the tip of his shaft brushing across my clit with every drag, Bax reaches betweenus and fists his shaft, tugging my body over his until he notches himself at my soaked entrance.
Before I can sink down on him, Bax squeezes my hip and grunts, “It’s been a while for me, Sunshine. I have no idea how long I’m going to last as soon as you’re wrapped around me.”
