“I’ve always wanted you,” she whispered.“You have to know that.”
“Idon’tknow that.”
“Well, now you do.Kiss me.Touch me.Take what you need from me.Everything I have to give is yours, even if it’s just for tonight.”
ChapterTwenty
Avery Jane
“You’re shakin’.”Dixon’s whole body vibrated as I led him to my bed.“Are you nervous?”
Unbuttoning his jeans, I bit into my bottom lip while I imagined what I might find beneath.I pushed them down his thighs and to the floor, and when he sat on the edge of my bed, I stepped between his spread legs.
“A little,” he whispered.“But I don’t think that’s what’s makin’ me shake.”
“Then what is?”
His hand slipped up my back as he looked up at me, and I inched closer as he settled it gently between my shoulder blades.
“I want you so much I can barely catch my breath.”
Pushing my fingers through his hair, I scraped my nails over his scalp, and he moaned and breathed out his anxiety.I pulled his mouth to my breast, and his tongue peeked out for a taste.
Slowly, I slid my fingers beneath the waistband of my pajamas and my underwear, and I pushed them over my hips and let the fabric fall and pool around my feet.Dixon’s hand roughed over my skin when I climbed up and straddled his thighs.
“AJ…”
“Yes?”
“I-I don’t know if this is?—”
“It’s what we need,” I whispered and smoothed his hair away from his face.The tangles I’d created fell behind his shoulders, which led my curiosity to his chest.I grabbed the hem of his T-shirt and lifted it, and his bare chest beneath was strong and cut.
“It’s irresponsible.I don’t have a condom and I can’t risk?—”
“In the drawer.”Casting my eyes toward my bedside table, I blushed.I hoped he wouldn’t judge me for being prepared.Cody had chastised me once for it, but then he never bothered to bring condoms, and then he’d get mad at me when I wouldn’t sleep with him.
And call me a hopeless romantic, but if Dixon and I had to stop now, I thought I might cry.The build up to us being together like this had been going on for far too long.If I was honest with myself, it had been building for years.
Dixon leaned to open the drawer, and my eyes followed the long line of his neck as he stretched.He pulled out a condom packet and straightened, and I gripped his erection in the tight cage of my palm.I’d been trying really hard not to focus on his cock and the way it throbbed and pulsed in anticipation, but now I stared.And I wasnotdisappointed.
His eyes rolled closed, his jaw clenched, and it seemed like he stopped breathing.
“Please?”I said softly.“Let me love you.”
The intensity of his gaze when he opened his eyes almost scared me.He hadn’t moved.He still held the condom trapped between two fingers, so I pulled it free and tore it open, and when I rolled it into place, he shuddered.
“Like this?”he asked, looking between us at my extremely expectant body—nipples pebbled and as hard as stone, skin tight, and goosebumps broken out everywhere.“You deserve more than some quick f?—”
“You can have me however you want me,” I said, and I meant it, “but we’re already here.I’m ready, andIwantyou.”Twining my fingers through his, I led our hands beneath me and let him feel how wet I already was for him.His arousing foot massage had done the trick.
I rubbed our hands through my slick wetness, until the slippery glide took on a rhythm, and then I untangled my fingers from his and held steady with my hands on his shoulders.
Reaching forward, I touched my lips to his tentatively and whispered, “Please don’t make me beg,” as I began to ride his hand, my hips surging and retreating slowly, and I savored every sensation his rough skin on mine caused.
I nipped his bottom lip between my teeth, and he groaned and opened his mouth.He tilted his head and inhaled as I exhaled.It felt like every breath I’d ever taken was for him.
“Avery Jane,” he said, “I-I want this more than I can say, but I’m not— You deserve better than me.You deservegoodthings.”
