I plucked a single noodle with my fork from the plate and dangled it between us. “Can’t have you feeling left out now, can we?”
“No, no, we can’t,” he replied, leaning in, matching my movement as we both took opposite ends of the slippery noodle between our lips and sucked until our mouths met in a frenzy in the middle.
I was lost in a haze when Jaxon broke our kiss, his eyes dropping to my lips, lingering for a beat before his hand framed my jaw. I wasn’t sure what had captured his interest until his thumb swept over the corner of my mouth. My breath hitched, thinking he was going to lick the sauce away, but I welcomed the surprisewhen he pushed his thumb between my lips and found my tongue eager to lap it all up.
“Fuck, what am I going to do with you?” he murmured.
“Fuck around and find out.”
He reared back, seemingly shocked by my bluntness. It only took a second before we both fell into a fit of hysterics.
“Only we could turn a corny movie moment into me wanting to wipe this counter clean and lay you out on it.”
“I wouldn’t complain.” I pushed my plate away making my desires clear.
“Food.”
“I’m full.” I smiled, more than eager to forget our dinner and everything about rediscovering each other slowly, because at that moment, all I wanted was his mouth and touch everywhere.
Jaxon pushed his chair back and leaned down over me before hoisting me up over his shoulder.
I yelped in disbelief and swatted at his backside teasingly. “What are you doing, trying to channel Jameson’s energy with the fireman’s strut?”
When my feet connected with the carpet at the foot of my bed, Jaxon spun me around by my hips until my back pressed against the front of his body, which was anything but soft.
“The difference between my brother and me is that while he’s paid to extinguish fires,” he leaned down and kissed me behind the ear, “I’m the one striking this match.” His lips dragged leisurely down the side of my throat. “Stroking the flames.” His hands slipped under the hem of my hoodie. “Blowing on the embers.” He coaxed my arms up as he removed the offending piece of material. “Fueling the tension and raising the stakes.”
The tips of his fingers trailed whisper-soft down my arms, causing goose bumps to dance across my heightened skin.
“And then just when I think the fire is going to combust in a ball of flames, lighting up the night sky full of wonder”—he pulled my sports bra up and over my head—“one more stroke.” He cupped my breasts in his palms. “One ignition point.” He pinched my nipples, drawing a sharp inhale into my lungs as I arched my back in response. “Only then will it elicit the reaction I crave. The response I need more than my next breath.”
My chest rose and fell with labored breathing.
His words were liquid sex stripped down to their core.
“A fire consuming everything in its path as it screams for oxygen, wild and free in its most primal state.” His teeth sank into my shoulder as I felt my panties dampen with the purest of desire. “Time apart hasn’t dulled my craving for you, not from my mind, my soul, and certainly not from my heart.”
“Jaxon.” I wanted to tell him that I felt the same, but I was too lost. I wasn’t thinking. I wasn’t remembering.
I was burning from the connection that was so uniquely ours.
Unfiltered and tender.
Pure and honest.
“God, have I told you how much I missed touching you?” His hands lowered to my hips and squeezed roughly. “Watching you come alive under my touch.” His fingers splayed over my stomach before slipping under the waistband of my leggings. “Listening as your breath hitches.” He nipped his teeth up my neck as my head lolled to the side while I pushed my lower half back, seeking more friction, unable to ignore how hard he was against my backside. “The way your body arches for more. Do you feel how hard I am for you?”
“Yes.” He had me completely hypnotized under his spell.
“Not going to lie, my restraint is shaky?—”
“No more waiting. I want all of you,” I pleaded shamelessly.
“Not tonight.”
Confusion twisted in me at his denial.“Please.”
“Fuck,” he groaned against my neck. “The sound of you begging.” He shifted his hips again, making it clear how much he wanted me.
