A connection that was sacred, honest, and pure.
A connection that was ours, in every lifetime.
Jaxon started to shift his hips, and it didn’t take long before another wave of blissful pressure tingled within. The slow, tender rhythm he’d set was just as hypnotizing as the furious, urgent one I needed earlier.
“This time we come together.” His words ghosted over my lips.
One second, I was lost in rapture, trying desperately to hold off until we reached the pinnacle together, and the next, my eyes glossed over, overcome by the boundless decadence that he bestowed upon my body, causing my muscles to spasm around him in a way that just hit differently than the last.
It was other-worldly. A moment suspended in time, so beautiful and tender that when he buried his face in my neck and groaned my name against my skin, we came together in perfect harmony.
Breathless moans of surrender and the sound of our hearts beating wildly bounced off the walls, as dizzying waves of pleasure surrounded us with ecstasy.
“Oh. My. God. That was—” Words failed me.
“Perfection.” He breathed against my flushed skin.
“Yes, that.” My heart raced high on happiness and contentment.
Jaxon collapsed beside me on the bed. Every muscle, including ones I wasn’t aware of, ached as I rolled onto my side and pressed myself against the length of his body. His tanned skin glistened under a sheen of sweat as I lazily drifted my fingertips across the inked lilies and fell into a comfortable silence.
I’d long dreamed of what our first time together would have been like, but nothing could have ever prepared me for the real thing.
It was years of pent-up yearning and desire that couldn’t be bottled or tamed, colliding in a way that was explosive. I loved that it was a mix of hard, unrestrained need followed by slow and sensual.
It was a perfect blend of us.
Connecting us on an intimate level that celebrated our love and strengthened our devotion. It felt as if the stars had guided us home.
“Do you happen to know your work schedule for next weekend?” Jaxon asked after a few minutes of reflective silence.
“I think I’m off. Why? You already mentally making plans to have your way with me again?”
Jaxon rolled onto his side, facing me, and brushed away an errant piece of hair from my forehead.
“What’s funny is that you think I could wait that long?” He leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to my lips. “I’ll never get enough. I plan to devour you every waking moment we aren’t working.”
“Oh, really? That’s a big statement, Fisher.”
“You doubting me?”
“Who me? Never. It’s just I kind of like seeing . . .” I paused to mess with him, “other people.”
As expected, my back met the bed as he pounced and pressed his weight deliciously against my core.
“There will be no other people, Lily.” He pinned me with a stern glare.
“I meant the crew, your brothers, Boden, and the girls.”
“Fuck ’em.”
“You don’t mean that.”
“Of course I don’t.” He nuzzled his mouth against my neck. “I just want you all to myself.”
“You can still have that, trust me.” I scored my nails up and down his back.
“Come to Vegas with me next weekend.”
