My skin burned under his touch, the press of his body against mine stirring a restless flutter deep inside me.
“Go back to sleep,” he murmured, and I swallowed thickly, a wet heat gathering between my thighs. I shifted in his arms, trying to ignore the growing ache that pulsed through me.
Jaxon’s body stiffened behind me, and then his lips brushed the shell of my ear, his warm breath sending a tremor down my spine.
“What are you thinking of?” he whispered, his voice low and husky.
“You,” I admitted, my breath coming out uneven.
He let out a low chuckle, the sound vibrating against my skin as his lips traced the curve of my neck in a light caress. My thighs pressed together involuntarily, a breathless hitch catching in my throat as his tongue skimmed over the sensitive skin there. I arched into him, my body heating as I silently begged for more. I wasn’t sure what I was doing, why a single touch from him had me squirming in his arms, but I knew I didn’t want him to stop.
His hand slid lower, a deliberate, teasing motion that made my pulse race.
Jaxon shifted, guiding me to face him. He leaned in, capturing my mouth with his in an almost too-gentle kiss. The world seemed to fade as his mouth deepened against mine, his tongue teasing my lips apart. He drew me closer, his arms wrapping tightly around me, pressing me against his firm chest. His arousal was undeniable as he pressed himself against me, causing my pulse to quicken in my throat.
As he deepened the kiss, his tongue swept into my mouth, and the taste of him sent a tight knot of desire low in my stomach, his tongue dancing with mine. He tasted like whiskey and honey, and his stormy scent was invigorating as it washed over my senses, pulling me deeper until everything else faded away.
His hand roamed lower, tracing the curve of my hip as his other fisted into my hair. As his tongue teased along my bottom lip, I couldn't help but let out a gasp.
More, I needed more.
“Jaxon,” I begged in a breathless whisper.
I felt him smirk against my mouth as his hand slipped beneath the waistband of my pants. Without thinking, I parted my legs, granting him access as his fingers moved with maddening slowness, grazing over my center.
I knew he could feel the wetness already gathered there from my arousal, and a low growl rumbled from Jaxon’s chest.
“Fates.” He cursed, his voice a low, guttural whisper barely audible in the charged silence between us. His warm and skilled fingers stilled their exploration. “Do you want me to stop?” The question came out as a rasp, his words heavy with desire. His gaze flickered between my eyes, searching my face for any sign of uncertainty, any sign I wanted him to stop.
I opened my mouth to respond, my throat dry, my heart pounding. I hesitated but the warmth of his hand, the intensityin his eyes, the undeniable ache that pulsed through me couldn’t stop the word from slipping out.
“No,” I breathed, the word trembling between us.
His eyes deepened, the flicker of relief and desire shifting into something darker. There was no more hesitation as his lips crashed back to mine. His fingers moving once again with practiced precision, making my body arch toward him.
A moan escaped my throat as his finger plunged inside me. His rhythm was maddening, a slow torture that made me shiver beneath him. Jaxon withdrew and circled my clit with agonizing slowness, building the pressure until my body trembled in response. Only then did he thrust back inside. My hands gripped his shoulders, nails digging in as I moved against him, craving more.
He didn’t rush, though. Every movement he made was precise, as if he were savoring every moment of this, of me.
His lips trailed down my neck as he added a second finger, each slow, calculated thrust a tantalizing torture, pushing me further into madness. I moaned again, my body trembling, desperate for release as his mouth continued its trail down my body. His thumb circled my clit, and the rhythm of his touch made me tighten around him, the pleasure mounting with every thrust and swirl.
His mouth found my breast, his teeth grazing over my nipple through my thin shirt. Jaxon pulled it into his mouth, biting down sharply, drawing a sharp gasp from my lips. My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as his tongue circled the sore peak, soothing it before he moved to my other breast, teasing it with the same torturous care.
Pressure between my thighs began to build, and his fingers curled, his thumb still circling that sensitive bundle of nerves.
“Jaxon,” I gasped, or maybe begged.
I felt him smile against my skin, his low, approving growl vibrating through me as he continued to move inside of me. His mouth met mine again, kissing me deeply as the pressure grew higher and higher, until the tension snapped, and my orgasm crashed over me, sending me spiraling.
Tremors wracked my body, his fingers still moving with relentless pressure, drawing out every ounce of my pleasure. He didn’t stop until the last waves of bliss subsided, and I collapsed against him, panting, my forehead pressed to his as I struggled to catch my breath.
His fingers slid from me slowly, and I couldn’t help but watch him, my breath shallow as his golden eyes locked on mine. There was something dark in his gaze, something that made my pulse flutter all over again. My hand instinctively trailed down his body, aching to return the favor, to feel the heat of him against me.
But before I could get far, he stopped me, his grip tightening on my wrist.
He shook his head, though I could see it was with effort. “Not tonight.”
I opened my mouth to protest, but before I could speak, he flipped me,actually flipped me, turning me onto my side and pulling me hard against his chest. His arousal pressed into my back, and I wanted to argue, to continue what we’d started.
