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“I’m not embarrassed about being a virgin. But, fuck, that lie.” Chris sighed and squeezed the back of my shirt. “I hate it. I’ve been too nervous to be with anyone or to do anything, because what would someone think? Or what if I did it wrong?”

“Are you scared of that with me?” I hoped not. I abhorred the thought of anyone being afraid of me. Ogres got that a lot. We were big, and that could be intimidating. But the thought of Chris being scared of me… It stabbed me deep in the gut and made it hard to breathe.

“No,” Chris said without hesitation. “I have never been afraid of you. Not once. If anything, you made me brave enough to want someone, want to try and have a romance of my own.”

“Good.”

He went up on his toes and captured my mouth in a possessive kiss that had me groaning. Chris whispered, “You make me brave, Jaxon. You make me happy.”

“You make me happy too.” I claimed his lips again, holding him close. If I had my way, I would never let him go.

Chapter Nineteen

Christopher

The instant Jaxon shut the door, I launched myself at him. He grunted; I blushed. Fuck. So that was wrong. Note to self: don’t randomly attack the dude you’re interested in. Good to know. His large hands cupped my ass, and his mouth found mine. I moaned. Maybe not so wrong after all. Maybe Jaxon liked being mauled by me. When his tongue tangled with mine, I twined my fingers into the braids I’d put in there earlier, messing them up, but I couldn’t care less. I held him close. This kiss should never end. Not now. Not ever.

“Chris,” he breathed against my lips, sending a cascade of shivers down my spine.

“No talk.” I claimed his mouth in a deep kiss that had him groaning. Each noise was mine. Never had I felt so possessive of someone that I wanted to take even his sounds as my own. But here we were. I wanted everything that Jaxon was to be mine.

He chuckled, then began pressing kisses all over my face, bringing my own humor to the surface. Jaxon said in a low voice, “We have to talk.”

“Nope.” I was a virgin, sure, but I did know how things worked. Porn. Books. I got the gist. His massive dick in my tiny ass. It would work out. My cock was rock hard against his stomach, and I was probably leaking in my briefs. Fuck, I was needy for him. So damn needy. “Jaxon.” I wiggled out of his arms, and he made a noise of protest. Still, I kept my mouth latched to his as I walked backward to my bed.

His fingers slipped under my shirt and stroked my bare stomach, stealing a loud moan from me. “Jaxon,” I cried out, and he slid his hand up further.

I started. Jaxon smiled against my lips as his fingers circled my nipples. I’d never thought of them as sensitive—they never were when I played with them in my jerk-off sessions—but they were under his tantalizing touch. Oh my monster god, they were. I moaned and writhed as Jaxon slowly tweaked and played with my nipples, plucking them like strings. Each touch sent tingles dancing through me and settling in my groin. My already-hard cock grew even harder, throbbing and leaking.

“Need you. Now.” I wasn’t above begging. Or ordering. I knew what I wanted, and I wanted Jaxon, naked and desperate for me.

Jaxon pressed his lips to my forehead, and the movement shocked me with its gentleness and the intimacy that bloomed from the small touch. “You already have me.”

My eyes darted upward so our gazes met. “Good.”

Keeping my eyes on his, I grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it off before dropping it on the floor without a care. Jaxon dragged his eyes over me, and his look near burned me from the heat. I smiled, though my cheeks reddened. I reached for him and started to lift his shirt. I needed his help in removing it because he was so damn tall.

I groaned at the sight of all his purple iridescent skin being revealed. Almost reverently, I dragged my fingers over his round stomach, adoring the smooth skin and the firm feel of him beneath my touch. The line of hair that went from his belly button and disappeared under his gut. His full chest, with a scattering of white hair that I wanted to rub my face on. I explored him, letting my fingers roam over every exposed part—his dark purple nipples, his wide arms, his thick neck, his broad back—nothing escaped my attention. Feeling brave, I leaned forward and pressed a lingering kiss to his chest.

He took a sharp inhale.

A smile pulled at my lips. I liked that sound. A lot. And more than that, I wanted to hear it again. I wanted to hear more sounds, more pleasure from him. Just Jaxon, though. No one else had ever lit a fire within me like he did. And I couldn’t help but wonder if anyone else ever would. We weren’t dating, but I thought I might want to. Not yet, though. It still scared me. I couldn’t lose him. I could never bear it. I couldn’t risk the change. My panicked brain couldn’t handle it right now.

Jaxon knocked my chin up. “Where did you go, baby?”

“Somewhere not pleasant,” I confessed. Part of me wondered if I should take Dr. Lee up on his offer to talk, but I pushed the thought away.

“That won’t do.” Jaxon captured my mouth in a possessive kiss, then whispered, “Just stay here, with me. Please, baby. I need you.”

I could never deny Jaxon anything he needed. “I’m here.”

“Are you?” he asked, trailing his lips over my face.

“Hmm.” I was. My cock certainly was.

I dragged my fingers down his chest, brushing the pads of my thumbs over his nipples until they became hard peaks, and over his large apron stomach to the buttons of his jeans. Jaxon nodded, so I flicked the button open and slid the zipper down to reveal his navy boxers. I didn’t know why that made me smile, and yet it did; Jaxon did favor dark colors. Even without pulling the boxers down, I could see the huge bulge tenting the thin fabric. There was a small wet stain too. He was leaking for me. I swallowed. I wanted to taste him so badly.

I traced his dick through the fabric. “Can I see?”