Chapter 17 #2
“Funny. I’ve been having the same thoughts about my beautiful new wife.
” He said it without lifting his mouth all the way off mine, his hard body pressing into me.
He was so close that I could smell his delicious, clean scent, and I couldn’t help but take a breath that was just a touch deeper than normal.
Everything—the way he looked, sounded, and smelled—got to me so badly that I rubbed my thighs together to ease the sudden tension between them, and he must’ve noticed something shift in my expression because he suddenly kissed me much more fervently.
“I promise you I feel the same way,” he said. “Let’s meet all of Big Mac’s friends, have something to eat, dance a little, and then blow this joint. What do you say?”
“Yes.” It was a whispered word, but he obviously heard it above the music.
He kept me close to him all night, his fingers wandering along my sides and my arms while he talked and joked with the locals. They were innocent touches, but they sure didn’t feel that way.
When we danced later on and he slid his leg between my knees, moving his hips in a way that nearly drove me out of my mind, I shook my head and moved to step away. “I can’t do this. It’s too much.”
He held me in his firm grip but eased up on the sensual dancing in favor of simply taking me into his arms and dropping a sweet kiss on top of my head. “Better?”
“Much.” I sighed and wrapped my arms around his neck. “Where did you learn how to dance like this anyway? I didn’t know dancing was a requirement for the Air Force.”
“For the Air Force?” He let out a low chuckle, eyes filled with amusement as they held mine. “No. The Air Force didn’t require dancing, but getting a date with this chick I had a thing for in high school did.”
I threaded my fingers into his soft hair, smiling as I tried not to get lost in the melted honey of his gaze. “Oh? Did you end up getting your date?”
Rolling his hips in some kind of fancy move I thought I might’ve seen in Latin dancing at a club once, he grinned and lifted a shoulder. “What do you think?”
“I think you’re not the guy who’s going to let a bit of dancing stand in his way.”
“You know me so well already.” He ran his hand up my arm to remove mine from his shoulder, pushing me away from his body as he spun me around.
Bringing me back to him once I’d completed the turn and was a second away from swooning as he dropped me into a quick dip, he held me with his front molded to my back, his lips brushing against my ear.
“I should probably mention that the date I got wasn’t with the girl I joined the class for. ”
I rolled my eyes—something I seemed to do a lot of with him—and tossed him a look over my shoulder. “Why doesn’t it surprise me that you were a player?”
“Player? Me? No. That doesn’t sound like me at all.”
When he turned me back to face him, he held me tighter to his chest and peered down at me through his long lashes. “Not now that I’ve met my wife anyway. You still hungry?”
“Nah. I had enough of the canapes they were passing around to last me the next week.” I rested my head on his chest and wound my hands around to my back to take his. “I’m ready to call it a night.”
I wasn’t sure if he’d heard me, but when his fingers curled around mine and he pulled me to his side, I knew he must have.
We waved goodbye to Big Mac, who watched us go with a knowing expression on his face and a quick salute with his beer, then turned back to the group of friends he was talking to.
The walk back to our room was made in comfortable silence. After opening the door, Jaxon followed me inside and made for the sofa-bed and his bag.
It was cute that he thought I was going to make him sleep there alone. I went into the bedroom and changed into a tank top and sleep shorts before going back to the doorway, beckoning to him when he looked up at me.
“Do you really want to sleep out here?” I asked.
He got off the bed immediately, coming over to wrap his arms around me. “Not if there’s another option available.”
“I think there just might be. The bed is big enough for both of us, wouldn’t you agree?”
“Yes.” Without saying another word, we walked to the same sides of the bed we’d woken up on and pulled back the covers.
The only light on in the room was the one on Jaxon’s side of the bed, and he flipped it off once we were both comfortable. He didn’t stay on his side of the bed much longer though, moving over and holding me the same way he had the night before.
“I’m ready for another day without an itinerary,” I said softly.
I felt his answering smile, even in the dark, before he pressed another one of his sweet kisses to the back of my neck. “So am I. Let’s get some sleep. No waking up before at least noon.”
A groan escaped me, and he chuckled before giving me another kiss. “Joking, sweet cheeks. Now go to sleep. There’s no knowing what tomorrow will bring.”
Despite how worked up I’d been earlier, I fell asleep without feeling sorry that we hadn’t done anything. The massages earlier really had exhausted me, and our late night last night certainly hadn’t helped things.
Besides, knowing Jaxon, there would definitely be a chance to have my other needs tended to tomorrow. Thoroughly.
With that thought in mind, I succumbed to sleep, smiling and holding the hand draped over my middle.