Chapter 12
CHAPTER TWELVE
Tazzy nestled deeper into Jaxon’s chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.
The spanking he had given her still had her bottom sore, but instead of leaving her drained, that throbbing had settled low in her belly and refused to leave.
Every shift of her body sent little sparks of awareness racing over her skin.
She believed him in her heart now, not just her head. Every word. Every painful reason he had stayed away. And that belief had unlocked something inside her she had kept buried for eight long years.
She wanted him.
She wanted his hands on her bare skin, his weight pressing her into the mattress, and that deep, possessive voice in her ear telling her she was his. But after everything that had happened that day, and after all these years, she could not bring herself to simply ask for him to make love to her.
She turned her face and pressed a soft, open-mouthed kiss to the side of his neck, letting her lips linger. When he gave a quiet rumble of approval, she smiled against his skin and did it again, this time adding the tiniest scrape of teeth. His arms tightened around her.
“Tazzy,” he warned, voice already rougher.
“Hmm?” She innocently shifted in his lap, making sure her tender bottom brushed against the growing hardness beneath her. “I’m just resting, Daddy. Like you said.”
Hand drifting down his chest, she let her fingertips trace the ridges of his rock hard abs through his shirt. There was no hurry, so she took her time. His muscles jumped under her touch while she hid a mischievous smile in his neck. His breathing quickened.
Straddling his lap, she pressed light kisses to his chest, making sure to rock her hips ever so slightly. As her nails scratched lightly down his side, the tight fist of his control started to fray.
“Baby,” he growled in warning, but his hand had already slid down to cup her sore bottom, squeezing just enough to make her gasp.
Tazzy lifted her head and let him see exactly how much she needed him. “I missed you, Daddy,” she whispered, biting her bottom lip. “All of you.”
Jaxon made a low, hungry sound and stood up so fast the room spun. Before she knew what was happening, he had her tossed over his broad shoulder again. One big hand clamped firmly over her tender backside, holding her in place as he strode down the hallway toward his bedroom.
“Teasing Daddy has consequences, little girl,” he said, voice dark with promise. “And you are about to learn every single one of them.”
God, she hoped so.
Tazzy smiled, her heart racing with anticipation while she bounced on his shoulder. He kicked open the bedroom door. Striding across the room to his bed, he tossed her on her back. Before she could blink, he was on her.
Flipping her to her side, he pulled her close, spooning her. There was no mistaking his hard body and his incredible heat. Or his arousal.
Taking his time, he tunneled his fingers through her hair, holding her to him. A shock of need sparked inside her, lighting her on fire.
Her skin pebbled at the erotic pain as he tightened his grip. Should she try to resist? As if reading her mind, he wrapped his arm around her waist, pinning her close. Her nipples peaked. As if he couldn’t help himself, he gave each a light pinch, heightening her arousal.
She needed more of that. Instead, he rolled her to face him, holding her close as his lips found hers. His kiss was hard and filled with as much need as hers. She pressed her body against his, but it wasn’t enough. She needed to feel the heat of him, his skin touching hers.
She tugged at his t-shirt and ran her hands over his abs, reveling in the sensation of the narrow band of hair that disappeared at the waistband of his jeans. She dipped the tip of her finger underneath his jeans, following the line as far as she dared.
He groaned, deep and guttural, filled with urgent need. That sound, so primal, might have startled another woman, but it only stoked her desire higher.
Tazzy couldn’t think. Thankfully, she didn’t have to. All she had to do was feel. Jaxon showed no hesitation. He didn’t ask for permission. Eight years ago, he’d treated her as if she were made of glass, but that was then. Now, he kissed her with a raw passion that thrilled her.
Need unlike any she’d ever known coursed through her.
He stroked her tongue with his own, rolling her onto her back and pinning her to the bed with his body. Losing all control, she rocked her core against his cock.
She half expected him to scold her for trying to take control.
Instead, he kissed his way down the slender column of her neck.
She shivered when he pushed his erection harder against her sex and growled, “Look what you do to me, babygirl. My cock has been like this since I walked into Books -N-Brews last week.”
“Poor Daddy,” she crooned, giving him an evil grin. “Did you have a hard time?” She ran her hand over his cock on the word “hard.”
His eyes glittered. “You’re about to find out just how hard.”
Repeating her own word from earlier in the evening, she whispered, “Promise?”
Staring down at her, his eyes filled with danger and determination. He paused, making her wait.
Um… no.
There was no way she could stop now. It might kill her. Allowing everything she was feeling to show, she clutched his arm. “I need you, Daddy,” she said, her voice filled with desperate need. “Please, don’t stop.”
“Stopping is the last thing I have on my mind, babygirl.” He caught her hands in his and drew them over her head, pinning them there with her knuckles pressed to the bed. “These don’t move until I give you permission,” he said, his voice as rough as crushed gravel.
Carnal desire flared in his eyes.
He released her hands and reached for the bottom of her shirt, drawing it up and over her head with one hand.
She’d worn a sheer black bra. It wasn’t the sexiest thing on the market, but the red flags of arousal staining her Daddy’s cheeks said it was sexy enough.
Before she could offer to take it off, he grasped the narrow band in the front and ripped it in two.
“Daddy!” she shrieked. “That was my favorite bra!” Okay, that may have been a bit of an exaggeration, but still.
“I’ll buy you another one,” he said as he peeled back the cups of her bra like a child peeling the wrapper off a large chocolate bunny at Easter.
The look in his eyes when he exposed her breast stole her ability to speak. To think. She wasn’t even sure she remembered how to breathe.
“You have the most beautiful nipples in the world, Darkling. I dreamed of tasting them again every night.”
Earlier, he had called her Sprite, but now, Darkling seemed to suit him just fine.
Leaning over her, he flicked his tongue over her taut, aching nipple, before lowering his lips to her breasts.
He surrounded one nipple in the heat of his mouth. He nibbled and pulled, teasing her, sheeting her world white. Arching into him, she pressed her nipple tighter against his mouth.
How had she forgotten how much he enjoyed her breasts? Before, he would tease her for hours, licking and sucking them. Maybe forgotten wasn’t the right word. Maybe blacked out was more accurate. Those memories of the pleasure he’d once given her had been too painful.
Wrapping her legs around his hips, she pulled him closer. pressing her feet into his ass. She needed to touch him. To run her fingers down his back and grip his ass. She started to lower her hands, but one look from him stilled her.
He ran his tongue along the undercurve of her breast, raking and nipping her sensitive skin. Slowly, he worked his way along the bottom of her other breast and worked his way to her other nipple, wandering to the underside of her breast before taking her other nipple in his mouth.
His deep hum of appreciation sent shockwaves across her skin.
“Daddy,” she moaned, unable to stop herself from raising her hips to his. “I want to feel you inside me.”
“Not yet, greedy girl. Daddy has eight years of missing you to make up for. I plan to take my time and enjoy you.”
Oh Lord! She remembered how her Daddy “enjoyed her.” He could play with her for a long, long time. And by the time he was done, she’d be on the edge of insanity, dripping with need. “Can I at least touch you, Daddy?”
“Just this once,” he drawled, voice low and wicked. “I’m feeling generous tonight.”
He murmured the words against the sensitive spot just below her ear, shifting her higher on the bed so he could peel away the last of her clothes, leaving her in nothing but her panties.
His hands returned to her breasts at once, thumbs brushing over her tight peaks while his mouth found her earlobe and gave it a gentle tug.
“Please, Daddy, may I move my hands?”
“Yes, babygirl. All you want.”
Tazzy reached for the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up. The second the fabric cleared his head, she spread her palms over the hard muscles of his chest, soaking in the strength that had always turned her inside out.
She had missed this so much. Only now, in the midst of their lovemaking, did she truly understand the depth of their loss for all those years. It only made her more aggressive and, like her Daddy said, “greedy.”
She caught her lower lip between her teeth as a wave of feminine power rushed through her. He was not the only one who remembered how to drive the other person wild.
Again, her fingers trailed down the ridges of his stomach, this time on bare skin, tracing the long scar that cut across his abs.
His skin pebbled and tightened under her touch.
She smiled slyly and let her hands wander lower, sliding around to the small of his back to caress the spot just above his tailbone. A deep growl rumbled against her neck.
Her fingers slipped boldly beneath the waistband of his jeans. “Poor Daddy, your jeans are too tight. Maybe you should take them off?”
She didn’t have to ask him twice. He kicked his boots off and shoved his jeans down his legs. Before she knew what he was about, the delicate sides of her panties gave way with a sharp rip as he tore them free.
Grinning when she couldn’t hold back a growl, he promised, “I’ll buy a hundred more of those, too.”
Her momentary consternation vanished as he gripped one tender cheek of her bottom, squeezing as he lifted her hips, and positioned the broad head of his cock right where she ached for him.
“Tazzy? Are you ready for me?” His voice was pure gravel.
“Yes, Daddy,” she somehow managed to answer through her panting. “More than ready.”
He answered with one powerful thrust, driving inside her, burying himself to the hilt.
Her inner walls clenched tight around his thick length. Her back arched off the bed. God. She had forgotten how completely he filled her.
His mouth crashed down on hers, devouring and claiming her mouth. His fingers rolled and tugged her nipples until sparks of pure fire shot straight to where their bodies joined. She locked her heels behind his back and rocked up to meet every thrust.
“Wait,” he hissed against her lips, fighting to slow down. “Give me a second. You are not ready yet.”
A desperate craving burned through every inch of her. She was soaked, her clit throbbing with a need so sharp it hurt. “I’m ready,” she gasped. “Jaxon, please. Move. If you don’t do something, I swear I’ll lose my mind.”
One hand locked around her hip, tilting her exactly how he wanted her.
The other slid up her spine and wrapped around the back of her neck, holding her steady while he took her.
He pulled back slowly, then slammed home again.
Hard. Her name tore from her lips as fresh fire raced along every nerve inside her.
“Faster,” she begged.
Be careful what you ask for.
He took her at her word, thank God, pounding into her faster, harder, deeper.
Each thrust stole her breath and rebuilt her at the same time. She couldn’t breathe and didn’t care. Her heels dug into his ass, thighs squeezing tight around his waist. Her nails scored his shoulders as she clung to him.
Then his mouth took hers again, tongue thrusting in perfect rhythm with his body. He changed the angle, dragging the thick head of his cock over her swollen clit with every stroke.
She shattered.
A raw cry broke from her throat. Jaxon swallowed the sound, kissing her through the violent waves as her body clamped down around him again and again.
He rode her right through it, thrusts growing harder, faster, fueled by pure fury and eight years of pent-up need. With a deep, guttural groan against her mouth, he came, pulsing hot and deep inside her.
The feel of it threw her into another sharp climax. Her entire body locked, legs wrapped around him. Pleasure so intense it almost hurt crashed through her. The roar of her own heartbeat filled her ears.
When the last tremor finally faded, Tazzy went limp beneath him. With a soft, shaky sigh, she released her grip on his hips, allowing her legs to slide down his body. She dragged air into her burning lungs, mouth aching sweetly from his kisses.
Taken.
She licked her swollen lips.
More than that, her whole body felt swollen and deliciously used.
For just a moment, a flicker of panic tried to rise, but she had no energy left to feed it. So much for guarding her heart. She had loved Jaxon from the moment those hypnotic blue eyes had locked on hers across the cafeteria in ninth grade.
Today, he had rescued her, just like the heroes in the romance novels she secretly devoured. Just like a Daddy was supposed to do for his babygirl.
When she had given him her heart all those years ago, she had done it with everything she was. In truth, even through all the pain of the last eight years, she had never really taken it back.
Now he would keep it safe forever.