Chapter 15 #2
When both of their doors closed, Jaxon's palm pressed against my back. I tensed and walked forward, eager to get away from the tingles he brought. I made my way to his bedroom, stepping inside first. The room was dark and quiet except for the moonlight staining the wooden floors.
The light flicked on behind me.
The door clicked shut.
I stood there for a moment, my heart beating a mile a minute, my gaze dropping to the bed in the center of the room.
Silence stood with us, wild and waiting, neither of us willing to break it.
The tension was stifling me again, the sight of the singular bed in the room bringing every feeling—every cruel want and desire—to the surface.
Slowly, I turned to look at him.
And he was already looking at me.
There was nothing casual or teasing about the way he was looking at me. No, this man was staring at me as if he was sentenced to damnation and I was his only saving grace. I could feel my resolve cracking, splinter by splinter, under the weight of his attention alone.
He took a slow step, stalking toward me like a leopard fixated on his next meal. I lifted my hand, palm out, but he didn't stop.
“The contract,” I said, forcing my voice to be steadier than I felt. “This isn’t—”
“Fuck the contract.”
He closed the distance before I could argue—before I could think. His hands framed my face and his lips slammed against mine. The kiss was everything he wanted it to be—wild, frantic, claiming.
My resistance collapsed the second his mouth moved against mine, heat blooming where control used to live.
Hate didn't exist when he was kissing me. Our history faded into nothingness when he bit my lip and slithered his tongue into my mouth. A moan surfaced between us, but I didn’t know if it was his or mine.
Was it wrong to want him after everything he'd done?
Someone please say yes.
My hands made their way up his chest and into his hair, my body tingling with dangerous desire.
He groaned when I tugged him closer and his arms moved down my body, resting on my hips.
As his body pressed against mine, a feeling of need pulsed through me.
My mind was whirling, trying to make sense of the blinding sensations taking over my body.
My body relaxed in his hold, leaning and arching into his every touch. His taste and his body made me forget who I was, and that was exactly what I needed right now. All I could think of was how good this felt and how soft his lips were.
God, I’m in trouble.
I had never ached for someone this way before, and it was driving me insane—but not as insane as the feel of his hands on my breasts. I could feel him through the material as if he was touching my skin. I gasped when his fingers pinched my nipple, twisting and squeezing through my bra.
Pulling back, a rush of air filled my lungs and I stepped back.
The back of my calves hit the edge of the bed, and I watched in dazed fascination as he stripped out of his shirt.
His muscles rippled with his movement, and black ink ran across both his arms and chest. I knew he had tattoos but never… heaven, give me strength.
He wasted no time closing the step between us again, kissing me senseless.
Then his fingers gripped my top and pulled it over my head in one slick motion.
My gasp barely made it out before he attacked my lips again.
I looped my arms around his neck and felt him undo my bra.
The need was a blanket covering the warning signals going up in my head.
My bra fell as we stepped back, and my nipples hardened when they brushed against his bare chest. His hands traveled along my bare back, and this time, my lips smothered his groan.
Bending low, he grabbed my thighs and lifted me in his arms. My body was on high alert, acutely aware of the steps he made to the side of the bed without breaking our kiss.
Tongues tangled as he laid me flat on my back, hovering over me and pressing me into the mattress.
I felt his hardness against my core and a whimper was muffled by his lips. His hands slowly trailed up my thigh, finding my hips again as he grinded against me. Why did the wrong things feel so damn good?
We kissed until my lungs cried for air, and even then, I had to force myself to pull away from him. Jaxon buried his head in the crook of my neck, taking his time to leave kisses up and down the exposed skin.
“Jaxon,” I breathed out, a shaky hand pressed to his chest.
He rested his forehead against mine, his breathing ragged. “Want me to stop?”
“I…”
He pulled back to lock his eyes on mine, absentmindedly stroking my thigh. I bit my lip, mulling over the choice and the tempting position we were in.
“No, I just…” I stringed out a sigh. “I'm not the easiest in bed.”
“You said that to Nerissa, yes.”
“I haven't… look, I don't usually end up… you know.”
“I heard what you said.” He bent to brush his lips against mine. “And I'm sure you heard me when I said I won't stop until you're fully satisfied.”
Instinctively, my legs tightened around his waist. He moved, placing soft kisses along my jawline down to my neck.
“I could rip these jeans off you and bury my face between these gorgeous fucking thighs.” His hand dipped between my legs and traveled up my thigh.
“I could flip you over, make you grab that headboard, and fuck you until you can't walk straight tomorrow.
I could play with your clit until your juices are dripping on this bed and you're screaming my name.”
I moaned lowly when his thumb pressed against my core, rubbing me through the denim material.
“You were with boys who didn't know how to please a woman,” he drawled, his lips brushing across my cheek, then my neck. “That's a flaw I don't have.”
My breath hitched when he unbuttoned my jeans and maneuvered his fingers through my panties. He kept his gaze on mine as he rubbed my clit in slow, circular motions that made it hard to focus.
“That's yet to be seen,” I dragged the words from my throat.
“Think so?” His murmur was followed by him slipping a finger inside me. I groaned, arching into his body, into the carnal need inside me. “Well, since you don't believe me…”
He removed the teasing finger and I whimpered. A tiny smirk found his lips as he added, “Show me how.”
I blinked. “What?”
Jaxon rolled off me and stood, walking to the dresser right in front of the bed. He perched on the edge of it, his fingers clamping around the wooden structure.
His eyes were tainted with want as he watched me. “Show me how you like it, trouble.”
My lips parted as a disbelieving laugh passed through.
“You're not serious.”
“Every woman likes it differently, and my guess is these boys you were with didn't take the time to learn what you like from what you don't—where you like to be touched from where you don't. Now, take those jeans off, lie back, and touch yourself.”
The command did things to me that it shouldn't have.
I found myself staring at him for a moment too long before my hands were moving to the button of my jeans. The movements were slow, and my gaze never left his once. It was like he was the high I was chasing. I never wanted to let it go.
The only articles that I had left were my panties. It was like the lingerie photo all over again. His eyes raked over me hungrily and I exhaled, leaning back on my elbows.
“Panties,” his husky voice rumbled.
I bit my lip, my fingers finding the hem and slowly dragging it off. It dropped in a pile on the floor, and his eyes darkened even more as he stared at my clit. I could feel the pulsing need between my thighs just from his heated stare.
Then his eyes ventured up my body, taking his eyes to outline every curve, every perk.
And when his eyes found mine, carnal hunger stared back at me.
“You're so fucking beautiful, Savannah. Bring-a-man-to-his-knees type of beautiful.”
“Funny, I don't see you kneeling.”
His lips twitched. “We'll get to that, trust me.”
The dark promise lingered in the air, hardening my nipples and bringing my legs closer.
“Uh-uh, spread those legs for me. Let me see all of you, trouble. Good girl,” he praised. “So fucking pretty. All laid out and dripping wet.”
I was breathing hard while my fingers dragged across my stomach, dipping lower. A gasp flew out when my two fingers connected with my lower lips, teasing and stroking. I wasn't sure what to make of it, but the ease I felt while doing something so… intimate with him should’ve been studied.
Our eyes had a language of their own. Ocean breeze from the windows spilled in, kissing my hardened nipples, and I groaned at the sensation.
The need for him was all-consuming, and my body was screaming for more.
I was lost in the lust-filled bliss of this moment, wanting nothing more than his hands on me.
“Push them inside,” he breathed out another command.
My fingers slowly slid along my clit and settled inside me.
I groaned at the sensation, rubbing along my clit as I moved in and out.
I could hear his rough breathing from where I was, and it only added to the fantasy.
I found a slow and steady rhythm, my gaze holding his until I couldn't hold it anymore.
My head sank into the sheets as my eyes fluttered closed, all my inhibitions fading away.
I picked up the pace and my body tingled and throbbed with every push and pull. My free hand found its way to my breast, and I tugged at the nipple, bringing my pleasure to new heights. I wanted his hands on me, his mouth on my breasts, him deep inside me.
So that was the fantasy I chased as I moved faster and faster.
The sound of my wetness competed with the whispering of the ocean waves.
I moaned and arched my back, needing to feel more.
I rubbed my clit and dove face-first into the groundbreaking pleasure I was feeling.
I couldn't even tell the last time when I came with just my fingers, and yet, Jaxon was bringing me to it without even touching me.
“Jaxon,” I moaned, throwing my head back.
My ears perked up to the cracking of wood, and when I looked back at him, I saw the dresser groaning under his grip. The expression on his face tore my orgasm straight through me. I moaned at the release, shuddering and writhing at the absolute pleasure.
I can't believe that just happened.
My chest rose and fell as I tried to catch my breath, my body slumping in the soft sheets. That felt so—
There was no time to recover because Jaxon stormed over to me and sank to his knees. I shot up on my elbows, about to ask what he was doing, but he wrapped both arms around my thighs, spreading me wide open before him and licking—and oh my God.
The sensation was unlike anything I'd ever experienced.
My sensitive clit protested at first, but he kissed and sucked and licked until the tension left my body.
Moaning, I fell back to the bed, drowning in the feeling of his lips on me.
He groaned and the rumble made a vibrating feeling that made my clit jump.
One hand gripped the sheets tight while the other dove in his hair.
His tongue dipped in and out of me just as much as it flicked against my clit.
He repeated every move I just did with my fingers, showing me just how much he was paying attention.
I arched off the bed, and he pulled me back down.
I was trembling from the way he lapped me up, the familiar fire creeping into my stomach again.
“Jax, I can't.”
He pulled away at the sound of my voice, replacing his lips with his fingers. “You can. Give me one more, baby. Come again for me.” His head dipped again and he moaned. “Fuck, you taste so good, trouble.”
He continued his delicious torment, pumping in and out of me as his tongue worked my clit. It was too much, all too much, and—
“Jaxon!”
My climax shattered through me, tearing through me and giving me a vision of stars.
Jaxon took three more long licks at me as I came down from my high, groaning deeply.
My eyes fluttered heavily as a blanket of exhaustion covered me.
He rose from his knees, hovering over me and tilting my head to kiss him.
The taste of myself on his lips sent a shiver through me.
“Trouble. Absolute trouble,” he whispered against my lips, shaking his head. Then he shifted me properly on the bed. “Be right back.”
My drowsy eyes watched him disappear into the bathroom. He walked out with a rag, and I groaned when he wiped me down. That was the last sight I saw before I drifted into a blissful sleep.