Chapter 30
Jaxon
Heat coursed through me the second my lips touched hers.
The kiss was slow and sensual, her lips so damn soft it was almost like kissing cotton candy.
And damn it if I didn't have a sweet tooth.
My heart was trying to tear from my chest, its rapid beating like a drum under my ribs.
Her fingernails scratched on the back of my neck, making me groan as I trapped her against the front door.
And all bets were off the second she bit on my bottom lip and tugged.
Fuck, I love when she does that.
Suddenly, the kiss turned frantic and feverish, both of us lost in the heart of the flames.
My fingers dug into her waist and I lifted her, loving how she instantly wrapped her legs around my waist. I was already rocking a semi just from kissing her, and it was pressed against her core.
She pushed against me, trying to leverage some control—and I would give it to her…
eventually. For now, I just wanted her to enjoy the moment.
A muffled moan sounded when my fingers trailed underneath her wet sweater.
God, that sound. She could’ve had anything she wanted with that sound.
Fuck, maybe she was in control after all.
Just one sound and I was ready to drop to my knees for her.
She was a siren calling out to me, and I was a lost boy slowly drifting away at sea.
She rolled her hips against mine and a desperate groan left my lips as I matched every grind. I held her tight as I did it again, and again, and fuck—she was driving me insane.
“Trouble,” I mumbled against her lips before trailing down to her neck.
“I can't believe I missed that stupid nickname,” she mumbled back, and I chuckled against her skin.
My trouble.
“So you admit you're trouble.”
“I'm a saint.”
“Mhm, sorry to disappoint you, love, but saints don’t grind on me the way you're doing right now.”
My hand made a necklace around her neck, and I tilted her head to the side to give me better access. Her legs tightened around me as I sucked hard on her skin, and her whimpers were both a torment and a blessing.
“Want me to run you a bath first?” I asked her, fingers deep in her wet hair.
It still amazed me that she trekked through the storm to get to me.
“I want you,” she whimpered, inching closer to me.
“You have me.”
My hand took her chin and turned her head to face me—and don't think I didn't notice the way she squirmed when I did.
My trouble had a few kinks that I was more than ready to explore.
I smashed my lips to hers again and drank in the taste of her.
And when she started rocking against me, trying to build on the feeling between her thighs, I knew if we didn't move now, I'd be fucking her against the door.
I mean, it wasn’t a bad way to start, but that was nowhere near what I had in store for her.
Without breaking our kiss, my hands fixed around her thighs, and I started walking blind to my bedroom.
I needed her out of those clothes. I needed to touch her, kiss her, lick her everywhere.
I needed her sprawled across my bed, legs wide and ready to take every inch of me.
I needed to feel that tight grip clenching around me as I made love to her.
She trembled in my arms, pulling her lips away from mine.
Ragged breaths joined us and I untangled her legs, smoothly setting her down.
I trailed kisses down her jaw and neck as I pulled her sweater over her head.
Her fingers grabbed my shirt and tugged it up before she pulled my lips to hers again.
After one snap, I tossed her bra to the side and had her exactly where I wanted her. I hovered over her, taking one of her nipples in my mouth and flicking my tongue across it. My cock was rock hard and pressed firm against her, and my hand went to the button of her jeans.
“Jaxon,” she panted, arching into me and fisting the sheets.
“I know, trouble,” I groaned, tugging on the beautiful peak of her nipple. It was like our confessions brought a new level of desperation to the table, and I couldn't get enough of it. Of her. Both hands gripped the waistband of her jeans. “Lift your hips for me, love.”
She arched off the bed and I tore the last bits of her clothes from her body. Sinfully gorgeous, forever mine.
I just stood there, at the edge of the bed, dragging my gaze across her body.
“Savannah, if you thought you could get rid of me before,” I started, shaking my head in utter disbelief that this woman was mine, “there'll be no getting rid of me now. Fuck, just look at you.”
She squirmed under my intense gaze, her chest rising and falling with ragged breaths.
“Are you planning on just looking at me all night? Because if you are, I can do this myself.”
“Patience, trouble.”
Moving closer to her, I gently grabbed her ankle and brought it to my lips.
I was more than ready to worship her body tonight and every night that followed.
Her breathing hitched as I took small, teasing strides down her legs, from her ankle to her calves to the inner walls of her thighs.
Just when I got close enough to her pussy, I switched tactics and took her other leg, repeating the same treatment.
“Jax, stop teasing me.”
I only chucked against her thigh and ignored her whining, continuing my leisurely path.
Savannah writhed underneath me the more I got closer to the area she desperately wanted me to touch.
My hand ran across her thigh as my lips kissed, nibbled, and bit into her skin.
Fingers ran through my hair as I sunk to my knees, and I felt her pulling my head closer to the wetness between her thighs.
“Want me here?” I murmured, only a breath away from her pussy. My fingers rubbed against her slick heat and I licked my lips.
“Please.”
I stroked my fingers across her core again before dipping, my tongue sweeping across her, and fuck—she tasted good.
“Oh,” she cried out.
My hand reached up to press against her stomach, effectively keeping her flat as I devoured her. A little higher and I was squeezing her perfect breast, twisting one nipple then the other. Her thighs shook as they framed my face.
“Mhm, oh my God… Jaxon,” she moaned.
I flicked and sucked her clit, increasing the pressure and speed.
Groaning against her core, I dropped a hand to my waistband and pulled out my aching cock, wrapping my fingers around it and smearing it with precum.
My tongue slid in and out of her, teasing her inner walls and making her gasp for air.
She had a death grip on my hair, and it felt like torture to not be inside her.
Heat rushed down my—fuck, everywhere. She was the flame and I was walking through it with both eyes open.
“I need…”
She looked down at me the exact moment I looked up at her, and the sight alone—out of breath, shaking, desperate—had me fighting the internal battle to come in my hands like a fucking fifth grader.
“No, don't stop,” she whimpered when I pulled back, then moaned when two fingers drove into her.
I stood, hovering over her with one palm pressed to the bed, locking my eyes with hers. My fingers worked inside her, memorizing every sound she made and every facial expression she wore. Her brows were creased together and her hips rolled as she chased her high.
“Jax, I…”
My fingers curled inside her the second I started to see the frustration creeping into her eyes.
“Tell me what you need, trouble.”
“Breasts,” she panted out. “Play with my—oh fuck.”
My head bent and I took her nipple in my mouth before she could even finish. Tugging and teasing. Squeezing and swirling. Her hips were moving more frantically now and her fists clenching the sheets. My lips released her nipple, trailing to the crook of her neck.
“I love you so much,” I whispered, my lips only a breath away from her ear.
“Oh God, right there, Jax, I'm going to… fuck, Jaxon!”
I pulled back, watching her fall apart in my arms, holding her there as she rode out the orgasm.
She was so damn beautiful—sinfully stunning and so fucking beautiful as her pussy clenched around my fingers.
I didn't stop, pounding in and out of her through her orgasm until another one ripped through her.
Sweat coated her skin, and her sigh of relief made me smile.
“That was…” She trailed off, trying to catch her breath.
I chuckled and leaned down to kiss her. “An appetizer.”
Sliding my fingers out of her, I brought them to my lips. Our gazes stayed locked as I sucked her juices clean off my fingers, her breath hitching.
“Don't move,” I told her before I climbed off her and shuffled to the adjoining bathroom.
Going straight to the bathtub, I turned the water on low and added some soap—because if she thought I wouldn't run her a bath after she spent hours in the rain, she had another thing coming. The pressure was low enough that by the time we were done, it'd be ready for us to sink into.
When I got back to the bedroom, my eyes zoned in on her sprawled across my bed, biting her bottom lip.
Her eyes left a heated trail as they ran across my chest to my sweatpants.
She watched me as I stripped out of them, and her gaze locked on my hard dick.
My fingers slowly stroked up and down, skimming across my piercing she was so obsessed with.
And when she brought her hand between her thighs, playing with her swollen clit, my cock jumped.
“Come here.”
“Bossy little thing, aren't you?” I smirked, only taking two steps toward her. I couldn't take my eyes off her dripping cunt.
“You knew that when you chose to fall in love with me.” She smiled sweetly.
I hummed, closing the distance and lifting her right leg to my shoulder. My cock was lined up perfectly with her, and she shuddered at first when my piercing hit her sensitive skin. She groaned when my hard length ran up and down her slick heat. The head of my cock brushed against her lower lips.