Chapter 13 #2
When my feet connected with the carpet at the foot of my bed, Jaxon spun me around by my hips until my back pressed against the front of his body, which was anything but soft.
“The difference between my brother and me is that while he’s paid to extinguish fires,” he leaned down and kissed me behind the ear, “I’m the one striking this match.
” His lips dragged leisurely down the side of my throat.
“Stroking the flames.” His hands slipped under the hem of my hoodie.
“Blowing on the embers.” He coaxed my arms up as he removed the offending piece of material.
“Fueling the tension and raising the stakes.”
The tips of his fingers trailed whisper-soft down my arms, causing goose bumps to dance across my heightened skin.
“And then just when I think the fire is going to combust in a ball of flames, lighting up the night sky full of wonder”—he pulled my sports bra up and over my head—“one more stroke.” He cupped my breasts in his palms. “One ignition point.” He pinched my nipples, drawing a sharp inhale into my lungs as I arched my back in response.
“Only then will it elicit the reaction I crave. The response I need more than my next breath.”
My chest rose and fell with labored breathing.
His words were liquid sex stripped down to their core.
“A fire consuming everything in its path as it screams for oxygen, wild and free in its most primal state.” His teeth sank into my shoulder as I felt my panties dampen with the purest of desire.
“Time apart hasn’t dulled my craving for you, not from my mind, my soul, and certainly not from my heart. ”
“Jaxon.” I wanted to tell him that I felt the same, but I was too lost. I wasn’t thinking. I wasn’t remembering.
I was burning from the connection that was so uniquely ours.
Unfiltered and tender.
Pure and honest.
“God, have I told you how much I missed touching you?” His hands lowered to my hips and squeezed roughly.
“Watching you come alive under my touch.” His fingers splayed over my stomach before slipping under the waistband of my leggings.
“Listening as your breath hitches.” He nipped his teeth up my neck as my head lolled to the side while I pushed my lower half back, seeking more friction, unable to ignore how hard he was against my backside.
“The way your body arches for more. Do you feel how hard I am for you?”
“Yes.” He had me completely hypnotized under his spell.
“Not going to lie, my restraint is shaky—”
“No more waiting. I want all of you,” I pleaded shamelessly.
“Not tonight.”
Confusion twisted in me at his denial.“Please.”
“Fuck,” he groaned against my neck. “The sound of you begging.” He shifted his hips again, making it clear how much he wanted me.
“Jaxon, please.”
“Tonight is all about you, but fair warning, in two days, when we’re back together in Sutton River, there’s no turning back. You’ll finally be mine, just like we always planned.”
I turned in his frame and reached up, sliding my hand behind his neck, pulling him down to me. “I’ve always been yours,” I said, sucking his bottom lip between my teeth.
Jaxon lifted me by the backs of my thighs and shifted our weight until my back met the lush softness of my bed’s covers as he crawled up over my body like an animal pursuing its prey.
With his palm pressed into the mattress near my head, the muscles in his arm were taut while he held himself up, looking down on me with such tender and concentrated emotion.
He’d always had this quiet, disarming ability to make me feel like I was the only girl he’d ever seen, an unwavering gaze that made the space between us the only thing that mattered; even after all these years apart, it was still present.
But I’d be remiss if I didn’t acknowledge and accept my role in the glimpse of worry that lingered deep in the back of his whiskey-hued eyes.
I reached for him and affectionately framed his jaw with my palms. “I’m here, Jaxon, and I’m not going—”
He crushed his mouth against mine, tasting the promise of my truth on the cusp of my tongue as he deepened our kiss that wasn’t slow or tentative but rather urgent and impassioned. It was a kiss full of need and surrender, as we gave into the inevitable time bomb while he ground his hips into mine.
I sucked in a sharp breath as he slowly moved down my body and removed my leggings, panties, and socks with prideful purpose.
The shell of the person I’d been in my past would have felt incredibly vulnerable lying completely naked while the man before me was fully clothed.
But as Jaxon leaned back on his haunches and admired the view before him, I realized he’d given me the ultimate power as, under his gaze, I felt unraveled and safe all at once.
“I’ve always prided myself on having a good memory, but this view .
. .” I watched with rapt interest as his lust-filled eyes did a slow perusal down my body.
His tongue darted out to moisten his lips as his hands pushed up my thighs, parting my legs and caressing the apex of my core with his thumbs. “You’re so beautiful, Lily.”
“I know my body’s changed since—”
“Lils, we went through puberty together, which was awkward as fuck. You were the first naked girl I’d ever seen or had in my arms, but this now, you lying here before me, the fullness of your breasts, the dip in your waist, the flush of your skin, your confidence, your vulnerability .
. . you’ve never been more beautiful. I’m fucking addicted to this view. ”
My lips parted in response, but the moment his tongue licked up the length of my slit, a shameless moan of approval worked its way from my chest upward and pierced the air around us.
Abandoning any feeling of embarrassment, I continued reveling in the blissful depths of pleasure he bestowed upon my body and let my head fall back into the mass of pillows against my headboard.
Sinking deeper than I meant to, I reached up and slid my hands under each pile of pillows on either side of my head and carelessly pushed them out to the sides, letting them fall with soft thuds to the floor.
Jaxon chuckled against my clit, but I was too gone with desire to give him heck over my pillow obsession. I didn’t just want space, I craved to be wrapped in all things him.
His scent.
His touch.
His warmth.
It was everything.
I’d already been on the edge of rapture as he worked me over in a frenzy so intense I found myself at odds, battling to chase the sensations he was drawing out but also make it last. My thighs squeezed the sides of his head when he attempted to slide his fingers inside me.
“Not yet, Lils.” His hands shifted and draped over my thighs as he ate me out like a starved man lapping up every morsel of my arousal. “Fight it.”
“I can’t.” I choked as he sucked my clit between his teeth and swiped his tongue back and forth with rapid, fierce strokes. “I’m—”
Time didn’t just blur; it shattered when my orgasm slammed into me with such force that I grabbed his hair between my fingers and screamed out his name, as my whole body shook with wave after wave of heavenly pleasure.
Somewhere between arching my back and pulling on his hair, I realized Jaxon wasn’t letting up on me; if anything, I was brazenly grinding my core more so into his face with an all-consuming fire of intensity—not that he seemed to mind as it appeared only to give him more ammunition to draw me to the brink again.
“Jaxon, I can’t.” I was nearly breathless when he slipped two fingers inside me and curled them upward, stroking my G-spot until my eyelids squeezed closed and bursts of bright white lights flashed behind them.
“I want it all Lils.” He licked upward. “I know you’ve got one more for me.”
I let go of his hair and reached up, pinching both my nipples and began rocking my hips, lifting them off the bed and back down. The rush I was chasing pounded loudly in my chest, filling my ears, while his skills pushed me over the edge of rhapsody again.
My release hit me like a thunderbolt. Desire and freedom collided in an epic rush of fierce longing and new beginnings, sating me as I drifted off into a quiet utopia, wrapped in the warmth of Jaxon’s embrace, with a soft, contented smile on my lips.