Page 30 of Paxton

“I did,” he says, almost like a question.

“Get one?”

“You want that?”

“More than anything,” I say.

His smile deepens and he bends down, kissing the inside of my thigh before he hurries off the couch.

By the time he’s back, I’ve slipped off my bra, and he pauses halfway to me, eyes drinking me in.

For a second, I feel self-conscious. I love my body, but this isPaxton. This is my best friend and he’s seeing me naked for the very first time in our lives.

But he’s looking at me like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, and itdoesthings to my body, to my heart.

“Pax,” I almost a whine as I eye him and what I can see is very hard beneath his black boxer briefs.

He blinks a few times. “You’re fucking gorgeous,” he says, stepping out of his boxer briefs, his cock springing free.

And holy shit, what a cock it is. Anticipation curls through me at the sight.

He rolls on a condom, stepping toward me. “Do you trust me?”

“More than anything.” I move on the couch, reaching for him, maneuvering him to sit. I’m acting wholly on instinct now, not allowing my brain to get in the way of what my heart and body is dying for.

He does as I silently request, and in seconds, I’m straddling him, wanting to be as close to him as possible.

“Fuck,” he groans, his hands flying to my hips as I shift over him, lining him up with my aching, oversensitive center. “Monroe.”

I span the distance between our mouths, kissing him, sighing at the contact as I hover over his cock, butterflies flapping in my stomach.

I pull back just enough to catch his eyes as I lower myself on top of him, allowing him to fill me to the hilt.

His eyes flare, his muscles tensing beneath me, his fingers gripping my hips just a bit harder.

I release a stuttered breath, my heart racing as I allow myself time to adjust to the sheer size of him.

“Pax,” I practically moan as I timidly move on him. “You feel…” I can’t breathe, can’t think. “So good.”

He shudders beneath me, groaning as I lift up and sink down on him again. “You feel like heaven,” he says, his lips capturing mine again.

I fall into the kiss, into the way his mouth feels against mine, coated in the taste of us both. It’s intoxicating, sending my already whirling mind into overdrive as I test out just how damn well we fit together.

I can’t get enough of him—his kiss, the way he feels inside me. Every time I move against him is like a spark of life deep inside me.

“Look at you,” he groans as I draw back for the two of us to catch our breath, still rocking against him. “So damn sexy.” His hands are everywhere, roaming over my skin, squeezing the globes of my ass before gliding around and up to play with my breasts.

I gasp at the sensation, my head tipped back as I ride him, holding onto his shoulder as I seek out more and more of him.

“You don’t know,” I gasp, looking back at him, kissing him quickly as I continue to move on him. “How long I’ve wanted to do this.” The words wrench from me like a confession, everything in me narrowing to the way we’re connected in every way possible.

We’re nose to nose, chest to chest, not an inch of space between us, and it feelsright.

Beyond right.

I feel safe and seen and wanted all at the same time. I meant it when I said I trusted him more than anyone, and this level of trust opens doors for pleasure the likes of which I didn’t know existed.

“Fucking hell,” he groans, lips pressing against mine, his tongue rubbing mine in a dominant way that steals my breath. “You feel so damn good wrapped around me.”

---