Page 17 of Jaxon

"Right. I'm on fucking fire, and I'm going to stop for an ice pack—" He pulled me into his arms. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and his mouth came down over mine. His hands made quick work of my bra and panties. He paused for a second, held my arms out and leaned back to look me up and down. His heated gaze stroked my naked body like fingers, sending pulsing heat between my thighs.

I stopped to catch my breath and smiled up at him. "I wasn't imagining this. You make my head spin, Jax. I've never felt like this in a man's arms."

He tightened his grip on me. "Then let's make sure my arms are the only ones you ever feel around you." His mouth came down again, only gentler, and we kissed as if this was heading somewhere, somewhere significant, somewhere like fucking heaven. It was only a kiss, but somehow it felt deeply emotional, and I was there for all of it. I was one hundred percent in. Fuck Alex. Fuck my dad. The only person who meant anything was the man standing half-naked with his arms securely around me and his mouth making love to me in the most incredible way. He'd stormed at Alex when his fist accidentally clipped my chin. No one had ever come to my defense like that, and that short, temper-filled moment instantly wrapped itself around my heart.

Gentleness was over, and the growl that rolled up from Jaxon's chest sent a shiver of excitement through me. He took hold of my hand and led me to the bed. "Hands and knees, darlin'. I want to taste every inch of you."

His erotic command sent another shiver through me, and as it raced down my body, it landed as hot pulses in my pussy. My limbs trembled as my knees and hands pressed against the mattress. Jaxon's weight shifted the bed down low enough that I nearly fell over.

He chuckled and set me back on my hands and knees. "Didn't mean to rock the boat." A layer of warmth surrounded me as he knelt next to me. His masculine, soapy scent made my head spin. It was real man, not the pungent scent that Alex liked to douse himself with. Jaxon was pure man from head to toe, and I'd never been so turned on in my life and all he'd done was undress and kiss me.

He pushed aside my hair. It fell over my shoulders. My fingers gripped the sheet with anticipation as he lowered to the space between my shoulders. He trailed warm kisses all the way down my spine with gentle precision. Each kiss quickened my breath and sent my pulse racing. His slow, deliberate journey toward my ass made me ache with need.

"Jax—" His name came out on a breathy whisper. My limbs had been trembling but now they were weak. When he reached my ass, he took a small bite. My legs wobbled as his tongue drew circles down my ass. He ran it around the tight hole and then his tongue flicked against me as he moved behind me.

"Every fucking inch of you is beautiful." His hoarse tone circled my dizzy head. I warmed with a moment of self-consciousness as I realized he was seeing me, all of me.

I gasped and nearly collapsed to my elbows as his tongue found my pussy. His fingers impaled me as his mouth devoured me. It was all for me. I had never experienced foreplay that was focused solely on me, on my body, on my needs, and with an expertise that made me come quickly to the edge of orgasm. I rocked against the pressure of his hand as his fingers massaged my pussy. His tongue worked its magic on my clit, and in seconds I fell over the delicious cliff.

"Oh Jax!" I cried out as the incredible sensations pulsated through my body.

He didn't slow until I collapsed from the sheer pleasure. I dropped down on the mattress. I heard his jeans drop to the floor, and strong hands turned me over. Jaxon's gaze was heated beneath heavy lids. "God, Gidge, just touching you is about to make me come." He leaned against the cold plaster wall and held his hand out to me. His slick cock stood upright. I put my hand in his, and he gently coaxed me forward to straddle his lap. "I want to feel everything. I always use protection?—"

"Yes." I said before he could finish. "I've got birth control covered."

With my hands I turned his face up to mine. Everything about him was breathtaking. He gazed up at me from beneath half-closed lids, and I held his face and watched him as I lowered myself over his cock. The feral growls rolling up from his throat made my pussy contract around him. I wanted to hold him, to squeeze him. I wanted to return the favor. I rose up and down over him, shocked at how much of him there was. He filled me deeply; in places I never knew existed.

Jaxon took hold of my ass and helped me move over him slowly at first and then fast and urgently enough that the mattress began to move away from the wall. His fingers dug into my ass cheeks.

"God, baby, fucking hell. You fit me like a goddamn glove. You're tight and sweet and wet and fucking perfect."

His words and the way he moved me over him brought me back to orgasm. "Jax, I'm on the edge again," I said breathlessly. I cried out. "Yes! Fuck yes!"

"That's it, darlin'. I'm holding on for you and that gorgeous fuckable pussy."

I braced my hands on his shoulders as my body shuddered with waves of pleasure. Jaxon dropped his head back. It tapped the wall behind him. His eyes closed, and his hands grabbed my hips to hold me down over him. His massive body stiffened, and he groaned in ecstasy.

The heat of passion was still rich in the air as I collapsed down against him. I was breathless and dizzy. I'd never felt like this.

"I never want to leave your arms," I said softly as I traced some ink on his shoulder with my fingertip.

"Then that's fucking settled cuz I'm not letting you go. You belong right here, naked, in my arms and my cock buried deep inside that sweet pussy of yours."

We scooted down to the mattress, and I clung to him as if he might escape suddenly. I couldn't let go. I didn't want to let go. I'd jumped off Alex's boat this morning and had no idea what I was jumping into aside from the cold Pacific. That crazy, impulsive move had changed my life forever. All of this seemed heartbreakingly impossible, but I wanted it. I wanted Jaxon. Growing up, I'd had everything I asked for. I'd occasionally convinced myself that I was happy. There was even a time when I thought I was in love with Alex, but I realized that couldn't have been further from the truth. The man I was snuggled against just showed me what love felt like, and it was so damn overwhelming—it scared me as much as it thrilled me.

"I'm never going to think of the word kiss in the same way," I told him. "You, Mr. Jaxon Stone, deserve some kind of Nobel Prize for the things you do with that mouth of yours."

"Hmm, don't those prizes come with some major cash? Maybe we should send them a note suggesting a new category. A Nobel Prize in kissing and tongue physics."

I laughed and cuddled closer.

"You cold?" he asked.

"Think my body is coming down from its high."

He reached down and pulled the sheet up over us. "We'll take a short break and then get that body heat surging again," he promised.

I closed my eyes and grew instantly drowsy in his embrace. It was easy to pretend that this was it—just bliss and happiness and incredible sex for the rest of my life, but I knew too well that the baggage hanging around my neck since birth would never let that be. I only hoped we'd get through the night without some horrid police raid. I never underestimated the evil that was my dad.

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