Page 58 of Sexted By Santa
The kiss was slow and sweet, tasting of coffee and the pecan pie Aunt Henry had served for dessert. I sighed, melting, as a feeling of rightness swept through me. The kiss wasn’t wild or desperate—not here in my aunt’s kitchen with Hugh watching from a distance. But I could feel the tendrils of passion ready to unfurl and hold us both in its grasp.
Jaxson pulled back, and I blinked to reorient myself. It felt as if my world had shifted in some undefinable way.
“Was he the real reason you brought me here tonight?”
I winced. “Part of it.”
“And the offer he made?” Jaxson said. “I’m guessing it wasn’t platonic.”
“It’s complicated.”
Jaxson took a step back, running a hand through his hair. “Right. It’s not my business.” His voice came out a little strained. “I’m just your date.”
He didn’t say the word fake, but I heard it in his tone.
“Jaxson…”
“It’s fine.” He gestured over his shoulder, to the empty doorway. At least Hugh had left sometime during the kiss. “You should go visit with your aunt. I, uh, just need a minute. I’ll be in the restroom.”
“Wait,” I said, grasping his arm as he turned away. “Just give me a second to think.”
Jaxson hesitated. “It’s okay if you need some space. You don’t have to explain everything to me. It’s been a weird night.”
“I don’t want space, I just…this whole situation has been mortifying. Hugh wants me to be with him and Fynn.”
“Like…in a relationship?”
I nodded as my cheeks flooded with heat.
“Do you want that?” Jaxson asked carefully.
I laughed raggedly. “I don’t know what I want anymore.”
“I see.” Jaxson took in a breath. Nodded. “Well, I hope you figure it out. If I interfered where I wasn’t needed, I’m sorry.”
“No,” I said. “You didn’t interfere. I didn’t mean that.”
Jaxson raised his eyebrows, waiting for me to elaborate. The words were there, tangled on my tongue.
Frustrated, I grasped Jaxson’s face and kissed him again. The rightness of it gave me the courage to finally spit out the words. “I lied. I know what I want, and it’s you, Jax. Even if I shouldn’t, even if I—”
“Shh.” Jaxson smiled against my lips. “Let’s just stick to you wanting me. The rest will work itself out.”
He kissed me again, and this time—without an audience, and with less pretense between us—heat flared.
I gasped, pulling him tighter, and moaned softly as his tongue slid alongside mine. He was a good kisser, teasing but thorough, as he tormented me with too soft kisses and flicks of his tongue, followed by nibbles to my bottom lip that shot sparks through me.
“Take me home,” I begged when he broke away.
“Want to sext again?” he teased. “I can make you a really nice video.”
“Don’t you dare,” I growled, hooking my fingers through the beltloops on his jeans and pulling him hard against me. “No more screens between us.”
He smiled before kissing me again. “I like the sound of that, Professor.”
“No more clothes either,” I muttered.
“Nothing but skin,” he agreed with a grin. “Right after you finish visiting with your family and friends.”
