Page 105 of A Little Crush
“Then what is?”
“Feeling worthy of it.” He shakes his head. “Let’s go to the bedroom.”
37
RORY
LET’S GO TO THE BEDROOM.
His words play through my mind like a carousel, over and over again, as I force my body to move. To comply. My legs feel like wet noodles, but I climb off his lap, heading toward his room while attempting to stay in reality when a not-so-small part of me is convinced I’m fantasizing the whole thing. I can feel Jaxon’s stare as he follows behind me, and with a single step over the threshold, I find myself in his arms. His kisses are soft. Gentle. As they make their way from the corner of my mouth, along my jaw, and down my neck, while his erection presses against my stomach. He’s as hard as before, and I press my legs together, grateful for the distraction. The reminder of why we’re here and how much I want this. How much I wanthim.
Keeping his hands on my waist, Jaxon closes the door with his foot, locking Hades out of the room in case he gets a little too curious about what’s about to go down. Satisfied my dog won’t interrupt, Jax guides me until his bed hits the backs of my thighs and he lowers me down. It’s soft. The mattress. And the comforter smells like him, just like the other night. I close my eyes, fighting the nerves of whatexactly I agreed to in the kitchen now that I’m here. On Jaxon Thorne’s bed. Because yeah, I might be one hundred percent positive I’d rather be here than anywhere else in the world, but it doesn’t make losing my virginity any less scary.
It’s finally going to happen, and with the only person I’ve ever wanted it to happen with. Seriously, how is this my life? Surreal doesn’t even begin to cover the cacophony of emotions ripping through me.
His hands find my white blouse, and he pushes it up, exposing my stomach before scattering kisses between my breasts. Shifting to his left, he blows on the lacy bra, then tugs on the cup, revealing me completely. My heart pounds faster at the contact, and I squeeze my eyes shut, savoring the feel of his mouth on my skin.
“Fuck, Rore.” His breath is hot as he kisses my nipple. “Fucking perfect.” Shifting to my opposite breast, he does the same. Only this time, he opens his mouth and sucks me softly, his hands dipping lower and undoing the top button of my jeans.
Anticipation flutters through me, and I try to steady my breathing. But this is Jaxon.TheJaxon. The man I’ve dreamed about since…forever. I lift my hips to accommodate his exploration, and he takes full advantage, tugging the rough denim down my legs before hooking his fingers in my underwear and tossing them aside until I’m left bare.
With another heave of his chest, he stares down at me on his bed, taking in every inch as if realizing the same thing. That the woman beneath him is me. Rory. And the connection? The pull? It’s strong enough to take my breath away. He shakes his head gently, as if snapping himself out of his revelation, then rifles in his nightstand before retrieving a condom. Setting it on the edge of the bed, he comes back and kneels on the ground, placing his line of sight right between my barethighs. Now, it’s not like I’m not a fan of oral. Trust me. Jaxon’s a God with his mouth. But we had an agreement, dammit!
“Jax,” I beg. “You said?—”
“This is only the appetizer, Beautiful.” He grabs my legs and tosses them over his shoulders before grabbing my hips and tugging me to the edge of the bed. And sure, it’s kind of hot, but also, he’s two inches from my freaking vagina! What if?—
His mouth connects with my core, and my body arches off the mattress.
Ooookay, then. Insecurities. Gone.
And when his tongue laps at my center, I know I’m done for. The heat and gentle pressure is the perfect combination. Or maybe it’s the edging he’s been putting me through since I was on my knees in the kitchen. Then again, I’m not sure it matters. All I know is it’s only been thirty seconds, and I’m already close to coming.
“Jaxon,” I whimper. “Jaxon, I need?—”
He slips his finger inside of me, and my jaw drops. I grip the comforter by my sides, shaking my head back and forth because I’m seriously going to fall apart before we’ve even had sex if he keeps crooking his finger like that while circling my clit with the tip of his tongue.
Or is that what he wants?
To make me come with his mouth so I don’t make him follow through with his promise to take my virginity tonight?
My brows dip as the hazy thought slips past my desperation to come.
“You know,” I breathe out, trying to stay focused no matter how impossible it feels when he’s kissing my core like this. “You can make me come a dozen times tonight, and I’ll still want you to have sex with me, Jaxon Thorne.”
He groans his appreciation but doesn’t let up, sucking on my folds before spreading me wider with his free hand.
“Not gonna let you off the hook,” I add as my eyes roll back in my head and my muscles clench with anticipation.
I’m close. So freaking close I can almost taste it.
“Jax,” I whimper. “Jax, you have no idea?—”
He pulls away, blowing on my clit and stopping me from coming at the last possible second. The shift and lack of completion hits like a freight train, and I lift my head to glare down at him.
“Seriously?” I cry.
Honestly, I can’t decide if I want to smack him upside the head or slam my thighs against his ears so he has no choice but to let me finish if he ever wants to breathe again. Actually, that sounds pretty nice right now.
