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“Yes,” I moan, still grinding against his hand, getting closer. He leans down, swiping his tongue over me once… twice.
“I’ll tie your arms above your head, but when I restrain your legs, I want them spread.”
“Yes, yes!”
“I will make you come—” Lazily, he strokes my clit with his tongue. “So many fucking times that you’ll pass out.”
Jaxon sucks on my clit and sends me skyrocketing into an orgasm that we both groan through. Before I’m able to think straight, he’s sliding into me.
“Fucking Christ, little dove. How do you feel so fucking good?”
His hands slide up my thighs, and he leans over me, his mouth coming to mine. He tastes like me, musky and sweet.
“I love that I can kiss you all the time now,” he says against my lips.
“Me too,” I breathe out, hands going around his neck.
He drives into me deeper, holding my hips in place. He fucks me hard but slow, with short sharp thrusts, going as deep as he can. I feel him everywhere. I touch him everywhere. His arms,shoulders, neck, face, stomach… those abs—oh my god, those abs.
And when he comes, he stares right into my eyes. It’s that moment I realize I am so gone for him.
Chapter Fifty-Eight
Sailor
The sun is warm on my face when I wake. My eyes flutter open and there’s someone warm and heavy covering half my body. I smile to myself when I remember everything that happened yesterday.
Meeting Jaxon face to face. Him coming to my house. Fucking, not only once, but twice. It was late into the night when we finally fell asleep, and if I had to guess, I’d say it’s late afternoon now.
I can hardly move, but I look on my end table for my phone and don’t see it. I think back to last night and realize I must have left it in the car.
“Don’t leave,” Jaxon says, his voice raspy.
I huff out a laugh and turn in his arms. I’m met with crystal blue eyes. Beautiful eyes that couldn’t possibly belong to a terrible man.
“Don’t tell me you’re a cuddler,” I whisper.
He smirks, his eyes falling closed again.
“I’ll never admit that.”
My smile grows, and I run my fingers up his ribs, causing him to shiver.
Is this really the same person? The one who’s been following me around, stalking me? The one who followed me into the woods and fucked me into the dirt?
We stay together for a while, limbs tangled. It’s so warm that I don’t want to leave. But I have to pee and I’m starving.
Jaxon finally allows me free after I tell him if he doesn’t, I’m going to pee all over him. Actually, that wasn’t the issue. He said if I wanted to do that, he’d be all for it. It was peeing on the bed and having to clean it that convinced him to let me up.
When I’m done in the bathroom, I find him in the kitchen, staring into the fridge, in nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs and I have to lean against the wall so I don’t fall to the floor.
So hot… he’s so damn hot.
“You have no food,” he says, which brings me back to reality. I realize I’ve been staring.
“Yeah,” I say. “Not much of a cook.”
“Well, that really fucking sucks.” He walks toward me, my eyes on that sexy V-line that disappears beneath his briefs and pulls me to his chest. “Because neither am I.”
