Page 34 of Only for Tonight
“Jaxon Stevenson,” she growls my name between clenched teeth.
“It’s biology, baby.” I shrug. “I put it in there.” The sound of the doorbell ringing has her looking that way.
“Saved by the bell.” She gets off my lap. “That better be my food and not your crazy ex again.” She stands up and I grip her hip, pulling her to me and kissing her. She melts in my arms, and if the knock at the door would stop, I’d be fucking her on the couch.
“I should get that.”
“You should,” she pushes, “then you should do me.”
I look over my shoulder. “I did you this morning.” I wink at her. “It’s time for you to do me.”
fourteen
Ariella
“Ready?” he asks me when I finish putting on my white sneakers and standing up, wearing the same clothes I was wearing yesterday, minus the panties since those are now in the trash upstairs in his bathroom.
“I’m ready,” I reply as he slips his hand in mine and walks over to the side door that leads to the garage. “Can you please explain to me why it’s necessary for you to take me to my hotel room to grab my stuff?” I ask Jaxon when I walk around the front of the SUV in his garage toward the passenger door. “I could easily go over there when you leave to go to practice and pack up my stuff.”
“I’m not letting you out of my sight.” He winks at me as he presses the button to open up the garage door. The sound of it slowly opening fills the garage, as well as the sunlight coming in. “Besides, I’m not going to let the mother of my child carry her own luggage. Then we’re going to go on a date.”
“A date?” I ask him, opening the door and looking at him through the SUV. He opens his side and stands there. He’s wearing blue jeans with a white T-shirt and a tan-colored button-down, long-sleeved cotton shirt over it. His sleeves are pushed up, showing off one of my favorite parts of him, his tats. “Isn’t it customary to ask a woman out on a date and not just assume she’s going to go out with you on a date?”
I fold my arms over my chest, watching him, my mouth watering at the sexiness that he is. “We are already going to be out”—he smirks as he gets into the driver’s seat and looks over at me—“so might as well do something.” He presses the button to start the car. “Now get in.”
“You are lucky I have zero energy left to fight with you.” I get into the SUV and close the door before reaching for my seat belt. I feel his hand at the side of my neck and then at the back of my neck and his face is in front of me. He puts his other hand on my cheek and then kisses the ever-loving shit out of me. Me gasping out in shock gives his tongue easy access to my mouth as he twirls his tongue with mine. The hand not holding the seat belt comes up to hold the back of my head. He finally lets go of my lips and my eyes flutter open. “What was that for?” I ask him as I try to get my body to calm down. The minute he touches me, it’s like zero to a hundred and I want to climb him like a monkey climbs a tree. But obviously sexier.
“Couple of things,” he starts, moving away from me and buckling his own seat belt before reaching over to do mine. “One, you look fucking cute.” He smiles as he reaches for his sunglasses, putting them on, and I want to take them off of him and see his eyes.
“No one likes to be called cute, Jaxon, unless they are under ten years old.” I shake my head. “What would you say if I said ‘Oh, Jaxon, you look so cute today’?” He glares at me. “Exactly, that look.” I point at him. “It’s much better when I say ‘Oh, Jaxon, you look so hot today.’ Or ‘Oh, Jaxon, no one is sexier than you.’”
“You think no one is sexier than me?” I don’t know if he’s asking me. “The feeling is definitely mutual.” He winks at me. “I will refrain from calling you cute from now on.” I turn to look out the window as he continues talking. “Two, I remember why you have zero energy left in you.” His smile gets even bigger. “And three, because I wanted to.” He puts his hand on my headrest as he puts the car in reverse before backing out his SUV, rendering me speechless because, who am I to argue with that? I don’t know how cute I look wearing last night’s clothes, my pants wrinkled and my hair just brushed and tied on top of my head. I really did wear myself out riding him, though my performance was stellar. And the last one, if he wants to kiss me and I want him to kiss me, I guess there isn’t anything wrong with that.
“Ariella,” he calls my name and I look over at him. “Do me a favor,” he says as he puts the car in drive, “put the hotel in the GPS for me.”
“Okay,” I reply softly, reaching in the middle and grabbing his phone. “You need to put in the password or look my way so I can unlock it.”
“It’s two, four, one, one,” he rattles off without skipping a beat.
“You just gave me your code to your phone,” I tell him. “Now you are going to have to go in and change it. Which is a pain in the ass if you forget it and then it locks you out for a certain amount of time.”
“Why,” he asks me, confusion in his voice, “would I have to change the code?”
“You just gave me the code to your cell phone.” I hold up the phone, showing him.
“Okay, I don’t understand.”
“Now I can go through it,” I groan and look out the window before turning back to him. “Literally unlocked I can search anything I want to. I can go on your history in your browser. I can check your pictures. I can delete certain numbers in your contacts. The list is endless.”
“Okay,” he repeats, looking at the road, then quickly at me, then back at the road.
“You can’t give a woman the code to your phone.”
“Is that a rule somewhere?”
“Yes,” I gasp. “It’s like dangling a carrot in front of a rabbit.”
“How so?”
