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“Okay. Let me know when you’re coming. I can’t wait to see you again.”
A few minutes later we hang up. I hear the shower shut off, and I get up to rummage through my bag to gather my nightclothes. Jaxon opens the door a couple minutes later. I’m back to sitting on his bed. His hair is a wet mess, like he doesn’t even take the time to comb it, just uses his fingers as a brush. The look is boyishly cute.
He’s wearing a pair of dark gray sweatshorts that ride low on his trim hips and a white v-neck t-shirt. I can see his tattoos peeking out of the top of his shirt. The ever-present wristband that he usually wears is gone but his eyebrow rings and gauges are still in place.
He walks right up to me so I have to spread my knees to allow him room. He tips my head back and swipes his thumb across my bottom lip.
“Are you okay?” he asks, looking deep into my eyes.
I give him a tiny smile. “Yes.”
He smiles at me in return. “Good.”
“I spoke with Chris. She’s going to drive up here in a couple of weeks. She’s worried about me.”
“Let her come. I want to meet and thank this person that’s helped you.”
Jaxon takes both of his hands and pushes the hair back from my face. His touch is light, but it causes my heart rate to speed up. For years, I’ve feared a person’s touch. Since being here in Jaded Hollow that fear has lessened significantly. Especially Jaxon’s touch. I cherish the times he touches me.
“I need to get in the shower,” I tell him breathlessly.
Jaxon runs his hands down my arms until he meets my hands. He gives me a tug until I’m standing before him. He brings my body up against his and wraps his arms around me. I lay my head against his chest and hear his steady heartbeat. It’s a calming rhythm I could definitely get used to hearing on a daily basis.
I feel Jaxon kiss the top of my head before he pulls back. “Go shower. I’ll be here when you get out.” He bends and places another kiss on my lips.
I reluctantly step back and turn to pick up my clothes. Once inside the bathroom I turn the water to blistering hot. Seeing Steven tonight reminded me of all the times I’ve felt dirty. I need a hot shower to scrub away the memories.
* * *
WHEN I COME OUT of the bathroom twenty minutes later, I find Jaxon already in bed. He has the covers pulled up to his waist and he’s no longer wearing his shirt. Just at the edge of the covers I can barely see the top of his sweatshorts.
On our drive over Jaxon informed me that I was sleeping in his bed with him. He told me he would feel better knowing I was tucked into his side.
“Okay,” was my reply. I think I took him by surprise, yet again, with my immediate compliance.
Since that first night I got the first phone call from Steven, Jaxon has slept in my bed a total of five times. Each and every time I slept like a baby, without any dreams. Of course, that’s not the main reason why I want to sleep with him. Yes, he keeps the dreams at bay but I also love the feel of his arms wrapped around me.
As I stand there in the bathroom doorway, I take in the temptation that is Jaxon. His hair is almost dry and it’s sticking up all over the place. He has his hands thrown behind his head, which puts his tattooed muscles on display. His colorful chest and stomach are truly a thing of beauty, with their hard dips and ridges that make up his six pack. There is just enough hair crossing his pecs and running down his abdomen. I can see the twinkle of his nipple rings from in the light of the lamp on the bedside table.
Jaxon cocks an eyebrow and asks me, “Are you coming to bed or are you going to stare at me all night?”
My eyes lift from their perusal of his magnificent chest and meet his. I blush ten shades of red before I start making my way over to his bed. My usual bedtime attire is a tank top and a pair of short shorts. Tonight’s clothes are no different. I can see the appreciation in Jaxon’s eyes as I walk to the bed.
Jaxon’s already turned my way and has peeled the covers back for me so when I get to the bed I sit and slip my feet and legs underneath. I immediately slide over to Jaxon and rest my head on his bicep, and my arm goes around his waist. My face is planted on his chest. He smells clean and fresh.
The arm I’m lying on comes around my back and his hand rests on the outside of my chest. His fingers are only centimeters away from my breast. His other arm is draped around my waist and his hand is resting right above my butt. Our legs are intertwined with each other. His top leg is between mine, which puts my top leg over his hip. Not an inch separates us. I’ve learned that when Jaxon snuggles he likes to surround me completely, touch me as much as humanly possible. This is another thing I love about Jaxon.
With my face buried in his chest, the small scattered hairs there tickle my nose. I wiggle my face around a bit to try and relieve the itch.
I hear Jaxon chuckle and I feel the vibration of it through his chest. “Chest hairs tickling you?”
“Yes,” I mumble.
I feel him start to pull back, and I latch my arms more tightly around him. “No, don’t move. I like you right here.”
His arms squeeze me more tightly for a second before, he loosens them slightly.
I run my nose between his pecs, loving the fresh masculine scent there. His skin is warm, and I feel completely protected. When I’m with Jaxon nothing can touch me.
