He pulled back and looked me dead in the eyes, giving me full view of the hunger in his eyes, and whatever he saw in mine made his grip on my thigh tighten.We stared at each other in agonizing silence before he leaned in.It was slow, deliberately slow—that much I could tell from the look in his eyes.He wanted to give me the option of pulling away.
He wanted to give me a choice—to pull away or stay.
The thing about that was there was no real choice, not with the feeling of want clashing with weariness inside me.My chest rose and fell, my eyes drifting to his lips as they inched closer.And when they brushed against mine, a shiver shot through me.
He groaned and pressed his lips harder against mine, claiming me and making me heady with desire.I kissed him back, my lips parting for him to deepen the kiss.My arms had a mind of their own and snaked around his neck, tugging him closer if it were even possible.The taste of him—the feel of his tongue tangling with mine—took priority over everything else.
Nothing else mattered so long as he kept kissing me.
He growled and scooped me up in his arms, hooking both legs around his waist, and maneuvered us to the counter.It didn't make sense to want him as much as I did now, but logic never prevailed against lust.Hands roamed over my body, gripping and grabbing and driving me insane.
My lungs screamed for air.When I pulled back, he nuzzled in the crook of my neck and kissed the sensitive area under my ear.I didn't even recognize the moan that sprouted from my lips.
“Mhm, that's my favorite sound,” he murmured as his fingers worked the button of my jeans.Within seconds, he plied them open and slid across my clit.
“Jaxon,” I moaned.
“Feel good?”His voice was a velvet caress, matching the soft, teasing strokes of his fingers.When he slid a finger inside me, I couldn't help but arch into it—into this feeling of utter euphoria.His deep, soft chuckle tickled my ear.“Come on, trouble, tell me how good it feels.”
“You're so annoying.”I bit back another moan when he pushed another finger inside me.
“And you're dripping wet for me.”
I was about to scowl at him, but he smashed his mouth against mine again.He tugged at my lip before deepening the kiss, finding a rhythm with his fingers.There was no denying the way my body burned for him, not here, not now.I started grinding against his fingers, matching every delicious stroke he gave.
“Greedy little thing,” he murmured against my lips, his pace increasing.“You want me to make you come, don't you?You want me to lick this perfect pussy dry before I fuck you for everyone to hear, don't you?Admit it, Savannah—you want me as much as I want you.”
Oh, sweet Jesus.
I threw my head back and uttered a poor attempt at denial.He simply chuckled and used the opportunity to sink his head to my breasts and tug them out of my blouse and bra with his teeth.With.His.Teeth.
My fingers clutched onto his shoulders for dear life.His tongue swirled around my nipples before he tugged one.
“Jaxon,” I moaned loudly.“Oh God, don't… fuck.”
It was all too much, but it felt so good.His curled fingers were hitting my sweet spot just right, and I was a pitiful, panting mess.My body responded to him and only him.God, how can this man make me feel this way?
“I don't think you understand how sexy you look right now.You're a goddess, Savannah.And you're mine.”
His fingers worked inside while his thumb played with my clit and I shattered into a million pieces.My eyes rolled back and I cried out, losing myself in the sea of stars swimming in my vision.
“Mhm, good girl.”He slowly slid his fingers out, and through dazed eyes, I watched as he sucked them dry, never taking his eyes from mine.“Fuck you taste so good.”
He leaned in and pressed his lips to mine, and the taste of me on his lips drew a shudder from me.Well, either that or the hard length pressed against my inner thigh.I heard the rustle of his belt buckle, and my leg tightened around his waist.
Then a loud knock came at the door, shattering the mood.
“Savannah?!Are you seriously…?Get out here right now!”
I officially loathed my cousin.
19 | Show Me What's Mine
Savannah
Theengineroaredbeneathme—a low, hungry sound that matched the storm in my chest.
Every inch of my body felt wired—too aware, too sensitive, too close to unraveling.Sitting behind Jaxon on his bike meant being pressed against him, thighs bracketing his hips, arms looped around his middle like I needed him to keep me anchored.
