Chapter 27
Lauren
Jaxson.
He makes me smile, makes my heart skip one-thousand beats. And for anyone keeping score, note the bonus points: the mancooks.
After we ate our bacon and vegetable omelets, we cleared the table, then the counters, and now we’re just about done washing the dishes. What he washes, I rinse, then place in the dishrack.
Chills run through me each time my hand grazes his, and it seems like we keep inching closer and closer than how we were when we started. Ten minutes ago, we stood about one-foot apart. Now nothing but sexual tension separates us as we stand side to side, hipslocked.
I place the last dish onto the rack, and he takes his hands out of the bubbles, flicking suds onto myface.
Eyes widened, I stick my hand in the suds and flick some onhim.
“Oh really? It’s like that, huh?” He chuckles and with his index finger, swipes the suds off of my face, thenhis.
Pivoting to rest my back against the countertop, I fold my arms. “You startedit.”
He moves in close, licks his lips, his dark eyes heady, zooming in onmine.
Those eyes. Those lips.They are like passion bullies. Teasing me. Dousing a hot shower of desire all overme.
Through quickened breaths, he cups my face and whispers, “Well Lauren, now I’m about to finishit.”
With one swift move, his mouth and mine continue what was started that night on the deck, our lips now taking their time getting acquainted. Slowly.Softly.
Ever sosensually.
He moves his hands from my face, grazing my breasts, and then brackets my waist, pulling me even closer to him as my fingers run like crazy through his thickhair.
I shudder. He moans. Igroan.
Our lips part, allowing our tongues to join in on the lengthy meet and greet. And by now, my whole entire body practically melts intohim.
I can feel his erection.Oh my god. Am I dreaming or is this reallyhappening?
Our mouths break free and the look in his eyes mimics the way Ifeel.
Hot. Aroused.Erotic.
He lifts me up onto the counter and moves in between my thighs, slowly running his hand up and under my shirt, landing on mybreasts.
Shivers.Chills.
Oh, God it’s been years since I’ve felt a man’stouch.
My head drops back, my back arches, and my center pools with warm desire as he plants wet kisses from my neck to the shell of my ear and whispers, “Lauren. Beautiful Lauren, would you like me to make love toyou?”
Unable to speak complete sentences, I mumble in a breathy tone, “Yes. Please.Now.”
He removes my shirt, exposing my breasts, awakening my nipples as he traces them with his thumb. Then he smiles and licks my bottom lip, kissing me again before he hums, “Not here, baby, I want our first time to be on mybed.”
He lifts me off the counter and carries me, my legs still straddling his waist, to his room, the two of us kissing all the way. And when he lays me on his bed, we both hurry to free each other from the confines of ourclothes.
The moonlight creeps through the sheer window curtains, showcasing his fine-ass body, the muscular planes of his chest swooping over my breasts as he eases on top of me. He is so sensual as he kisses me, stroking my breasts, and then my thighs, taking time to get to know each and everycurve.
He’s harder than ever now, and all I want is to feel him inside me, filling me with hisneed.
