He lowers his head. “Yep.”
I rise from my seat, move behind Jaxson’s chair and massage his shoulders, trying to ease his building tension. “What are you going to do? What do you want todo?”
He scoffs. “I don’t even know. I mean, true this is a great opportunity for me. Get back into modeling, be the face of something big. Plus, it’s an exclusive gig for your magazine andI—”
“Hey.” I lean into the back of his shoulders and softly say in his ear, “Don’t you make this decision feeling like you have to do this for me. This is about you. Whatyouwant.”
Jaxson spins around in his seat. His once-inquisitive eyes are now glazed with certainty. “Now, more than ever, I know what I want.” He rises to his feet, takes my face in his hands. “Baby, I wantyou.”
His kiss sends chills plus all the thrills causing me to melt into him as he lifts me up. With my legs wrapped around his waist, I remove my blouse, then my bra, flinging them both to the floor as he carries me to hisbedroom.
“Oh God, Lauren, where have you been all my life?” he growls, kicking the dooropen.
We land on the bed, him on top, between my legs, grinding into me. “I can ask you the same question,” I say, my voice low and shaky as he moves his mouth from my lips, down my neck, and onto mybreast.
He bites my nipple, just enough to cause me to arch into him, then he licks it, soothing it. Like fire and ice. As his lips and mouth continue their exploration, now down my belly, I rake my fingers through his hair, watching as he gets closer to mywaistline.
He unfastens my jeans, lowering the zipper as I raise my hips, allowing him to slowly drag my jeans off. I lie naked, save my hot-pink lacy thong, as his dark eyes move over me, perusing, cruising, studying every angle, everycurve.
And when he climbs back on the bed and nestles between my thighs, he whispers, “I could make love to you forever,” before he kisses me long andtender.
I feel the length of his hardness teasing me. Except for his shoes and socks, he’s still fully dressed. “Take your clothes off,” I demand in a hushedtone.
Jaxson chuckles and nips the shell of my ear. “Not yet,” hehums.
I shiver, tugging at his shirt, but he moves down south, licking, leaving trails of sensual, hot, wet kisses on my breasts, belly, and now at my waist, his teeth tugging at my lacy thong. I begin to pant, in, out, my mind mush as he eases me out of mypanties.
My head spins.Thisis really happening. No onehas—
“I wanna taste you, make youc—”
“Jaxson, I—no one hasever—”
“Shhhh,” he murmurs. “Just lay back,baby.”
My legs tremble and I swear I see stars when his finger barely traces my sensitive nub. His frictional sequence of kisses, licks, sucks, and finger thrusts send me tooh-my-fucking-gosh-ville. A place of never-ending orgasms and vibrantfireworks.
