“I’m angry too. Really angry that you kept my daughter from me all this time. I missed years I can never get back.” He swallows hard, and I watch his jaw clench and relax. “But I love you enough to look past it if you can forgive me for leaving when you needed me here. We both made mistakes. We can’t undo them, but we can decide what we do now.”
I nod against him, my cheek still pressed to his shirt, too worn out to fight anymore.
Jaxon lifts my chin then cups my face gently with both hands and kisses me softly, his lips warm and careful like he’s afraid I might pull away. For a second everything else disappears. I kiss him back, tasting the salt of my own tears on his mouth. Then the kiss deepens and my hands slide up his chest and around his neck, pulling him closer. He makes a low sound in his throat and presses me tighter against his body as the gentleness gives way to something hungrier.
We move together without breaking the kiss, as he guides me through the door into the kitchen, hands on my waist. And his mouth moves more urgently, devouring my kisses as he pulls me with him. I grip his shirt, needing him closer, as his fingers thread into my hair. We move away from the windows of the front of the bakery and any prying eyes that might peek inside, and he becomes an animal.
His hands roam down my sides, squeezing my hips before sliding up under my shirt. He palms my breasts through my bra, thumbs brushing over me until I gasp against his mouth. He groans and the sound vibrates through me. “God, Em, I missed you so damn much,” he murmurs between kisses with a rough desperate voice. “Every single night I was gone I thought about you. About touching you like this. About how bad I wanted to wake up to your beautiful sleepy smile."
He keeps kissing me while one hand works the button of my slacks open. The zipper slides down slowly under his fingers. I shiver as his palm slips inside, cupping me possessively over my panties. His other arm bands around my back, holding me tight so I can feel how hard he is.
“I love you,” he says against my neck, nipping at the skin there before soothing it with his tongue.
I moan softly against his mouth, my hips rocking into his hand. His fingers push under the edge of my panties and slide through my wetness. Then he groans again when he feels how soaked I am. “God, Em. You’re dripping." Two thick fingers sink inside me slowly, curling just right, and my knees try to buckle.
“Yes,” I gasp, my head falling back. I reach between us and fumble with his belt, yanking it open. My fingers work his button and zipper until I can slip my hand inside his jeans and wrap around his hard dick. "Oh yes…" I moan, beginning to stroke him.
He pumps his fingers faster, thumb circling my clit while he kisses me harder. “That’s my girl," he purrs and I feel how his hips grind into my grasp.
His fingers thrusting, while his thumb circles that perfect spot. I stroke him faster, loving the way he throbs in my hand and the low groans he makes against my lips.
“Em… I need you,” he rasps. He pulls his hand from my slacks and turns me around so fast I gasp. His fingers hook into the waistband of my pants and panties together and slide them down my legs and I step out of them, kicking my shoes off too. Cool air brushes my bare skin as he tugs my shirt up until my lower back is exposed. Then he bends me forward over the prep table.
The cold metal makes me shudder, and I feel my nipples tighten as he taps his dick on my ass cheek. Then he leans over me, chest to my back, and kisses the side of my neck. “You’re so beautiful like this,” he whispers, voice thick with need. His hand slides down my spine, then I feel him line up against me. He pushes in slowly, stretching and filling me until my breath catches. "Oh god," he groans, as one long moan slips out of me.
He feels so good, so right. He stays deep for a moment, one arm wrapped around my waist to hold me close, the other braced on the table beside my head. Then he starts to move, rolling his hips and gliding in and out of me until my toes curl.
"Shit" I hiss, with nothing to hold on to but the edge of the table. It's incredible, wave after wave of pleasure surging through me as I build toward orgasm.
“God, you feel incredible,” he breathes against my ear. Every stroke sends sparks through my whole body, but he keeps his pace controlled, like he wants to savor every second.
I push back against him, meeting his thrusts, resting my cheek on the cool metal. “Jaxon… don’t stop,” I whisper. “God, it's so good."
He kisses my shoulder, then my neck, never losing that deep, steady rhythm. His hand slides around to cup my breast, where he squeezes and twists. And every time he bottoms out I whimper. It's so easy for him to get me to this point because he's the only man in the world who has my heart, even when I feel afraid to give it to him.
"Jax," I pant, "Oh, wow…"
His rhythm starts to pick up, deeper and a little faster, and every thrust has me gasping and groaning. I can feel the pressure building inside me, ready to spill over any second.
“Jax—"
“Yeah, baby, just like that,” he groans like he's straining to hold back. “Come with me. I’m so close.”
I push back against him, meeting every stroke, fingers gripping the edge of the table until my knuckles turn white. The pleasurekeeps climbing, until it feels like I can’t hold on anymore. “I’m gonna— I’m?—”
Jaxon’s hand tightens on my hip and he drives into me harder, burying himself deep. “That’s it, Em. Let go… now…"
Everything inside me snaps at the same moment. My orgasm crashes over me in heavy, pulsing waves that steal my breath. I whimper, my whole body shaking as pleasure floods through every inch of me, clenching tightly around him again and again. My legs tremble and the world goes fuzzy at the edges while I ride it out, gasping his name over and over.
He follows right behind me, thrusting deep one last time and holding himself there as he comes. A broken groan rumbles out of his throat and I feel him pulsing inside me, filling me while his body presses me harder into the table. His hips jerk a few more times, like he can’t stop moving even as he finishes, and his breath is hot against my neck.
He lies forward, and his chest heaves against my back holding me close while the last ripples of pleasure fade. For a long moment neither of us moves. I can feel his heart pounding against my skin, matching the wild beat of my own pulse as I try to catch my breath.
Then he presses a soft kiss to my shoulder, still buried inside me, and whispers, “I love you, Em. So damn much.”
I sigh and close my eyes as he clings to me, and finally I speak. “I love you too,” I whisper back, turning my head so he can kiss me properly. His lips linger on mine like he's memorizing the feeling, but I still feel apprehensive. I know what I feel, but that doesn't mean I am ready to run full steam ahead.
After a while, he finally eases out of me and turns me around to face him. He pulls me close again, kissing my forehead, then my temple, then my lips again. His voice stays low and warm against my skin. “Listen, Em… I might have someone with real dirt on Langford. A guy I used to work with—he’s got proof of some shady stuff that could blow this whole thing open.”
