“Jaxxy,” he murmurs, softer now, realness slipping through.
She doesn’t let him finish.
“Don’t talk,” she says, quieter. “Just… keep going.”
A pause.
“Please,” she adds, rushing the word.
He stills for half a heartbeat at that. Then continues. And this time, she doesn’t fight it.
He pulls her to sit, tugging at the hem of her tunic. She raises her arms, deep-brown eyes locking on his. He slips it over her head, revealing her naked torso. His eyes rake over her, taking in every inch of flesh in a way that makes her feel exposed beyond just skin.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” she snaps.
He shakes his head, letting out a breath. “Jax, you are naked. I am looking at you like this because you are beautiful. And, as we’ve already established, naked.”
She lets out a frustrated sigh. “Fuck,” she curses. “I’m sorry. I’m not good at this unless I’m?—”
“Bossing me around?” Ronyn supplies.
She tips her head back, dragging a hand through the lengths of her hair. “Yes,” she laughs. “Unless I’m in fucking control.”
Ronyn lets out a laugh at that, relaxed and easy.
“I have a proposition for you,” he offers.
She doesn’t reply, but he takes the silence as agreement.
“How about… you get on your hands and knees, don’t look at me, and I take care of the rest?”
She stills, but her head snaps back, eyes connecting with his.
“Don’t you need to… warm up or something?” she asks, pointing awkwardly at his crotch.
Ronyn pushes from sitting to his knees, and the hard outline of his cock strains against his leather pants. “Remember how you’re naked? Yeah, well, I’m warm.”
She snorts.
“Then I suppose I agree to your proposition,” she laughs, surprising herself with the levity in her voice.
Ronyn doesn’t wait, he unties and removes his pants in less than ten heartbeats, and the last thing to be tossed unceremoniously to the floor is his tunic, and he’s standing buck naked with his hands on his hips.
Gods, he is beautiful.Broad shoulders and lean muscle and scarred skin lit gold beneath the lanternlight.
“Message received,” he states, wagging his eyebrows.
Jax smiles, wide and real. “I can see that,” she says, eyes flicking between his face and his hard cock.
“Then allow me to remove your pants,” he offers, bowing low like he’s presenting to a monarch.
He tugs on the bottoms of her pants, and slips them easily over her hips, her legs, and finally, throws them against the cavern wall, and nods like he’s accomplished a job.
But his face stills when he finally takes her in. Bare before him.
“You are truly mesmerizing, Jaxxy,” he breathes.
Her breaths become shallow under his reverence.
