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I bit my bottom lip to keep from groaning at the image I now had in my head. Saxon took his jacket from me. I let go of my lip and smiled at him.
“Good night,” I said, needing to get in the bedroom before I threw myself at him.
“You’re tired?” he asked.
“Yes,” I lied.
He nodded, and I turned to go to my room.
Saxon’s hand wrapped around my arm, stopping me. “You’re not sleeping in there anymore.”
I looked back at him, and there it was. The dark Saxon.
“My bed from now on,” he said as he led me across the living room to the one room I hadn’t been inside of yet.
When I cleaned, I didn’t go in his room. I wanted to respect his privacy.
He opened his door and pulled me inside with him. I stood there, looking around at the room that was three sizes bigger than the one I had been sleeping in. The massive bed in the center had black sheets and a black down comforter with at least six pillows. The thought of sleeping there with him made my body hum with excitement. I bet it smelled like him.
Saxon’s hands rested on my waist, and I shivered when his warm breath touched the curve between my neck and shoulder. His lips brushed my skin, and a small moan that I realized had come from me was the only sound in the room.
“I’ve been thinking about taking this dress off you since you put it on in the dressing room today,” he told me as he trailed kisses along my shoulder. “I’ll let you sleep, but first, I just need to taste you.”
His hands went to the ties at the back of the dress, and they were loosened with ease. When my dress started to slide down, he stopped it, holding it up with his hands over my breasts. I gasped from the touch. I felt like I was on sensory overload.
“Turn around and look in the mirror,” he said, moving me so that the mirror over his dresser was in front of us.
My chest was rising and falling so fast that there could be no doubt in his mind that I wanted this. I was struggling to control myself, and I wasn’t hiding it at all.
His hands moved away, and the fabric slid down my body, baring my breasts, then slipping over my hips until I stood there in nothing but a white satin thong and the red heels Saxon had chosen for me.
“Fuck,” he groaned as he looked at me.
My eyes went up to his face, but his eyes were busy taking in my body. He moved a hand up to cup one of my breasts while the other covered my stomach before sliding down to the front of my panties.
“You’re so goddamn perfect. Every inch of you. I can’t decide where I want to touch first. Where I want to lick.” He moved his hand under the satin of my panties and shoved it down between my legs.
A deep groan vibrated against my back, and he sucked in a breath as his fingers slid between my tender folds. “You’re soaking wet.”
I whimpered as my knees buckled. Saxon wrapped his other arm around me, holding me up as he continued to explore between my legs while he watched us in the mirror.
“You taste so good here. I’ve fucking craved it.” He lowered his head until his lips brushed my ear. “Missed it.”
Oh God. If he kept this up, I was going to orgasm just like this.
“Do you want to sleep, baby, or can I lay you down on my bed, spread your legs, and lick up all this sweetness?”
My back arched, and I shook as an orgasm broke loose inside of me.
“Saxon,” I cried out as he buried his fingers inside of me. I rocked against his hand as the wave of pleasure took me with it.
The moment it eased, my feet were off the ground, and I was carried over to the bed, where Saxon laid me down. I looked up at him as he unbuttoned his shirt. His eyes devouring me as he did so. The sight of his bare chest had me wiggling with impatience.
“Fuck it,” he growled, ripping the rest of the buttons open and shrugging out of his shirt before climbing onto the bed.
Without taking off my panties, he spread open my legs, ran his finger under the thin piece of fabric, then lowered his head and began to taste the soaked satin. I watched him, unable to breathe. The way he savored it, as if it were a delicacy, made me start to beg. I needed his mouth on me. He buried his face between my legs then. The first swipe of his tongue had me bucking my hips and crying out his name again.
