chapter 21
Jaxon
WHY DO I ALWAYS lose control when I’m with her? No, better yet, why can’t I say no to her and those hazel eyes? With all the restraint I muster, I slowly push myself into her, not wanting to hurt her. She’s so fucking tight, and I’m not a small man. I take my time, groaning when I’m finally all in and resting my forehead against hers. This would have been much easier on my bed, which is why I wanted to take her there, but the little minx didn’t want to. She never wants the easy option.
“You feel so good,” I tell her as I start to move, thrusting in and out in a gentle pace, holding her weight up by her thighs with my hands. “Are you okay?”
She nods, her eyes heavy-lidded, and starts kissing me hungrily.
Yeah, she’s more than okay.
I push away the satisfaction I feel at that and continue to . . . I can’t even say fuck. It’s more than fucking. So much more. Her breasts press up against my chest, her pebbled nipples begging for attention. With one hand, I turn the shower off, and carry her into my room and onto my bed. I don’t bother grabbing a towel, there’s no time for that shit. I lift her off my dick and lay her down on the bed, spreading her thighs so I can have a taste. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of eating her pussy. Actually, changing my mind, I decide to roll with her onto my back, so she’s straddling me.
“Climb up on me and put your pussy on my face,” I tell her.
Her eyes widen. “You want me to . . . what?”
“Sit on my face,” I clarify, running my hands over the globes of her ass. I give her a light slap. “I want my mouth on you, but I want to try it this way this time.”
“Okay,” she agrees, looking a bit skeptical, going by how wide her eyes still are. She climbs up, a little shyly, and spreads her thighs on each side of my face. I flash her a grin that’s all teeth, then lift her down onto my face, my tongue ready and waiting for a taste of her sweet flesh. She makes a moaning sound at first contact, and I can tell the second she gives in, as her body relaxes and she grabs hold of my headboard. I love it when she loses her inhibitions like this, when she forgets all her worries and insecurities and just enjoys the moment and the pleasure. There’s nothing like it. I put my tongue to work until she comes, her thighs squeezing the shit out of my head. Once she’s done, I grip her hips and gently lift her off me, laying her onto her back.
“Are you on the pill?” I ask. I don’t want to use a condom, but I will if I have to. The feel of her on my dick raw is the best thing I’ve ever felt, but I can’t let that cloud my senses.
She nods. “Yeah, I am.”
That’s good enough for me. I slide back into her, muttering a curse, and start to move. My lips find her breasts and I take my time playing with them, licking, sucking, and running my teeth along them. I look up at her from between them, our eyes connect in an intense moment. I want her to come again before I do, and I hope I can hold out until then. I reach down and play with her clit, using her wetness on my finger, which does the trick.
Only then do I allow myself to finish, looking her in the eye and letting her see every emotion that crosses my face, all the pleasure that she’s giving me.
“Fuck,” I grit out, my chest heaving. I pull out of her slowly, and then lie next to her on the bed, reaching my arm out so she can rest her head on it. She does, and kisses my rough cheek before settling.
She’s quiet for a moment before she says, “I could get used to that.”
I let out a deep chuckle, then turn to face her and give her a quick kiss. “So could I.”
“Jaxon?”
“Yes, babe?”
“How soon can we do that again?” she asks, her teeth sinking into her lower lip.
Apparently I’ve created a monster.
A beautiful monster.
I REACH FOR HER during the night—three times. She’s so giving, so uninhibited in bed, I don’t know how anyone could ever call her cold and frigid. I guess we all know Darren was a fucking idiot, but still, I can’t get over the fact he tried to blame their problems in the bedroom on her. She’s fire, not ice. She’s everything a woman should be. And fuck him for not noticing that, or for noticing and deciding to destroy her anyway.
“Good morning,” she croons, her voice husky with sleep. She stretches her arms above her head. “You have the best bed. I think we should stay here from now on.”
I smile and kiss the top of her head. “What do you want for breakfast?”
“I can make it for us,” she says, yawning. “Do you have stuff to make pancakes? And some bacon maybe?”
“No, I’m making it,” I tell her. “You’re going to lie in bed and relax.”
“You’re the one who has to go to work,” she argues, trying to sit up. I pull her back down, and pin her with my weight.
“Will you do what you’re told for once?” I ask, getting turned on again at the feeling of being on top of her.
“I did everything you asked last night,” she reminds me, lifting her stubborn little chin. “I even sat on your face. I’d never done that before.”
“If you’re trying to distract me, Scarlett, it’s working,” I groan, feeling myself getting hard. I haven’t fucked this much since I was a lot younger, yet apparently she brings it out of me.
“I just want to make us breakfast is all,” she huffs, trying to push me off her. “And it’s not because I’m a woman, blah blah, it’s because you have a long day of work ahead, so let me make myself a little useful! You don’t let me pay for anything, and you’re always doing nice things for me, so can’t you let me have this little thing?”
Well, fuck. All I wanted to do was make the woman breakfast, since she’s already cooked me a meal I don’t want her to think I expect that from her. I love and appreciate it, yes, but I don’t expect it. I’ve been looking after myself for a long time; I don’t need a woman to do those things for me, but it is nice.
I sigh and roll off her. “Fine, you win. But for the record, you’ve cooked for me before. You do nice things for me, so this isn’t a one-way street.”
“I never said it was.” She greets me with a smug look, jumping off the bed, her boobs bouncing enticingly. “It’s just this is one of the things I like doing for you, and it’s one of the only ways I know how to show you that I care.”
She shakes her ass at me a little, then runs into the kitchen.
Naked.
Where did this woman come from? She’s come so far from the woman I first met in my office that day. She’s come out of her shell, and I like that she’s being who she was meant to be the entire time. It’s amazing what can happen to someone when they feel safe, when they know that nothing they do will be too much to handle. A sense of pride fills me at how things have turned around in such a short time. Not for me, but for her. She might not think it, but she’s strong.
Resilient.
And whether she knows it yet or not—mine.