Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45779 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 229(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45779 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 229(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
The laughter stops and I close my eyes, huddling closer to him, even if that’s impossible. I want to sink into him, for us to become one so we never have to be apart again.
Tonight, a voice whispers. Give yourself to him tonight.
I try to ignore the feeling.
We’ve just had a near death experience. We’re both exhausted.
And yet my body is tingling, as though the proximity to danger has only affirmed with more certainty how urgently I need to be with this man – as though being so close to the end has made me realize how badly I want to start our lives.
I will the words to come to my lips, “Jaxon, I think I’m ready.”
But it comes out as a muffled moan against his chest, and so I lie there in silence, pressed close to my man.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Jaxon
We fall asleep on the couch, Jessie draped over me like the best blanket in the world. My hands curl around her hips on instinct as I drift in and out, always making sure I keep her pushed right up against me.
She murmurs in her sleep, her lips against my neck, warm and tempting.
I warn myself to calm down.
Even if I’m a beast with this fiery need inside of me, telling me to claim her every single second no matter what happened tonight… it doesn’t mean she’s going to feel the same.
If I came onto her right now, she’d probably softly – but firmly – tell me she’s not even close to being in that sort of mood.
And I can’t blame her. No way.
So I focus on her sleepy breaths instead, on the sensation of her warm body pressed against mine, promising safety, a future, and love.
Love.
I can’t deny that feeling anymore, even if the word comes along with a whole host of messiness.
The way I felt when Tyrone was threatening her – the bone-deep terror I experienced at the prospect of losing her – can only be called love. I’m not sure what other word I could possibly use to describe it.
I move subtly, shifting my hips. My cock is hard, as though that part of my body didn’t get the message about waiting until a more appropriate time.
“Hmm.” She moans and wriggles, pressing her body against mine, grinding herself against my crotch. “Jax, Jax.”
Her voice comes out breathily, anxious, as though she’s eager for me to do something. But what? Does she want me to stay close to her or move further away?
“I thought you were asleep,” I whisper.
“No. I… You feel so good, Jax. So warm. So safe.”
Am I dreaming right now?
Her hand is sliding up my leg, slowly, as though she’s not sure if she should be doing this, as if she’s not sure how I’m going to respond.
“Jessie.” I lean down, bring my lips to hers. “What are you doing?”
Her hand pauses achingly close to my manhood, as though she’s uncertain about whether or not to keep going.
“I know it’s crazy.” She blinks her eyes open, her old nervousness twinkling through. “But we came so close to losing each other. I don’t think I want to wait anymore, Jax.”
I almost let out a howl as I slide my hands over her hips, around to her ass, pressing down into the full voluptuous glory of her flesh.
“Are you sure?” I snarl. “Because you have to be, Jessie. Once we start, fuck, I’m not sure I’ll be able to stop. Not when your body is so goddamn perfect. Not when every little sound you make drives me feral.”
“I’m sure,” she whimpers. “Does that make me crazy?”
I chuckle softly. “Maybe it does. But if so…”
“You don’t want to be sane,” she finishes.
“Exactly.”
“Kiss me, Jax. Just… just kiss me.”
There’s no way I need my woman to tell me twice where that’s concerned.
I kiss her passionately, the connection almost violent with how badly I’ve been fighting off the desire ever since we lay down together. She meets me with the same sudden infusion of passion, letting out a shivering muffled moan as she wriggles against me.
Nervously, her hand slides even further up my leg.
I groan like a beast when she pushes down on my cock. My seed surges and pumps hot pleasure up and down my rock solid cock, as she grabs on and strokes up and down, faster each second.
“Is that okay?” she murmurs.
“Okay?” I growl, voice choked. “You’re perfect. Don’t doubt yourself, Jessie. Not now, not here.”
“I’ll try.”
I kiss her again, indulging in my desire to touch her ass. It's so big and juicy and flawless, and I can’t help but rub and squeeze and savor every inch of it. She fidgets and rubs my cock harder.
“Fuck, fuck,” I snarl. “Get those clothes off. Now.”
I don’t wait for her to obey, but quickly spur into action and start tearing at her clothes. I rip off her shirt, pulling her buttons free and exposing her bra. She gasps as I roughly tug the strap of her bra, snapping it.