Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 121764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
“Up,” he said, landing another bruising kiss, and he smacked the side of my thigh to hammer home what he meant.
I pressed my palms into the island, lifting enough for Jaxson to drag the denim fabric off my thighs and down to my ankles. He flipped my sneakers off next, sliding the jeans the rest of the way off and flinging them behind him before he removed my thong in the same swift motion.
I reached for the hem of the jersey, but he clamped his hands over my wrist.
“Not a fucking chance, Nova,” he said, pressing into me until I had no choice but to prop my palms behind me again. “That jersey stays on until I get my fill of you in it.”
He spread my legs wide before I could respond, hands pressing against my inner thighs and sliding up until he had my hips in his grasp. He yanked me forward, tongue sweeping in to claim my mouth as my ass hung off the ledge of the counter.
Jaxson cupped me roughly, both of us exhaling a shaky breath when his warm palm covered my aching pussy. I rocked against him, desperate for friction, and then whimpered a moan into his mouth when I got what I was seeking.
“Goddamn,” he whispered, his thick fingers sliding between my lips. “You’re fucking drenched.”
He nestled his middle finger in more, toying with my entrance and smiling against my lips as I bucked my hips in an attempt to have that finger pressing inside me.
“Mmm, so impatient,” he mused, licking along my jaw as I let my head fall back. “I should make you beg for it.”
“Please,” I ground out without him having to ask twice.
“I love that sound. I love how fucking needy you are for me.” He pressed inside me, just the tip of his finger, just enough to make me squirm and writhe for more. “You want me inside you, baby?”
His words sent chills racing down to my toes, which curled in anticipation. He wasn’t the only one who thought about this every night for the last two months, who thought it would never happen again.
I was savoring every touch, but I was also eager to be filled.
Still… my insecurities were quieted, but they weren’t altogether silent.
“Have you… has there been anyone else since we…”
Jaxson’s hands stilled, his muscles taut in a way that made my heart leap into my throat.
Oh, God.
He pulled back, nestling between my legs and framing my face with his hands. His eyes searched mine as he let out a heavy breath.
“Nova, don’t you understand?” He shook his head. “You fucking ruined me for anyone else. There will never be anyone else. Not after you.”
He kissed me hard with those words, sealing them like a promise, and then his hands were exploring again, revving me up with every touch. He started crawling back down my body, his eyes set between my thighs.
“I haven’t been with anyone else, either,” I whispered.
That made him snap his gaze to mine, his jaw tight. “That’s because you belong to me.”
“Yes,” I breathed, shivering as he ran his finger along my slick heat. The feminist inside me didn’t even pretend to rage.
I wanted to belong to him.
I loved that he belonged to me.
“Talk to me, baby. Tell me what you want,” he said, teasing me with just a centimeter of penetration again. “You want my mouth on this swollen clit?” he asked, hiking one of my legs up onto his shoulder. The other grappled for purchase on the counter as he descended, shoving his jersey up enough for him to kiss down my navel.
“God, yes,” I breathed, pinning my lower lip as I watched him suck and bite along my inner thigh. He was such a beast of a man, and he had to bend to accommodate, to kiss me where I was sprawled out on that counter.
I loved that thought, that sight — of Jaxson Brittain bending for me.
Every touch of his mouth and tongue sent shivers up my spine, reminding me he knew just how to use them. And when he slid that thick finger all the way inside me, curling it deep as his tongue swept from where he penetrated me up to circle my clit, it was pure ecstasy.
I shook violently at that first touch, that first taste, at what I thought I’d never have again crashing back into my life like a train. I was in his house. He was touching me, kissing me, fucking me with his finger and mouth with a promise to give me more.
It was every fantasy come true, every nightmare that had killed me over the last two months coming back to soothe me and make me whole again.
Because this wasn’t a dream, and it wasn’t something I would ever have to lose again.