I don’t think I’ve ever been more jealous of a damn piece of clothing in my life.
My throat goes dry, my heart slamming against my ribs as my eyes rove over her, taking in everything—how my number stretches across her chest, her bare skin peeking from beneath the hem, the way she’s watching me, waiting for my reaction.
I swallow hard, my voice coming out rough. "You know I actually have to breathe in order to live, right?"
She smirks, shifting her weight onto one leg, looking so damn smug, it nearly kills me. "Pretty sure you stopped for a few seconds there."
I shake my head, taking a slow step toward her, then another, the tension thick enough to drown in.
"This for me?" I murmur, my fingers skimming the soft fabric near her hip.
Her smirk softens, her eyes flickering to mine. "Who else would it be for?"
That’s it. I’m so gone.
I move, my hands gripping her waist, my lips crashing onto hers, swallowing the soft sound she makes as I pull her against me.
She melts instantly, her arms wrapping around my neck, her body pressing against mine in all the ways that tell me exactly how she wants me tonight.
I groan into her mouth, sliding my hands lower, gripping her ass as I lift her, carrying her straight to my bed.
Madison’s breath is warm against my skin, her fingers tangled in my hair as I press her into the mattress. She sighs into my mouth, shifting beneath me, her legs tightening around my waist. She grinds her core against me as my hands slide up under my jersey—the one that’s barely covering her, the one that’s mine.
And goddamn, she is so soft, so warm, so everything.
I kiss down her neck, nipping at her pulse point, grinning when she gasps, when her nails dig into my back like she can’t decide if she wants to pull me closer or hold on for dear life.
"Jax…" Her voice is breathless, pleading, and fuck, I don’t think I’ve ever heard anything sweeter.
"I got you, baby," I murmur against her skin, moving my hands higher, my thumbs reaching for her breasts and skimming over her hardened nipples.
Her body tenses—not in hesitation, but in anticipation, in need.
And damn, that nearly undoes me.
I press a slow, teasing kiss just below her jaw, my hands sliding down to lift the jersey off her.
Knock, knock, knock.
"Jaxon? Honey?"
Fuck.
We freeze.
I curse, my forehead dropping to her shoulder as Madison gasps, her eyes going wide.
We are so screwed.
"Jaxon?" My mom’s voice comes through the door again, too close. "Make sure you keep your window closed tonight. It’s supposed to get chilly."
Madison whispers my name, her hands clutching at my shoulders, her face flaming. I squeeze my eyes shut, swallowing hard before forcing my voice to sound as normal as possible given my current predicament.
"I will, Ma. Thanks!"
Silence.
"Alright, sweetheart. Goodnight! You too, Madison."
