So, I tip my chin up, my lips grazing his jaw. “Just kidding,” I whisper.
And then, I kiss him.
Jaxon groans, deep and raw, and suddenly, he’s moving.
His hands tighten on my waist, and he flips me onto my back in one, smooth motion. His body presses into me, claiming every inch of space I gave him. His mouth crashes against mine—hot, desperate, unrestrained—and it steals every breath I have left.
I melt beneath him, my arms winding around his neck, my fingers threading into his damp hair. He kisses me like he’s making up for lost time, like he’s memorizing me all over again, reminding me exactly who I belong to.
And the truth is, I do belong to him.
I always have.
His body presses against me, heat radiating between us, but it’s not just need that makes my chest ache—it’s something deeper, something that tightens my throat. He pulls back just enough to look at me, his forehead resting against mine, his thumb tracing the edge of my jaw.
I know what he’s asking without him saying a word.
Are you sure?
I don’t hesitate.
I reach up, brushing my fingers over his cheek, my voice barely a whisper as I tell him the only thing that has ever felt certain.
“I love you, Jaxon Montgomery.”
Jaxon stills, his entire body freezing, his deep brown eyes locked onto mine, and for a split second, I wonder if I said the wrong thing.
But then, he exhales, like every breath he’s ever held back is finally released, like I just gave him the words he’s been waiting to hear.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of hearing you say that.”
And then, he kisses me again—slow, reverent, full of something that feels dangerously close to forever.
The kiss quickly turns heated the second his tongue touches mine. The urge to have him even closer takes over. The need to have him filling me is overwhelming, especially when his hips drop down against mine and I feel his hard length.
He groans, moving enough to rub against me, and I gasp out his name. “I need to feel you.”
“Yeah?” he asks with a playful smirk as he moves his mouth along my jaw, down my neck, my body. “Want to feel my mouth on you?”
The desire for just that sends a shiver down my spine as he kisses over my body, licking and lightly nipping at my skin until he’s pulling my underwear off my legs and settling between them.
“You’re so fucking perfect, baby.”
His mouth descends on my core, instantly finding my clit like he’s an expert on my body, which, at this point, he probably is. He’s sucking and flicking it with his tongue in a way that has my release already dangerously close. I tug at his hair, both pulling him closer to me and trying to push him away.
He chuckles against me, and the vibration has me gasping out a moan. This time, I tug him harder, pulling his mouth up to mine, and I taste myself on him. “I want to come with you inside me.”
I slide my fingers down his toned chest, down his abs, toward his waistband. I tug at the fabric on his hips and he lifts slightly, allowing me to free his cock from the confines of his boxers. He kicks the piece of clothing off completely as I wrap my hand around him in a tight grip.
Groaning, he pushes into my hand, but I want to feel him. Ineedto feel him.
“Please, Jaxon,” I ask, angling the tip to my entrance, spreading my thighs further for him.
His hands tangle in my hair, pulling slightly, keeping our eyes connected as he slowly pushes in. I’m more than ready for him, but the stretch, the feeling of his weight on me, the emotions I’m feeling, they’re all so overwhelming but in the best way.
With our gazes locked, I guide one of his hands up to my throat, pressing it there. Something flashes in his eyes, a question, hesitance. I encourage him by squeezing his hand just slightly, answering his silent question.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he says softly.
