Page 87 of Edge of Desperation
“Areyou sure you want to stay here tonight?”
We dropped my dad and Lace off before heading to Jaxson’s apartment. My dad assured me that he would be fine with Lace alone, plus Lykos is there. I think he wanted the chance to question her about the Krukov family without an audience. I’ll get my answers from her tomorrow, but tonight, I want to be along with Jaxson.
“I’m sure,” I reply as he unlocks the door.
“Hungry?”
“I could eat. Pizza?”
He punches a few buttons on his cell. “It should be here in an hour.”
Suddenly feeling very shy, I move closer to the couch and sit on the edge. I had a whole big speech planned, but now my mouth is as dry as the Sahara Desert. I fidget with my fingers, trying to unjumble the mess inside my head. Jaxson sits beside me and places my hands in his, running his thumbs across the knuckles.
“I love you!”
So much for decorum, idiot. You probably scared him off.
Jaxson’s gray eyes darken as he stares into mine. Time stands still as I wait for a response from him. I don’t have to wait long. He pushes off the couch and picks me up. I wrap my legs around him, smashing my mouth to his. Our tongues duel as he hauls me toward his bedroom.
He sets me down on the bed and cups my face. “I fucking love you.”
My heart soars at hearing him say the words. “Jaxson, I need you.”
To show him I’m ready to take our relationship to the next level, I pull my shirt over my head, revealing my black lace pushup bra, and slip out of my leggings, showing off my matching thong.
“Bed, now,” he commands, his voice strained.
Lying down on the bed, I feel his gaze boring into me. I raise my eyes and see a smoldering fire igniting within his stormy gray eyes. My breasts grow heavy with need, and my center tightens in anticipation.
Jaxson tugs his shirt over his head and removes his pants and boxer briefs. My mouth waters at the delicious sight before me.
How did I get so lucky?
Jaxson kisses my feet and works his way slowly up my body. His feather-light touches have me panting and squirming beneath him. He nibbles and sucks on my neck, forcing a moan to escape my lips.
“You’re in charge, Aurora,” he reminds me before taking my mouth. His kiss is demanding but gentle. It’s one that claims someone’s soul, tying us together.
He trails his fingers down the side of my breast, and I groan in protest when he doesn’t touch me where I need him to. He smirks and continues to toy with me, pulling down the cups of my bra to release them. Jaxson’s tongue swirls around my nippleuntil it pebbles. He moves to the next one, giving it the same attention. I’m so lost in the sensation, I jerk when his finger brushes across my clit.
“Oh shit,” I say.
That’s the only warning I get before Jaxson goes wild. His mouth encircles around my nipple, sucking hard as he pumps two fingers inside of me. My back arches off the bed as he continues his onslaught. He curls one finger, hitting that ball of nerves deep inside, and I see stars. I scream and shatter around him.
He pulls his fingers free and brings them to his mouth, licking them clean. “Delicious.”
Two can play at that game.
I flip him over, straddling his hips. I lean over and fuse my mouth to his, tasting myself on his tongue. I sit back on his waist and reach behind my back to unclasp my bra before tossing it to the floor. His hands cup my tits, and he kneads them while rolling my nipples between his forefingers and thumbs. I grind myself down on him, enticing a groan from his lips.
“Condom,” I croak.
He reaches over into his nightstand and grabs one. I take it from him and rip the foil package open. I move down his legs, slipping off my thong, and pump his shaft several times before sliding the condom over him. I position myself over the head of his cock and rub myself with him. Jaxson’s jaw is clenched as if he’s in pain, but he makes no move to rush me.
I slowly sink down until I’ve taken every last inch of him. Jaxson is thick and long, so it takes me a minute to adjust to his size. I slowly rock my hips while Jaxson squeezes my thighs. After a moment, the pressure starts to build again. I bounce up a little and back down, squeezing my Kegel muscles as I do.
“Fuck, Aurora,” he grits. “Again.”
I repeat the movement again and swirl my hips as I do. Jaxson grips my hips and pushes up, meeting my rhythm. “I’m so close,” I purr. He licks his thumb and rubs circles around my clit.
