I lightly slap at his arm. “You’re awful.”
“According to you, I’m awfullysweet.” His lips quirk to the side, shifting in his seat. “Which I can be… for you.”
“Jaxon, I don’t need you tobeanything. I just needyou.” My breath catches as a storm passes over his face.
For a second, I think I’ve said something wrong, but then he takes my face between his palms and locks his lips with mine. The kiss starts out soft but intensifies with every beat of myheart. I grasp his shoulders, then slide my hands up to his neck, hanging on with everything I have as the emotion pours between us.
He groans, his tongue exploring my mouth in wicked licks, stoking something within me that has me craving more and more of him. Being with Jaxon is what I imagine being on a mind-altering drug is like.
He makes me want things I’ve never considered before.
Makes me burn for him with only a heated stare.
His hand slips under my hoodie, moving unerringly to my breast, and without hesitation, he pulls the cup of the bra out of his way until I’m filling his hand, my nipple responding to both the roughness of his palm and the chill of his hand.
He edges back a fraction so he can whisper against my lips. “I need to know—” But before he finishes, his chest jerks and his mouth is on me again, this time kissing and licking all the way down my neck.
My back bows in response. “Jaxon,” I gasp, desire rushing through me, heavy and thick. His touch sending me to a place I’ve never been before.
As my body riots, my overstimulated brain locks onto what he almost said moments ago.I need to know—I’m almost positive the way his dad praised Logan for making the leap to be with me had bothered him. Not because his father approves of me for Logan, but possibly because he needs some sort of affirmation from me. If Eric Ledger knew not only have I made the leap from friends to more with both guysandthey’re involved with each other, too, it’d be like starting World War III. That’s why I hadn’t said a damn word when he congratulated us.
This thing we’re doing is rife with complications. Two people involved with each other is difficult enough. Add a third, and it’s infinitely more complex—especially with all the other obstacles in our way.
The bottom line is this: I’m positive Jaxon needs some sort of reassurance from me. Because he’s so used to not receiving anything.
Swallowing hard, I tear away from Jaxon. The sun has gone down, and it’s mostly dark in the car except for the instrument panel up front. Connecting my gaze with his, I ease back just enough to grasp my hoodie by the hem and tug it over my head, along with the T-shirt underneath. “I need you, Jaxon. More than I need my next breath.”
“Fuuuck, pretty girl.” He runs a hand down my chest, his eyes following. “You’re going to kill me if you keep talking like that.”
“Do you want me to keep going?”
He exhales sharply and shakes his head but doesn’t tell me to stop, doesn’t say this is a bad idea. So, reaching behind me, I unclasp my bra and let it fall from my chest. A moment later, I’m straddling his lap and tugging his clothing over his head, too. His arms steal around my torso, and he crushes my body to his. The effect of skin on skin sends a jolt of pleasure straight to my clit, and a tiny whimper escapes me at how good it feels.
“Your nipples could cut glass.” He holds me as I arch back, letting his mouth descend to my breasts. Sucking the taut, pebbled peak into his mouth, the shock of wet warmth on my sensitive skin has me coming alive. Unimaginable rapture flows through me, replacing the blood in my veins with something hot and heady and so, so fucking right. I writhe in his arms at the exquisite sensations spiking within me.
Between my legs, arousal gushes from my pussy, dampening my panties and making me squirm over his hard cock. “Oh g-god,” I stutter out, half out of my mind with need.
He releases my nipple with a wet pop before skimming his perfect lips across my chest and taking its twin into his mouth to deliver me more of this madness. “Let go. Grind on me.” He grips the back of my neck, staring up into my eyes as I do as hesays, rocking over his erection. The friction against my clit is so good, tears well in my eyes.
My breath comes hard and fast, and I give only a fleeting thought to the fact that we’re in the back of his car in a parking lot before I whisper raggedly, “Show me how I’m yours.” I don’t have a fucking clue what I’m asking for, but I don’t have to wait long for Jaxon to take action.
A short exhale puffs from his lips, his eyes burning into mine, then dipping down to our lower halves. He pats my ass as he rasps. “Kneel on the seat over there. Face the window.”
Excitement spikes in me, eager to do whatever he wants. Wetting my lips as I get on my knees, my fingers grip the door just under the window like it’s my salvation. With my heart slamming around in my chest, I glance over my shoulder to find Jaxon shifting on the bench seat as well, one knee wedged to the side of my leg and the other foot braced against the floorboard. The sound of his zipper has my eyes widening, and he shoots me a little smirk as he shoves his jeans over his hips. It’s too dark to see much, but simply knowing his erect dick is out has a flash of heat cascading through me and my clit pulsing with need.
My heart skips as his fingers hook into the waistband of my leggings. He tugs them down, the still-chilly air hitting my bare ass and raising goose bumps. I gulp, swallowing hard as he skims his palm over the pebbled skin before slipping his hand between my legs. “Fuck, you’re ready for me.” Dexterous fingers slide over my engorged flesh. It’s almost as if there’s a heartbeat of its own down there. “This pussy is the stuff dreams are made of,” he grits out, then all at once, his hand is gone.
He grips my hips and hikes me backward. I whimper, needing his hands on me again, but the moment I understand what he’s doing, a moan eases from my throat. The head of his cock nudges at my pussy lips, seeking entrance. And though this is not something I have experience with, I can’t help myself—I push back, taking every inch of his length inside me. Much to my embarrassment, a satisfied grunt of pleasure erupts from my lips, and my face floods with heat. I’m glad he can’t see the redness that’s surely staining my cheeks… but I’m also dying to know his reaction.
“You like that, Rya?” he growls, easing back. The slow drag of his dick from my body has me shaking at the loss, but he doesn’t leave me wanting for long. Only a second later, he thrusts inside me again, filling me in the most delicious way.
A little gasp manages to get past my lips, and I nod vehemently. “Yes.” Another stroke into me has me reiterating my affirmation. “Fuck, yes.” I grip the door so tightly the knuckles of my fingers are probably a ghastly shade of white.
He curls around my body, nipping at my neck while one arm bands my chest, my breast cupped in his palm. Fingers depress into my skin as he grasps my hip and guides me. Our movements pick up speed. Over and over, he pistons into me, and I can’t stop the greedy moans that fall from my lips.
Hot breath inside the car plus cold air outside makes for some spectacular condensation fogging the windows. It feels straight out of a movie, and I can’t help imagining a passerby noticing the rock of the car and the streaked handprint I leave as I claw for purchase at the glass.
“Oh, fuck.” Those two words tear from my throat. Whether it’s a curse or some sort of dirty prayer, I don’t even care. All I know is there’s a knot winding tighter and tighter in my abdomen at the same time my legs have begun to shake of their own volition. The breathy, sexy noises I pant out make my chest heave against Jaxon’s hold. It’s as if I’ve lost control of my body and am mindlessly seeking more of this bliss in any form it may come in.
