“Libs…”
His rough voice sent shivers down her already taut nerves, and her mouth parted for the words she wanted to say but was unable to utter.
Libby felt a spark of danger and the air seemed to thicken. She began to pant, feeling light-headed. It only worsened as his eyes moved over her body, and the dangerous sensations morphed into a desire that burned hot as his eyes claimed hers. They seemed to glow with a fire that raged from deep within, and she looked away, a small cry torn from her throat at the intensity of the animalistic need they so blatantly projected.
Her nipples, already hard and puckered with desire, chafed against the soft cotton T-shirt, and she felt liquid gathering between her legs as she shook her head in awe of this beautiful body on display.
He had not one scrap of clothing on, and the fine sheen of sweat emphasized the hardness of his corded abs and impressive shoulders. The tattoos appeared to glow, adrift in a sea of iridescent waves that made them seem alive.
Her eyes fell lower, down past his belly, past the soft curls that led to his straining shaft. Jaxon was aroused, and her hands crept toward his hardness. A small smile played around her generous lips when she heard the hiss escape his mouth as her fingers closed around the straining length of him.
He was all hardness, enveloped in a glove of velvet softness. His cock was huge and seemed to swell as her fingers slowly massaged him from base to tip. She looked up at him then, his desire a blatant invitation, saw his hands clench at his sides and sensed his body tighten as she licked her lips.
“You are a beautiful man, Jaxon.”
When she bent toward him, she felt him tremble beneath her touch, and when she took him deep into the hot recesses of her mouth, he groaned loudly. She suckled him, teased and tugged. When his hands found their way toward her and his fingers buried themselves deep into her hair, she smiled against him, loving the way he felt.
“Libby. Babe, you gotta stop.” His voice was hoarse, yet she continued her ministrations, ignoring his entreaties.
She wanted to pleasure him, to show him what was buried inside her.
She wanted her actions to speak for her, and hoped that he would know what it was she couldn’t vocalize.
Jaxon, however, was having none of it. As excitement rippled over his skin, he pulled back and his hands gently pushed her away. She let go of him, her tongue flicking out one last time, eliciting a wicked grin from him as he knelt down.
“Libby, I—”
“Shush. No words. No talking.” Their eyes locked as she spoke softly. “Show me what you feel.”
Her voice was barely above a whisper, but the need she felt lay heavy in every syllable she’d uttered. His hands reached for her thin T-shirt and her arms were already up in the air, anticipation rocking her to the core. She ignored the twinge in her side as the material was slowly pulled upward. It caressed her skin, and when it dragged across her full, ripe breasts, she couldn’t hold back the groan that fell from her lips.
His mouth was upon them immediately, his tongue encircling the soft swollen peaks, and his teeth tugged slightly, spreading sharp pleasure into fragments that went straight down to her belly. His wet mouth was relentless, and her hands crept up into the thickness atop his head, her fingers rough as she urged him on, her breasts straining for his touch, wanting him to taste and torture. The pleasure was so exquisite it hurt.
His mouth continued to rain fire upon her flesh, and while his hands massaged the large globes, he nibbled the base of her neck, sending a plethora of shivers through her. Her head lolled to the side as weakness attacked her knees, and he took full advantage of the soft skin that lay exposed to him.
She could barely breathe, and squeaked softly when his warm tongue lapped at the tender spot just beneath her earlobe. She sighed as she leaned into him. He’d always made a point of touching her there, and she smiled at the way their bodies felt so alive when they were making love.
“Jaxon, don’t stop.” She barely managed to get the words out, as he kept up his very special brand of torture.
When finally his mouth arrived at her chin, she was a mass of nerves. Her fingers dug into his scalp as she claimed his lips with her own. Her mouth was open and his tongue invaded the velvety recesses without hesitation. He tasted just the way she remembered, and she felt him tremble as her tongue arced into his. The sensations were incredible, and as the throb between her legs reacted to both his tongue and the callused hands that were playing havoc with her breasts, she arched her body.
She began to gyrate her hips, slowly, dancing to a rhythm older than she cared to imagine. When his lips broke from hers, she caught her breath at the look in the dark recesses of his eyes. His hands slowly encircled her face and his mouth met hers once more. His eyes claimed hers and he refused to break contact as he deepened the kiss.
His dark eyes shone like glistening onyx, and as his mouth slowly caressed every soft crevice of her own, his actions spoke volumes to her soul.
No words were needed.
Jaxon Castille loved her, and God help her, she felt the same insane way about him.
In spite of everything.
Gently, he lowered her back onto the bedroll, his eyes devouring the softness that lay exposed. “You are so beautiful.” His voice was hoarse with need. “I want to taste every inch of your body.”
His hands caressed her belly, and he smiled as her muscles clenched and her hips bucked up toward him. He followed her hands to the waistband of her pants, and as their eyes met, gentleness was replaced with fervor as she struggled to get out of them.
The need to have him buried deep inside swept over her. She hissed as her legs moved, and the friction that nipped between her thighs drove her to distraction. There, the small nub buried inside the wet folds of her sex began to ache and pulse with an urgency that was relentless. It was almost unbearable.
“I want—” She gasped as pleasure rifled through her body, so intense it was almost painful.