Chapter 28
Kate
Afterputtingthefire out, Jaxon links his fingers with mine and leads me into the house.
He stops at the bottom of the stairs and turns to face me.
“I’m going to make sure everything is locked up down here. I want you to go upstairs and wait for me in my bed.” His eyes are full of heat, while his voice is full of lust.
He lets go of my hand, and I head up the stairs.
I’ve only made it halfway up when he says, “Oh, and Kate.” I pause and turn to him. “Lose the clothes.” He walks off, and I rush up the stairs.
When I enter his bedroom, I remove the hoodie I had stolen from his closet earlier. A strong whiff of campfire assaults my senses.
As much as I love that scent, I need it gone. A quick shower is a must.
Hands wrap around my waist from behind as I’m leaning into the shower to check the water temperature.
“I thought I told you to be waiting for me in bed, naked.” He sinks his teeth into the sensitive spot on my neck, and I slink back against him.
Strong hands wander, leaving goose bumps in their wake.
“I know that, but I reeked of campfire and needed to shower.”
Jaxon groans against my skin as he pushes the strap of my bra down. “I guess you’re right. At least I’ll have you naked.” With one quick flick of the wrist, the material falls to the ground, joining the rest of my clothes I had previously discarded.
When his fingers reach my nipples, he pinches one between thumb and forefinger, and a moan escapes my lips. The other hand travels south until he finds my clit. Jaxon moves in a circular direction.
“Mmm, are you sure you need a shower? You’re already soaking wet, baby,” he rasps against my skin.
“Yes,” I pant, unsure if I’m responding to the question of needing a shower or encouraging him to keep going.
He must assume the first because he stops moving and removes his hand from my body. Before I can tell him to keep going, his palm comes in contact with my ass. It causes me to jolt forward, but his powerful hands steady me.
“Now, be a good girl and get in the shower.”
I’m too turned on to challenge. The quicker we rinse off, the sooner we can get back to this.
Stepping into the shower, I lean back and let the hot water wash over me. Moments later, the curtain opens, and Jaxon joins me. I run my hands down my hair and open my eyes to see heat in Jaxon’s eyes.
“Come here.” He crooks his fingers. When I press up against him, he spins me so my back presses against the cold tile. Lowering his mouth to mine, he pulls my bottom lip between his teeth. We lose ourselves in the kisses and touches. My body responds to his touch. With a few swipes of his finger, he can have me falling apart, begging for more. Each calculated move brings more pleasure.
“Widen your legs, baby.” I spread them a little further for him. “That’s my girl.” His fingers dance over my clit, and I shiver. “I’ve been thinking about this cunt all fucking night.”
Even though I’m dying for him to touch me more, I want to taste him. “There’s something I need first,” I rasp.
I press my palms into his chest, putting a little distance between us before trailing them down the ripples of his stomach. Seriously, how the fuck does this man look like this?
I drop to my knees in front of him, his erection jutting out and standing proud. I wrap my fingers around his shaft. With slow and steady strokes, I move my hand back and forth. I add a little twist to my wrist when I reach the mushroom tip. Jaxon lets out a harsh, ragged breath.
I sit back on my heels and drag my tongue up the underside of his cock before sucking the tip between my lips.
“Fuck me,” he pants, and I smile around his cock.
I pull off with a pop but continue moving my wrist up and down.
“Not yet. Let me enjoy this first.”
Jaxon laces his fingers in my hair, and the pads of his fingers massage my scalp, encouraging me back down and I oblige. Hollowing my cheeks, I take him back in my mouth, deeper this time.
The noises he’s making tell me that even though I’m the one on my knees, I could bring him to his.
“Sweetheart, if you keep doing that, I’m going to come down your pretty little throat, and I’d rather make a mess of your cunt.”
“Mmm,” I moan, the vibrations of my humming cause him to jolt, and I smile. As much as I want to fuck him, I need to make him come. Rotating my wrist, I stroke him in tandem with my mouth, suctioning my lips from root to tip.
His body tenses, and a harsh grunt and the tightened grip on my hair is the only warning I get before he releases in my mouth. He attempts to pull back, but I keep a firm hold on his lower back while I lick up every drop from the tip. He hisses at his sensitivity. I look up at him and smirk. Yeah, not so fun when you’re super sensitive postorgasm, huh, asshole?
“Stand up, sweetheart,” he commands. He moves me to be in front of him with my back to the running water, which is definitely colder than it was originally.
“We need to get you clean,” he says, reaching for the bottle of shampoo and squirting a dollop in his palms. He runs it together before applying it to my scalp, massaging it. “Then I’m going to take you back to bed and show you what happens when you don’t listen to me.”
If he’s trying to convince me to listen to him more, then he shouldn’t lace his voice with dirty promises that have my pussy dripping and ready to take any punishment he’s ready to give.