Neither of them set me aflame the way Jaxson did. I had never desired a man the way I did him.
He set me on my bed, his mouth leaving mine. “Tell me to go, Gracie,” he begged, his voice low and raspy in my ear. “Tell me to stop.”
I grabbed his shirt, dragging him back to my mouth. “No.”
His kiss was carnal. Deep, possessive, and addictive. It felt as if he was claiming me. I kissed him back with equal ardor, claiming him as well.
“If I don’t stop, I’m going to be inside you.” His muffled declaration made me shiver. “Once I do, that’s it. We can’t go back.”
I nipped his ear. “I don’t want to go back. I want your hands on me, Jaxson. I want you inside me. I’m aching for you.”
He groaned, and seconds later, we were both naked. The sounds of rending material, carelessly discarded clothing, filled the room. He stood, gazing down at me as I looked at him in wonder. His arms bulged, his torso taut and that tantalizing vee prominent. His thick cock jutted out, and I recalled the way he tasted, how he felt in my mouth. I wanted to feel him in a totally different way.
“Birth control,” he suddenly announced.
“Covered.”
“Condoms.”
I indicated the nightstand. “In the drawer.”
He lifted one eyebrow.
“Addi gave them to me as a joke. She is constantly bugging me about getting laid.” I stretched my arms over my head, thrusting out my breasts. “She’ll be thrilled when I tell her I used them.”
“We can’t—”
I shook my head, a flutter of sadness going through me. “I won’t tell her who you are, Jaxson.”
He paused with a frown. “Gracie—”
“Don’t.” I held out my arms. “Make me yours.”
The next moment, I forgot everything else as his mouth molded to mine. His hands, the sexy hands that fascinated me so, smoothed and glided over my body. His touch was equal parts tender and possessive. He followed his touch with his mouth, his tongue tracing a path as he murmured his thoughts out loud.
“You are so beautiful,” he whispered.
“You have a tiny mole.” He kissed a spot on my inner thigh. “Right here. I’m going to think about this mole when I see you in the office. Every day.”
He sucked my nipples, grazing them with his teeth. “Your breasts are perfect. Look how they fit in my hands.” I gasped as he bit down gently then blew on my sensitive nipples. “Perfect.”
He slipped his hand between my legs with a groan. “So ready for me, Gracie. God, you feel so good. I want to feel all of you.”
My body was on fire, every part of me burning. I wanted him. I couldn’t stop touching him—feeling the way his muscles rippled on his back as he moved. The strength in his shoulders. The way the coarse hair scattered on his chest rubbed my breasts, abrading my nipples. How his erection felt, hot and heavy on my skin. I wrapped my legs around his hips.
“Feel me, Jaxson. Fuck me.”
He captured my mouth as he sank inside me, inch by inch, slowly thrusting until we were joined so tightly that we were one. I shuddered at the feeling of him consuming me, the heat and girth of him filling me up so completely, I knew I would never be the same again. No one else would ever feel this good.
He began to move, his low grunts and groans filling the room. He kissed me hard, licked at my neck, nibbled my shoulder, returned to my mouth. I gasped and shivered, moved with him, absorbed his powerful strokes, the pleasure radiating through me. His body was covered with a sheen of sweat, his frame shaking with the effort of his movements. My headboard creaked, the sheets shifted, and the pillows beside me fell to the floor. I gripped his skin, kissed his head as he buried his face into my neck, wrapped my legs tighter as my orgasm hit me, exploding with a ferocity I had never experienced. I cried out his name, flinging back my head as he stiffened, his orgasm melding with mine. We soared, peaked, and ebbed, and then finally, we both collapsed, our ragged breathing replacing the moans and cries of passion we had shared.
His weight pressed me deep into the mattress, and for a moment, I held him, needing to feel him as close as possible. He lifted his head, his eyes warm and soft. He smiled, the divot in his chin deepening, and I smiled back, touching it with my finger.
“I like this. It’s cute.”
“I’m never cute.”
“You are at times. When you relax and are simply Jaxson. You’re funny, sweet, and cute. Sexy, too.”
He ran his finger over my lips and kissed me. “And when I’m not relaxed?”
“You’re still sexy. But intense. You’re more standoffish, I suppose.”