“Why must you always fight me?” Jaxson asked, his voice thick with
pent-up irritation.
“I’m not fighting you. I told you, I want a swim.” Kicking away my
shoes, I peeled my shirt off and tossed it on the grass, catching the distressed
expression that cut Jaxson’s face. “You’re free to go back to the revel, if
that’s what you want.”
I slowly unbuttoned my shorts and slid them down my hips, bending a
little further forward than I needed to slip my feet out of them. You little
hussy, my wolf said.
“Fuck,” Jaxson choked. “You’re killing me, Savannah.”
I turned to face him, wearing only my black lacy bra and panties. His
body rippled with tension, and though he looked like he wanted to rage, his
eyes drank in every inch of my body. I felt sexy and wanted.
Slowly, I moved toward him, locking him with my gaze so he knew my
intentions.
“Stop before this goes too far,” he growled.
I drew my hands up his chest, reveling in how hard and rigid it felt under
my fingertips. “You want me, Jaxson, and I want you. We’re both adults, so
what’s the problem?”
Gently, I began unbuttoning his torn shirt until his chest was fully
exposed. I could practically taste the dried sweat and blood on his skin, and it
sent a pulsing heat through me that settled low in my belly. This man was a
god among mortals, and I wanted to claim him.
Mine.
I slipped his torn shirt over his shoulders and let it drop to the ground. He
shivered as I traced my fingers down his chest, following the sexy trail of hair
that continued from his navel downward, disappearing beneath his jeans.
A rumble escaped his throat, and his hands gripped my waist, locking me
in place. “Once I start, there’ll be no turning back. You’ll be mine. Neither of
us is ready for that.”