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“Maa-aaa.”
I break away from him, breathing hard, to see Barley staring at us with his weird little eyes. “You’re right. It is rude of us to make out in front of you when you’re in an enforced celibacy.”
Barley head butts my elbow.
“Okay. We’ll take it inside.” Jaxon looks at me. “If you want to continue?”
“Oh, yes, please. We must continue.”
I hop off his lap and race toward the gate, because I don’t want to lose this glow and desire. I love sex, I do, but sometimes it can take me a while to get out of my head and in the mood.
I’m not missing the opportunity to take advantage of the mood right now.
Jaxon’s feet pound the ground behind me as I fumble with the gate, and he wraps himself around me to help me get it open.
Once we’re out, I start running again, laughing at the thought of getting ahead of him while he locks the gate, but he’s caught up to me in an instant. He scoops me up and throws me over his shoulder.
His bouncing shoulder is right in my gut as he runs, but I don’t care. I’ll endure any discomfort to get this man naked and inside me faster.
Once inside the house, he lowers me onto the couch in the front room and drops to his knees between my spread legs. He presses a kiss to my core over my pants and I sizzle like butter on a hot pan.
“Oh, my goddess,” I moan. “I need you inside me right now.”
He grins up at me. “This will all be over way too soon if I dive right in, darling. I’m planning to make this last as long as possible.”
His words turn up the heat and my core throbs. “I’m not sure I’ll survive.”
He straightens and pulls my shirt up and over my head. I help him by raising my arms, but I am one hundred percent at his mercy. I’m here for whatever this gorgeous man wants to do to me.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Jaxon
I feel like I’m walking on a high wire. And I know what that’s like, because I did it when I performed at the super bowl five years ago.
At any moment, Honey could decide she let me off the hook too easily for lying to her and shut this thing down. I have to make the most of it and prove I can give her everything she wants.
Right now, though, I can’t stop staring at the rise and fall of her breasts in that tiny, red lacy bra. She is so fucking perfect with smooth skin that appears never to have seen the sun, her black hair draped over her shoulders and tickling the rounded curve of her small, but perfect breasts.
She clears her throat. “As much fun as it is to have you look at me that way, I really fucking need you to touch me.”
“You’re too pretty to touch.”
She snorts, but her expression is soft. “And you’re too sweet to be real. Now, touch me.”
Everything is so perfect right now. I’m afraid I’m going to do the wrong thing and mess it up. But staying still and staring at her isn’t a viable option.
Gently, I slide down the straps of her bra and toss it to the side. This time, I stare for only a moment before I have to cup and kiss her breasts. She moans as I swirl my tongue around one nipple and then the other.
I’m so hard it’s painful but also totally worth it. I intend to enjoy the hell out of every moment I get with this woman.
I kiss my way down to the waistband of her pants and pull them off slowly. Her panties are also red and lacy, something I wouldn’t have expected. I press a kiss to her core, feeling the dampness of her panties beneath my lips.
She smells like vanilla and sex and I’m dying to taste her. I slide off the panties, toss them to the side, and press an open-mouthed kiss to her pussy.
The sounds she makes as I suck and lick and use my finger are loud and exuberant and almost as delicious as she is. I want to make this last, but at the same time I want to drive her to maximum pleasure.
When it seems like she’s getting close, I stop and look up at her. “Are you going to scream for me?”
