“So good,” he murmurs against my skin.
He pulls me from the wall again, presses his mouth to my neck. “Stay with me tonight,” he whispers.
I open my mouth to say no—any more time in his arms will be emotional suicide at best—but the only word to come out of my mouth is…yes.
8
Jaxon Jaxon
The coolness in the air pulls me awake, and I open one eye to see Rachel snuggled next to me, hogging all the blankets. She’s wrapped up tighter than a burrito and it brings a smile to my face. I move closer, roll her a bit and tug on the blanket to slide under it with her. She shimmies backward toward me and as we spoon, I absorb her heat. She moans to let me know she’s awake.
“I think the heat wave is over,” I say quietly.
I get a one-word murmured reply of, “Good.”
“Why good?” Body still chilled, I shiver and slide my hand down her thigh.
“No way will I get any studying done with you hanging out in your pool in nothing but your boxers.”
“I’m a distraction, am I?”
“Big time.”
I laugh. “So when you say big…?”
She laughs with me, rolls over and whacks me with her pillow. “Ego much?
I grab the pillow, toss it away and capture both her hands. Her eyes go wide as I pin her to the bed and climb over her. Her body softens beneath me, and my cock swells even more. Fuck, I can’t get enough of her. I growl, desperate to slide high inside her again.
“Spread your legs,” I say. “I want to fuck you.”
“Jaxon,” she murmurs, her eyes wide as a warm pink flush paints her cheek. “Didn’t you get enough last night?”
I have no idea how many times we fucked last night. All I know is it was well into the wee hours of the morning when she fell asleep in my arms.
“No, did you?”
A smile curls the corners of her mouth. “No.”
My insides soften, a tenderness overcoming me when I realize I’d been a bit rough with her. Fuck, there were times I went at her like a hormonal teen, a goddamn caveman. Insane really, considering I’m a grown-ass man who hasn’t thought about sex—well, okay maybe a little—since my ex split. But this sweet woman in my bed does something to me. I run my thumb over her plump, kiss-swollen bottom lip, my mouth eager to be on hers again.
“Are you sore?”
“A little.”
“Can you take me again?”
Her legs slide apart, and my heart hammers. I fucking love that she’s so ready and eager
“You sure?” I ask, giving her once last chance out before I bury myself balls deep inside her.
“One hundred percent.”
With my cock hard and ready, I press my crown to her opening and my lips find hers. I slide into her, slowly, and she moans into my mouth.
“You like that?” I ask quietly.
“Yeah,” she murmurs and runs her hands over my body. I quiver as she touches me, palms my muscles like she’s reacquainting herself with my body.
“I like the way you touch me,” I say. As she continues her exploration, I move inside her, slower this time, less hurried, but from the way her eyes are slipping shut, it’s clear she likes this every bit as much as she liked me taking her fast and furiously.
“I could wake up like this every morning,” she murmurs, but then her eyes open. “I mean...”
“I know what you mean,” I say. “I like fucking you too, Rach, and it got me thinking?”
“About,” she says, her hips lifting slightly to meet each slow thrust.
“Maybe we could keep doing this while I’m working on your car.”
“Yeah?”
“Sure. I should finish the job in a week or so. Why don’t we just keep enjoying each other until then.” I increased the pace a tiny bit, and press hot kisses to her neck—a ploy to shut down her mind until only ‘yes’ is on her lips. “When the car is done, and you’re no longer babysitting or cleaning for me, things go back to the way they were.”
Her nails scratch at my back, and soft clenches squeeze my cock. “That sounds…oh, damn that’s good.”
“Is that a yes?” I ask.
“Yessss…” she cries out, but I’m pretty sure it has more to do with her orgasming around my cock than answering my question. Her hot cum singes my dick, and I grip her hair, drive into her once, twice, then go perfectly still as I fill her with my seed.
I breathe hard against her neck, my body no longer cold from the chill in the morning air. She hugs me to her and I collapse on top of her.
“How are you so good at this?” she asks, a bubble of laughter in her voice. “Honest to God, I’ve come more in the last twenty-four hours than I have in my entire life.”
I lift my head to see her, and brush her hair from her face. I cup her cheeks and even though she hasn’t agreed to my proposition yet, I say, “That’s a goddamn shame and for the next two weeks, I’m going to be sure you come at least once a day.”
She laughs. “I have school, work, and chores around here. How can you promise that?”
“If I have to come to your work and drag you into the bathroom for an orgasm, I’ll do it.”
Her eyes go wide as she sits up and rests against the backboard. “You wouldn’t.”
I slide my hands across the mattress, stroke her nipple. “Yeah, I would.”
She whacks me. “You’re just kidding. You would never do that?”
“Would I kid about something like that?” I say, tossing her playful words back at her.
“That would be a great way to get me fired,” she says, but I don’t miss the pleasure in her eyes.
“You sound like
