By the time he loosened his hold on her hair and pulled back, Maple could only stand there, eyes closed, leaning against him.
“Right. The shower,” he finally cut in, his voice rougher and deeper than it had been.
Maple opened her eyes, not relinquishing the hold she had on his T-shirt. She blinked twice to focus her eyes. Damn, the man could kiss. His slow grin had her smiling right back at him. “How hungry are you?” she asked, her own voice husky.
“Starving,” he said as his gaze dropped to her lips again.
“Me, too.” She didn’t bother trying to speak again. She couldn’t have if she’d tried. His lips were on hers, taking her breath and stealing all reason. He brought his hands to her hips, pulling her flush against him, making her moan. The hard ridge of his cock pressed against her lower belly, sending excited flutters through her. Jaxon took a step, backing her out of the bathroom until they were in the hall.
“Which one?” he asked.
Desperate to touch and taste, she tugged on his shirt, pulling it halfway up before realizing he’d asked a question. “There,” she said, pointing in the general direction of her room.
Taking the hint, Jaxon pulled his T-shirt off. Her fingers were already on the snap of his shorts before it hit the floor. “I’m not going to last if you keep looking at me like that, gorgeous.”
“I need to touch you,” she said. She found the tab of his zipper, then smiled at the soft rasping sound it made going down. “I want to see what you’re packing, and then I want to have a good, long taste.”
“Jesus,” Jaxon moaned before drawing her close and lifting her up against him so that her feet no longer touched the floor. “Bedroom. Now.”
He didn’t stop or put her down until he stood at the side of her bed. His hands were everywhere, caressing her ass and up her back, only to go down again and curl around her hips. Maple couldn’t wait. Leaning forward, she flicked her tongue across one hardened nipple before sucking it between her lips. His quick gasp, followed by a moan, emboldened her. She scraped her teeth over the rigid little disk once, twice, and his whole body stiffened.
“Do it,” he said, the rumble in his voice more pronounced. His hands gripped her tight, pulling her hard against him as he thrust his pelvis forward.
She nipped at his nipple, the bite more teasing than anything, before laving it with the tip of her tongue again. His fingers dug into her flesh where he still held her against him. Her heart pounded against her ribs. The few times she’d dared make her need for a bit of roughness in the bedroom known in the past, the men she’d been with had either not been into it or hadn’t known how to meet those needs. A few had given it a good try, but it had been forced and stilted. She didn’t need to be spanked or tied down. Of course, she didn’t mind those things, but what she wanted—no, what she needed—was a hard fuck that would knock her into tomorrow.
She looked up, needing to gauge Jaxon’s reaction, then bit down, hard. His half-lidded eyes rounded for a moment, then closed as he moaned. In the next instant, he had her blouse up and over her head. She couldn’t be sure, but she thought she might have heard a button or two go flying across the wooden floor. Her shorts were gone in a second, her panties disappearing right along with them.
“You like teeth, sweet Maple? You like it rough?” he asked as he picked her up and tossed her onto the bed. He pushed his shorts down his legs, kicking them off before following, pressing her into the mattress with his weight.
Spreading her thighs, she let him settle over her, his hard dick against her wet folds. “Yes. Fuck, yes.” She dug her fingers into his ass cheeks and thrust up, rubbing herself against him. If it wasn’t for the fact that she wanted his cock in her mouth, she would take matters into her own hands and impale herself on him.
Jaxon lowered his lips to her neck as he rocked against her, stroking her clit with every tilt of his hips. He kissed his way to her ear, then bit her lobe, and her breath caught in her throat. “I’m going to love marking every inch of you. By the time I’m done, there will be no doubt who you belong to. Do you want that, Maple? Do you want me to bite you? Do you want me to make you mine?”
The words strummed a visceral chord inside her, making her empty pussy spasm. “Yes,” she moaned when he bit the column of her neck hard enough to have her gasping but not leave a mark. If she didn’t take control now, she’d be a puddle beneath him, unable to do anything more than take whatever he was giving her. Jaxon moved to her shoulder, nipping her skin there, before moving to the swell of her breast.
“I need to taste you,” she finally managed. Using all the strength she had in her lower body, she flipped them both. She didn’t dwell on the fact that he had let it happen, she was just glad that he had.
Jaxon tunnelled his fingers through her hair again. “Take what you want while you can, gorgeous. Once I take over, you’ll be all mine,” he told her before bringing her head down and claiming her lips again. Was it a threat? A warning? Whatever it was, it had a fresh wave of heat flooding her pussy. This man played both her body and her mind like a fine instrument, and she was more than ready to let him—after she sucked him.
Jaxon’s chest was a work of art. Hard lines and grooves highlighted each of his
