Untouchable: Kohl Family: Johannah & Jaxon

by C R Riley

  Johannah wraps her arms around her body, afraid to even move right now. Jaxon's breath against her skin has always done things to her, but tonight it is different. Specifics between them have transformed.

  "I can't."

  "Why?" Jaxon moves his hand brushing his knuckles against her jaw. "I want you to."

  "I don't think… oh wow." Johannah shivers as his lips trail down her neck to her shoulder. "It wouldn't be wise."

  Jaxon reaches around to where her arms are tightly squeezing and tugs them loose. He positions her arms at her side and then runs his hands back up. All while he continues to place soft kisses on her neck, along both sides. "Hannah." His voice is strained.

  Johannah tries to take a step forward out of his embrace, except Jaxon isn't permitting her to move. One of his arms captures her waist, while the other wraps around her, resting on the opposite shoulder. She allows her head to tumble back against his shoulder. Rolls it just enough for him to continue tormenting her in the best of ways.

  Looking down at the woman relaxing against him, Jaxon's mind and body knows exactly what it wants. He can see her chest rising and falling rapidly. Securing her body tight against his, he shifts the hand around her waist north. Brushes it across her right breast. He has always wondered what that would be like, and right now he only wants to know more.

  "Jaxon." Her voice is somewhere between a plea and a warning.

  No man has ever gotten his hands on her breasts before without her stopping him. The closest she has ever come to allowing it to happen was the night her ex and her found themselves in a similar situation. And while she believed at the time that she loved him, looking back now, she knows she didn't. Her feelings for Jaxon are so much stronger than her feelings have been for any other man.

  Jaxon doesn't move for several minutes. He just rests his hand on her ample bosom, which fills his large hand and then some. His thumb stirs first, gently kneading it over her blouse. He can feel her nipple harden against his palm, which has him shifting his hand so that his fingers can circle it. The shift of his hand has allowed his thumb to slip between the openings. Allowing him to now caress the skin below her blouse.

  "Jaxon… yes." Johannah can hardly believe the word that slips out.

  It doesn't take him long to understand he has a limited amount of time here. Soon she will begin to regain her senses and protest. His fingers make quick work of the tiny buttons of her blouse until it falls open, exposing her to him.

  A simple black bra appears, with a front clasp that is begging to be released, so Jaxon fiddles with it. When he realizes he can't release it with one hand, afraid to let her go with his other, he begs for her to help. "Help a guy out here, Hannah."

  Johannah shakes her head unable to speak. No way is she going to assist him. She can hardly believe she has permitted him to get this far. When he can't figure it out, maybe he'll give up and release her.

  When his hand slips underneath it, anyway. Tugs on it enough to slide the material under her breasts, she gives up the fight. Somehow her hands move and release the clasp for him. Allowing the cups to fall to the side, freeing her D cup size breasts.

  The groan that Jaxon makes when he feels her heavy breasts fall against his hands, surprises him. What surprises him more, is what he does next.

  Before Hannah can protest, he whirls her around. Presses her back against the window behind her. His hands push her blouse and bra off her shoulders, forcing her to stand before him topless.

  "Beautiful." Jaxon proclaims as he squeezes her breasts with his hands. He then watches her nipples become hard and pointy.

  "Hannah." Now it's Jaxon's voice that sounds like a plea, asking for permission.

  His eyes lock with hers. When he doesn't get an objection in those lovely eyes, he dips his head, kissing the tip of them first. Placing his lips against them as he holds them firmly in his hand. Next, he flicks her nipple with his tongue and blows on it, then watches as the rosebud gets even harder. And not being able to resist, Jaxon allows his lips to surround the hard-pointy tip and sucks.

  Nothing has ever felt better than this. So, when her fingers dig into his scalp, encouraging him to continue, he does. Working both of them perfectly, he not only drives himself crazy but her as well. Sweat beads along his spine, and he recognizes that as a sign of things to come if he isn't careful. Releasing her breast, he trails kisses up her neck until he finds her lips again. Then he kisses her harder than he ever has before, and she gives it right back to him.

  Pressing his entire body against hers now, Jaxon has her trapped between the window and him. His bare chest is caressing hers and the sensation has Johannah gasping. Heat pools in places she has long forgotten about.

  When he slides his hand down around her waist and yanks her into him. Making it so that his hard member comes into contact with her soft throbbing one. She knows that if they don't stop soon, this isn't going to end.

  "Jaxon… stop." She has no idea how the word escaped out of her, but it did.

  Jaxon drops his forehead against the cool glass with a thud. He heard her, so now he is doing his best to do as she requests. He is so close to losing it again, that he knows if he rubs against her just right, he will go off again like a rocket. No matter how much he would love to do that, he also respects this woman too much to use her body in such a way.

  Placing his hands flat against the glass, he pushes back from her so he is no longer touching her. He doesn't allow his eyes to leave her face. He holds her gaze and able to comprehend that she is struggling as much as he is.

  Lifting one hand, he brushes it against her flushed cheeks and leans in to kiss her ever so tenderly. When he bends, he catches her covering her exposed chest. Notices it while he retrieves her discarded blouse and bra. As he stands back up, she turns so she isn't facing him anymore.

  He passes her the bra first. Once she has it secured and firmly in place, he helps her slip her blouse back on and then spins her back around to face him. Just like he eagerly unbuttoned her blouse for her, this time he buttons it. That way she is covered again before he tries to speak.

  Once he has the last button fastened, Jaxon cups her face with his hands and kisses her lips again. When her arms slide around his back, he draws back and discloses what he came to understand on the flight back to her. "Hannah, I love you."

  Johannah drops her head against his chest and giggles. "Is that meant to make me feel better about what just happened between us?"

  "No." He tells her as he kisses the top of her head. "And that can't happen again until… well just until."

  Johannah lifts her head and gazes up at him. "I love you too, by the way. And you're right, that can't happen again."

  "Until." Jaxon finishes for her. "Stay with me tonight. Let me hold you. Just hold you."

  "It's very tempting Jaxon, very tempting. However, I can't. I have a very hard time resisting you. After what just transpired between us, I don't think it would be very wise for us to tempt fate."

  "Until." Again, he says it as if that one word explains it all.

  Johannah guesses it does. Although she knows neither of them is ready to have that discussion yet. They have only known each other for six weeks, and there is still so much to learn about the other person. Maybe once he moves here, like he said he was going to do, that will give them the chance to do just that.

  Jaxon walks her to the valet and kisses her goodbye. As much as he hates to see her go, he knows she is right. Her staying is probably a very bad proposal after what happened.

  He never meant to get carried away like that, however his brain had other ideas. Experiencing her reaction to his touch was intoxicating. After years of not being able to touch or be touched, Johannah Kohl has become an addiction he can't seem to get enough of.

  Not only that, but he has discovered that just being around her, soothes him in ways he has never dreamt of. She makes him want things he never imagined he would. After suffering with worry over her like he had, he realize
d something between them had changed. Which is why he found himself professing his feelings for her.

  He loved her. Loved her so much that he could sense her the moment she walked into a room. Felt the warmth of her wrap around him like a blanket when he kissed her, letting him know he could trust her. And that warmth stayed with him long after she left, making it impossible for him to forget. Not that he wanted to forget about her, because he didn't. But he had never felt that before until Hannah, and he never wanted to be without that sensation.

  When he lost that sensation, after not knowing if she was okay or not, it scared the crap out of him. And even though they have only known each other for six weeks, he knew he couldn't live without her. He wanted to come home to her at the end of the day, and wake up to her each morning. He wanted to spend as much time as possible with her, and he didn't want to wait to get it.

  The problem was, he didn't think he would be able to convince Hannah to move this along. He had always been a man who went after what he wanted aggressively; took risks he knew would benefit him in the long run. He got the impression Hannah was not that type at all. She took things slow and weighed her options before making decisions.

  So, he has some planning to do and some negotiations to compose. Since tonight he finds himself alone again, he will use that time wisely. Figure out his next move to get the woman he loves to agree to be his forever.

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  The night before had been restless, which explains why Johannah finds herself up at the crack of dawn on a Sunday. Typically, she wouldn't get up this early since it is the only day she usually always gets off and to herself. But what is the point of staying in bed when sleep is nowhere to be found?

  So, she slithers out of bed and slips on a pair of yoga pants, her sports bra, a t-shirt, and a jacket. After tying the lace of her running shoes and starting a load of laundry, Johannah heads out her front door. She takes off running towards the Rock Creek Trail. Turns south down the path that will lead her to the heart of the city. It's barely even five; therefore, the trail is empty for the most part.

  Johannah has always enjoyed getting out early and running when she needs to clear her mind. Letting her only thoughts be encouraged by the music thumping in her ears. The music motivating her feet to move to the beat.

  The monuments always look different this time of day. Vacated by the many visitors that flood them daily once the sun rises. She can truly appreciate them now without the crowds that habitually besiege upon them. Although her mind is anything but clear right now. It, along with her body, is still processing the events of last night. She is still suffering from the effect Jaxon imprinted on both.

  Just thinking about him has her body reacting all over again. Heating in places that have never been so affected by a man before. Her breasts are still sensitive to any contact, which puts other parts of her body on high alert. She reasons this is why it is best to never get caught up in a situation like they did last night. Being around him now will be challenging. Not allowing things to get carried away, like they did last night. That is going to take a grand effort, with both of them on the same page. Being alone like that again is out of the question until they establish some ground rules.

  Johannah has to admit that she doesn't regret it. Considering the fact that in the thirty years she has been on this earth. Half of those have been dating years. This is the first time things have gotten carried away, really.

  In her early years of dating—teen years—when a boy tried to cop a feel, she reminded them quickly that she had four brothers, who would gladly pummel them for her. In college, she only dated her ex. And while he got his hands on them, always over her shirt. Even rub himself off on her a few times—with her permission of course. He never got skin-to-skin action. Close a few times, but one of them always ended it before clothes ever were removed.

  As an adult, the most action she got, until last night, was on the dance floor. Even that was minimal and always ended way before things got uncomfortable for her. She wasn't into rubbing up against guys she didn't actually know. It sickened her to feel how many of them so easily got turned on. Mostly she had only kissed the men she was attracted to, which were few and far between.

  But last night had been different all the way around. Witnessing how broken and lost Jaxon was in that room had nearly killed her. She wanted to bring comfort to him in a way no one ever had before. Not only that, but she wanted him to understand that he was no longer alone. He had her, really truly had her, like no one else ever had. She needed his touch as much as he needed hers. And in the back of her mind, knew that if they allowed themselves to touch each other, matters would get out of hand fast. The fire in his eyes alerted her of that. Made her skin burn. And she knew she was staring at him with the same intensity in hers.

  It started back in the interrogation room when she felt the need to get him out of his sweat-soaked clothes. Her desire to take care of him went deeper than just that. She felt the need to protect him from everyone but herself. When she realized that he would be naked once she removed his damp jeans, it sent a jolt of excited nervous energy through her. Thrilled her to know she was the only woman who had ever been so close to him like that. And even though it wasn't a sexual act at all, it still was a very intimate one. One that she took great pride in and was prepared to embrace wholeheartedly.

  A tinge of disappointment had struck her when he had awakened from his trance the moment he realized her intent. Not that anything would have transpired in that moment. There was just something about it that fired her insides up like they had never been before.

  So later, when she found herself in the thralls of Jaxon Cristiano, it was like throwing gas on the fire. Things had materialized rather suddenly and turned fiery. All she could think about was all the wonderful things he was doing to her. His touch, rather it be his lips or hands, was like a flame licking her skin, setting it on fire. Melting parts of her insides, and as a result had her leaking hot nectar from her core.

  That had never happened to her before. She was so hot and damp down there, that she was convinced he could sense it. And when he suckled her breast into his moist fiery mouth, it was like lighting a wick that burned faster and set her off. She could feel muscles inside of her girl parts firing off and soaking her even more. It was incredible and frightening all at the same time.

  Which is why she had ultimately put a stop to it. One more second, and she'd have tossed out her firm beliefs of waiting until she made that promise of forever. Assuming the only man she would ever be allowed to touch her while doing all those things to her, would be the same man who would stand by her always. And as much as she believed Jaxon was that man. Or even hoped he was. Until he made that commitment, she wasn't willing to go there, no matter how great it felt in the moment. Which meant they were going to need to have a very serious conversation soon. She wasn't sure how long she would be able to hold it together.

  The ringing of her cellphone in her ear interrupts her thoughts. Johannah answers like she always does when she doesn't know who is calling her.

  "You sound like you are breathing hard." The groan that follows that statement has her snickering. "What are you doing at five forty-five, on a Sunday morning, that has you sounding so… winded?"

  "Thinking of you." She just couldn't help herself, even though she knows it isn't an appropriate response.

  "Hannah. What am I going to do with you? Seriously what are you doing?" Jaxon's voice sounds as if he has also been panting.

  "Running. I couldn't sleep, so I got up and decided to hit the pavement. What's your excuse?" Johannah turns towards the Capitol to head up Pennsylvania Avenue. Now that she knows he is up, maybe this would be as good a time as any to have that conversation.

  "Same. Where are you?"

  "Just heading up Penn Ave, not far from the reflecting pool."

  "Black pants? Pink jacket? Looking sexy as all is heck." Jaxon describes her clothing perfectly.

  Johannah s
tops and places her hands on her hips as she surveys the area. She spots him running toward her in the National Mall. His hair is once again in that man bun, with several loose, dripping wet strays. He is wearing a pair of loose-fitting gray shorts and a white t-shirt that is clinging to his perfect body. "I see you. Talk about looking sexy. Good thing this isn't a popular time for other runners. I have a feeling I would be fighting off some hopeful prospects." She takes off across the street and jogs towards him.

  Jaxon seems to pick up the pace. "Wouldn't matter, since I can only handle one very special woman." He hangs up and smiles at her as she approaches.

  Johannah smiles back and then squeals when he wraps his arms around her, lifting her off her feet. Their lips collide in a hasty manner that proves her earlier thoughts. When he pulls back and sets her down, she wraps her arms around him. Burying her face against his sweaty body, loving how he smells all the time.

  "Hey, you should know I am in love with this great guy." She teases.

  Jaxon chuckles as he kisses the top of her hand and tightens his hold on her. "Tell me about him." He takes her hand, and they start walking toward a bench where he encourages her to sit.

  She drops down and leans into him. "Sure. He's trouble with a capital T. Has me losing precious sleep and focusing on things other than the job. Making me dream of white picket fences and a house full of little mini versions of us." Johannah glances up to find Jaxon's eyes closed and head tilted to the sky.

  "Sounds familiar. Go on." Jaxon wants to hear more.

  "Okay. He also has proven to be addictive. Like a drug I just can't get enough of. One that makes me experience things I never have before." Johannah feels his arm tighten around her back while she witnesses the other hand adjusting himself. "I see you understand."

  His eyes open slightly. "I do. So, what do you reckon you should do about it?"

  "Me?" Johannah shrugs. "I don't believe that is my move to make. However, if it were, I suppose I'd seriously start thinking about what I could do to entice him to consider a more permanent role. One that allowed me to explore him completely, while at the same time bonding us in such a way that…"