She sighed and leaned against her credenza, reveling in the taste of wine and the thought of him buried deep and moving inside of her. But that delicious fantasy waged a war with the thought of having to confront him about what was really going on with him. She couldn’t shake the feeling the way they met was just too…strange. She was always one from the school of thought that if something is too good to be true, it probably is. Mr. Sexy Blue Eyes outside of her window was tied with a perfect little bow.
Her eyes shot up when she heard him clear his throat at her doorway.
“Jaxon, you startled me. What are you doing here? I thought you said you would text me your address.” Nervous giddiness resonated from her body. Her body seemed to always react from head to foot at the sight of him. Desire tingled through her and she resisted the urge to run a hand over her offending sensitive body parts. She tried to back from his approach. The furniture behind her stopped her retreat. She could only watch as he shut the door behind him. With a click, he also locked it and she knew his intentions before he spoke a word.
She tried in a failed attempt at stalling him. “Can I get you something, Jaxon… a beer or…?” she looked over his tense features. “Whiskey maybe?”
“You know what I want, Bevin. I’ve been thinking about you all day.” His voice was low and her body reacted to every word he spoke.
She’d been thinking about him too and wanted him just as bad. She gulped back the wine in her hand and placed the long stemmed glass safely on the bar. She didn’t know what would happen, but she saw the urgency in Jaxon’s expression. He closed the distance between them, pulling her to him.
“You asked me to come over tonight, Jaxon.”
“You still are. But I also told you I wanted you in your office. I thought I’d take my chances you were still here.”
She smiled at his certainty. He dipped his head and nuzzled her beneath her chin. His warm breath at her throat caused her pulse to quicken.
“You always smell so good, baby.” He kissed her throat. She fidgeted against his touch and rubbed her legs together inadvertently. She felt him smirk against the opening in her jacket. “I guess I ruined one pair of panties today; time to work on number two.” He rubbed a hand down over her ass to the hem of her skirt.
“Who said I’m wearing pair number two?” She tested him.
He stopped his ministrations to look up at her briefly. “I’d say that is music to my ears.” He continued lifting her skirt with one skilled hand while the buttons to her jacket were in the other. He hoisted her up on the bar and stepped between her bare thighs. Her nipples pressed achingly against the lace at her bra as his hands found both globes and plumped them up before his eyes. Her eyes fluttered shut reveling in the feel of his thumbs passing over her sensitive buds. She wrapped her legs around his ass pulling him closer into her allowing him to suck one lace clad nipple into his mouth.
“I will get you out of this bra,” he whispered against her.
“You know I love the way that feels, Jaxon… mmm, yes… but… mmm.” The sound of her husky voice was something she’d never heard come out of her mouth. He was doing things to her she didn’t know a man could do’ even more than Robert or any man she’d been involved with. Jaxon was doing it with simple caresses, kisses and words. She cursed herself for letting him have his way when she had so much she wanted to ask him. But he’d caught her by surprise. She didn’t have time to think. He must have sensed her hesitation. As if snapping out of a trance, she pulled away a bit from his embrace.
He looked at her. “I know you told me you wanted to keep it professional in the office, but I couldn’t help myself. I wanted to see you. But it’s okay, I’d much rather have you in my bed, under me, on top of me, and in my arms.” His words worked through every nerve in her body, causing a tingling sensation in every sensitive spot. The thought of being naked in his bed caused an onset of wetness between her legs again. He was right. If she did have panties on, he would have soaked pair number two in one day. But, she didn’t care; she needed to feel every taut muscle strain and contact as he drove his thick cock into her again.
She could hardly lose herself in the thought of their intimacy tonight when he already stood before her. She was ready and wanting to give into him right now. She couldn’t believe she was so willing to lose herself to desire with this man she hardly knew, again. Especially when she needed answers from him about the things that just didn’t makes sense. But something about his magnetic charm did her in, and she wanted more of him.
“What is it, Bevin? You seem distracted.”
Too late. He caught her inside her own head. “It’s nothing,” she fibbed. It’s nothing and everything all wrapped into one. Logic told her no, not here. Not with him at all. You don’t know him well enough for all of this wanton behavior. But her body, her heart and her need was saying different. Let him take you home and hold you. You want to feel every inch of him pressed into you, holding you down on that bed…. Driving you mindless.
She ran a hand up his arm feeling his biceps flex. She continued her touch over his chest and down his taut abs. This newfound boldness excited her and from the expression on his face, he didn’t want her to stop. He closed his eyes and let her journey over his thick package. His length grew underneath her fingers. She knew that erection would become painful underneath his jeans. As if reading her thoughts, his eyes flicked opened and stormy blue eyes found hers.
“You’re trying to make me suffer.”
She couldn’t help the devilish grin from creeping across her face. “Why on earth would I do that?”
“Just because I said I’m not going to take you here, doesn’t mean I can’t change my mind, Miss Thomas.”
She didn’t stop her hand from caressing him. She raised a brow daring him and calling his bluff. She wanted him to suffer. He had put her through the same torture before. She would play his game. She knew full well his only intention was to get her wet for him, in this office, then make her wait for it until tonight. But no, she would get a taste and sample what was to come before he left her here panting for more. She would take control of this situation.
“What are you doing to me, Bevin?” he mumbled.
“I can’t wait to be in bed with you, Jaxon,” she whispered in his ear.
“Are you trying to change our evening plans?” he growled.
She giggled. “You catch on quick.”
“You know this is going to spell trouble for both of us.”
“Trouble can be fun,” she teased.
He squeezed her breasts and ran a hand down over her waist. He lifted the hem of her skirt up and out of his way running his fingers over the clips of her garter. “This is the sexiest piece of clothing a woman can wear,” he said feeling the lace of her silk stocking for the second time that day.
“A garter?” she asked, loving the feel of his strong warm hand so close to her intimate center.
“Yes, it turns me on.”
He took her hand from his erection and directed it to her center.
“What are you doing?” She could barely get the words from her lips, mesmerized by his movements. He nudged her legs wider, placing her hand on her wet opening.
“Looks like it turns you on, too,” he said against her lips. He kissed her softly, orchestrating her hands to continue moving between them. His rough hands moved over her soft fingers right against her clit, causing a soft gasp to breathe against his lips.
He smiled. “You are so wet, baby. You like this, don’t you?”
She couldn’t speak. No coherent words came to mind. He moved passed her hand leaving it against her sensitive nub. He ran a finger down the hot path between her clit and her passage. He moved back a few inches. She felt the heat of his breath move from her face.
“Look at me, Bevin.” Her eyes had been shut tight enjoying the feel of his hand in her secret place. She shook her head no. His other hand found her chin and she felt the heat of his stare. “Look at me,” he comm
anded. His soft instruction caused her eyes to open, pinned by a piercing blue gaze and a handsome determined face. His eyes misted over with desire as a long, lithe finger found a way into her channel. She moaned and he moved in and out of her. “Your fingers are already there, baby. You know you want to.”
She moved two trembling fingers against her erect clit causing her to moan in pleasure. “Don’t shut your eyes, Bevin. Look at me. I want to see your pleasure.”
She watched him watch her as another of his fingers joined the first. Rewarded by yet another whimper from her, he pushed into her moist center and quickly retreated, but not for long. He continued to press into her. Finding it particularly hard to keep her eyes on him while enjoying the feel of his relentless finger fuck, her head fell back and she cried out. “Jaxon.”
“That’s right, baby. Say my name.”
She strummed at her clit as he continued pushing in and out of her. “Come for me, Bevin.”
“I’m almost there,” she panted as fireworks burst behind her closed eyes. She didn’t care if he told her to keep them opened. She couldn’t help the shudder of emotion that welled up in her. Never had she experienced a wildly erotic moment in her office or an orgasm like this, ever. He held her tight so she wouldn’t slide off the bar. He kissed up her neck to her ear whispering things to her she could barely hear. The hand that had helped him bring her over the edge fell limply to her side.
When her heart rate returned to a normal rhythm, she slowly opened her eyes to look at him. He stood before her with a slight knowing grin on his face.
She allowed him to help her down from the bar, not moving too far away from her. Their bodies slid against each other and he looked down on her state of dress. Her nipples immediately reacted, pressing against their constraints. He moved a thumb briefly over them. She swatted at his hand and pulled her jacket closed and her skirt down over her garter. He frowned as she tried to cover up.
“You will pay for that, Mr. Stewart,” she said, pushing away from him. “You distracted me from my mission.” She could all but hear the smile that broke across his face. She turned her back to him while buttoning her jacket. When she was sure she looked decent again, she turned back to him. With his tall muscled frame leaning against the bar, he waited until she was fully focused on him before he slipped the two digits he had buried deep in her wetness just seconds before into his mouth and sucked them clean. She couldn’t help but lick her lips. She wanted to kiss him and taste her own essence on him. Arousal coursed through her body as his mouth sucked and licked every bit of her clean from his fingers. All while he stared at her with piercing blue eyes.
“Delicious.”
The simple word caused her body to tremble and her nerve endings to shatter. This man would be something else in bed…and she wanted every ounce of him.
Chapter 19
He handed her a glass of wine as they stood on his deck amongst stars and warm evening air.
“Your home is amazing, Jaxon.” She took a sip of Chardonnay, staring at her surroundings and taking in the ambience.
“Thank you,” he said, coming to stand before her. “A toast?” he asked, lifting his glass to hers. “To...this,” he said, meeting her hooded gaze.
“To what?” she asked, waiting for him to finish.
“To whatever this is growing between us. I am excited to see what happens.”
She clinked glasses with him and he took a sip of the golden liquid. He licked his lips and she watched his tongue run over his upper and lower lips.
“What’s wrong, baby?” he asked, stepping toward her. She ran a thumb over his lower lip and gasped lightly when his tongue came back out to run over the pad of her thumb. “I would love to lick something else,” he said quietly.
She closed her eyes loving the way his rough tongue felt against her. An image of Jaxon between her legs crept into her mind. “That is a tantalizing image.”
“I could be talking about a world of things; a lollipop, ice cream…,” he teased.
She laughed. “Yes, I suppose you could.”
“I favor chocolate.”
“You do, do you?”
“Yes, so sweet and creamy on my tongue. You know, melts in my mouth… and my hands.” He ran a hand over her ass, pushing her closer to him.
She sipped her wine and watched his lips as he spoke. “You know all the right things to say, don’t you?”
“I see what I want, so I say what I’m thinking.”
“Yes, you’ve been very vocal thus far.”
“I’m trying to get the prize.”
“You’ve already had me. Twice.”
“I want more than just that, Bevin. I want all of you as a package. I want to get to know you. I want you by my side. I want you in my bed, in my arms.” He lowered his head and claimed her lips. She didn’t know if it was the wine that made her feel heady and dizzy, but she had a good idea what it was. This man standing before her wanted her and she wanted him, just as much.
He took the glass from her hands and sat it on the table. She ran her hand up his arms, over his shoulder and around his neck pulling him to continue what they had started. He explored the contours of her mouth with his tongue, and she savored the taste of him. His hands cupped her ass, closing what little distance was left between their bodies. She felt his hard length pressed at her stomach. “We should head in before we give the neighbors a show,” she suggested.
“You aren’t into voyeurism?” He smiled.
She smirked at him. “Jax, are you serious?”
He lifted her chin, taking her mouth once again. She moaned her pleasure. “I was only teasing, baby. I’m not sharing you with my neighbors. Trust me.”
She thought about the dream she had of him on her roof. She blushed and looked out beyond his house to the dark yard and trees that surrounded them. “They can’t see us anyway.” She laughed nervously.
“I was only teasing.”
“Let’s be adventurous, Jax.” She placed her hands on his belt buckle. “Every woman in this cul-de-sac will be so jealous.”
“Every man will want you though,” he said, unbuttoning her jacket for the third time that day.
“I don’t want anyone else’s man.” She tensed thinking of her past. She’d been there and made that mistake with Robert. She wouldn’t again.
“I know you don’t, beautiful. Tell me what you want, Bevin. I will move mountains for you, baby.”
She tucked her hands in the waist of his jeans and slid them down over his ass. “I want you, Jaxon.”
“I’ve been waiting for you to say those words.”
“You know how difficult it is for me to open up.”
“I don’t want things to be difficult with me, Bevin. We can take things however fast or slow you want. Just so I’m going at some pace with you, I’m good with it.”
“Just bear with me. I know tonight… I’m willing, I’m wanting…” Her whispered confession turned into a slow dance of limbs and the shedding of clothes, naked skin and sensual kisses. She wanted him now more than any other man in her life. She was done fighting her feelings for him and ready to give into what could be. She would give herself to him whole heartily wherever and however he wanted it. She would open for him right here on this deck, if that is what made him hot because his undoing would be hers.
“I don’t share well,” he said, taking in the sight of her naked body on his deck. I don’t want any other man looking at you. He took her hand and pulled her into his house.
“My clothes—” She tried to slow their retreat from his deck, following behind him with little choice.
“We will get them later.”
He pulled her naked body to his. She felt every contour and every crevice of his hard body against hers. “The way your body feels against me is driving me crazy, love. You feel too damn good. Why are you so sexy?” He ran his fingertips down her body over her curves setting every inch of her aflame from his gentle touch.
“Please, J
axon.” She hated to beg but with every caress, he was pushing her dangerously close to her breaking point.
“Tell me, baby, do you like that?”
“Yes, I do, but…but…”
“What, honey? Tell me.”
“Where is your bedroom?”
His lips curled into a smile against her neck where his mouth slowed a relentless kissing and nipping at her delicate flesh.
“Upstairs. You want to see it?”
“Not as much as I want to see you and me in your bed.” There was that husky tone that was so unfamiliar again. He pulled this out of her every time.
He hoisted her up so her legs wrapped around him. “Hold on.” He carried them both up his flight of stairs down a hallway and into a large bedroom. Bevin saw flashes of pictures and walls and carpet before she landed on a soft surface she knew was his bed, soft and heavenly against her naked back. She scooted back until she found pillows. He followed her on hands and knees like a jungle cat after his prey.
“Where are you going, baby? There is no running now.”
“I’m not running,” she said, her voice not holding authority in her whimper. He stopped at her ankle lifting it to his lips. One leg in the air and one slightly bent against the bed had left her open to him. He eyed her womanhood and licked his lips. Working his way up her leg to her knee, he lowered his head and continued his journey kissing at her inner thigh.
Her clit pulsated in anticipation. You’re next.
She savored his heated kisses against her. When he reached the corner of her inner leg and her mons, she was writhing in anticipation. He was enjoying this little torture game and she knew it. “What’s wrong, baby?” he asked against her mound.
“You know what you are doing to me, Jaxon. Are you enjoying driving me out of my mind?”
“I like you opened and ready for me. You’re so wet, Bevin. Yes, I’m enjoying every last bit of you.” He lowered his head and dragged his tongue from her opening to her clit a slow torturous trail that had her panting as he drew the tip around her. “Mmm. I knew you’d taste good. The taste of you on my fingers wasn’t enough.” He took her sensitive bud in his mouth and rolled it between his tongue and his top lip teasing and sucking.
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