“How did you know there was a street carnival today?” she asked as she dropped the bear to one side of the room and fell back on the couch.
“I didn’t.” He smiled at her as he shrugged his shoulders. “But this is Las Vegas, baby. Anything is possible here.”
“Thanks for giving me a wonderful experience,” she said, looking at him and hoping he could see in her eyes how much she meant that.
“Pleasure was all mine, Kayla.”
For a moment they both looked at each other, the silence not really awkward. Just rife with a million unspoken words.
“I never got a teddy bear before,” Kayla finally broke the silence as she tore her gaze away from him to look at the cute monstrosity just a few feet away.
“I never won one for anyone before either.” Jaxon chuckled. “Hell, I used to think it was impossible to win one of those.”
“Guess I was your good luck charm then.”
“Yeah, I guess you were.” He reached for the mustache and tore it off, along with the sideburns, grimacing slightly as he did.
Kayla glanced at the closed windows to see her reflection and smiled at it. “I guess I should go wash this off now.”
“I don’t know. I think you look really pretty with that wig on.” He waggled his eyebrows, and Kayla laughed out loud.
“I do not; the wig doesn’t really fit the shape of my face. Besides, I think I look better as myself than a cheap knock-off Marilyn Monroe.”
“Cheap knock-off? You better not let Hector hear you say that. I pointed out that his Cher wig was just a little too much one day, and he refused to talk to me for three weeks. I had to buy him and his posse front row tickets to see Beyoncé play for him to forgive me.” Kayla laughed so hard at that she had to rest her hands on the arm of the couch to steady herself.
Jaxon chuckled, then watched her. “But you are right, though,” he continued after her laughter had died down to a smile. “You look better as you than anyone else.”
Kayla went still, his tone affecting her more than his words did. His eyes stayed on hers for a second more, then he averted his gaze and looked straight ahead. It was clear he was doing what she wanted, giving her the space she claimed to need. Ever since the incident on that very couch, he had been nothing but a good friend to her. Talking with her, playing with her. They even wrote two songs together, and sometimes Kayla was amazed by how easily the words came when she wrote with him. Their stage performance had been electric, evidenced by his soaring album sales and the frantic increase in the pre-order sales of her album that was going to be dropping in just three days. He even let her have more time on the stage with him, and in their last show, he had played the guitar to accompany her on three of her solo hits. The crowd had gone wild with shouts of more renting the air. A testament to Aaron’s prediction, their fan bases both benefiting from their collaboration.
It also meant that rumors of a relationship between them were gaining even more and more steam in the tabloids, and Addy made sure to work it as hard as she could. Yet, even as Kayla found more and more ways to avoid giving a direct answer to the question of the status of her relationship, she didn’t need to worry about having that dilemma. She knew she was nothing more than a friend to Jaxon. She would hear him return back to the bus from his nightly jaunts and have to bite her pillow to keep the tears at bay. The smell of alcohol and perfume on his clothes the next day the most torturous of smells. And that one time she saw an unopened pack of condoms in his pocket, it was the most painful experience of her life. And she had to smile at him later that night as he made his way out, telling him in a cheery voice to stay out of jail or she wouldn’t come bail him out. Then as soon as he was gone, she had grabbed a bottle of wine from the fridge and gotten drunk.
But in all this, Kayla reminded herself that it was for the best. Telling herself all the reasons why a lonely heart was better than a broken one. But looking at him now, sitting across from her, she wondered why all those reasons suddenly didn’t seem enough. She was taking a flight back to New York tomorrow morning to finalize the preparations for her album. But tonight, for just one night, Kayla wanted him to fill the loneliness with his touch, fill the ache with pleasure.
“Jaxon,” she called out to him, turning to him and pushing back all the warning bells in her head.
“What is it?” he asked her, slowly meeting her gaze.
“I want you to kiss me,” she declared bluntly, and when he sat still in shock and caution, she decided to take matters into her own hands. She leaned in and covered his lips with hers, her tongue licking the seam of them as an electric current of pleasure rushed through her. He gave her about a second, and then Jaxon’s hands were on her shoulders as he pushed her to the couch and took control of the kiss.
Parting her lips, Kayla’s tongue peeked out as his licked over the lower curve of her mouth. Her hands first pressed against his shirt and then moved to the buttons holding the material together. Clumsy, fumbling, Kayla struggled with the too-tiny discs until, finally, the last one came free, revealing the hard contours of his chest and the light mat of dark blond curls that tempted her fingers.
Pushing back, she stared up at him, and Jaxon had no idea what was causing his chest to tighten. His body hardened with such feeling that making sense of it was impossible.
“Jaxon,” she whispered, her hands tightening on the material of his shirt, trying to still the trembling he’d glimpsed.
There was a need in her eyes, a hunger he couldn’t decipher.
Her lips trembled before she stilled them, but she couldn’t erase the unconscious plea in her gaze, which she had no idea she was showing him.
“Whatever you want, Kayla,” he said, his lips brushing against hers. He saw her pupils flare, watching the lust, seeing some deeper, darker emotion he couldn’t allow himself to acknowledge in the dark sea-green of her eyes.
Clenching his fingers over the curve of her ass, feeling the muscles tighten beneath his hold, had him fighting the need to take her as fast and as hard as possible.
But it wouldn’t be enough, Jaxon knew. It wouldn’t be enough for him, because he could sense what she was silently aching for, feel it in the tightening of his chest, though he was unaware of exactly what it was.
“Kayla,” he said. “You drive me crazy in so many ways I’m afraid to even begin to name them.”
She licked her lips, the sight of her little pink tongue tasting them tightening his balls. Her breathing accelerated, her breasts rising and falling beneath the light, silky material of her white, sleeveless blouse. Her gaze turned somber then, a flash of uncertainty sparking deep in the pretty green orbs.
Jaxon lowered his lips to her ear again, caressing the curve of the delicate shell as he spoke.
“Are you sure you want this? Last chance to pull away now and stop this.” He stared down at her, and Kayla knew it was no empty threat. But rather than scare her, it got her excited and frantic. She arched against him, her head tilting to the side to give him greater access to the flesh beneath her ear as he continued kissing the soft curve.
“Please, Jaxon.” She shook her head, and he could see the uncertainty, the hesitancy raging inside her.
“Do you trust me, Kayla?” he asked, kissing the corner of her lips. “Do you trust me enough to let go?”
Her lips trembled, and she nodded her head. There were no tears in her eyes, and the need was only growing, burning hotter inside her.
“Jaxon.” Uncertainty filled her voice.
Lifting his hand, his fingers touched her cheek, his thumb brushing against her lips. “Yes, baby?”
“I need to feel . . . I want you to make me feel . . .” She went quiet, searching for the words, then gasped when his head came down and his lips covered hers as he made her feel. Nipping at her plump, kiss-swollen lips, Jaxon let his kisses move along her chin, her cheek, then begin a slow, sensual glide to the uplifted peaks of her breasts. Her head tilted back against the wall, her breath rushing h
ard and heavy from her lips as he scraped his teeth over the sensitive column, then tasted it with flicks of his tongue. Every kiss, every taste of her flesh intoxicated him further, just as it pulled her deeper within the sensual fog he could feel overtaking her.
Then she felt his hand clutch at the hems of her clothes and jumped up to help him get them off. The wig came off along with her shirt. Her pants followed, and very quickly, all her clothes were on the floor, and she was kneeling naked on the couch. Not satisfied with being the only one nude, she reached for his belt, and together they removed all his clothes, her hands staying too long on the thick expanse of his chest as he pulled his pants down. She was curious about the organ between his legs but forced herself to look into his eyes instead as he kissed her once more.
Then he lifted his head and looked down at her. “I think we should take this inside,” he said, and before she could wrap her head around what he was saying, she felt him slide his hands under her body.
Jaxon swept her into his arms, cradled her against his chest, and moved towards her room. Laying her in the middle of the mattress, he didn’t give her time to think or time to reconsider. He wasn’t about to give her a chance to protest. Not that protesting even entered her mind once he’d touched her. Kayla watched him standing over her through passion-heavy lashes as her fingers curled in the sheets beneath her, and she glanced at the hard, heavy length of his cock.
Engorged and dark, the mushroomed crest throbbed, a bead of warmth shimmering at the centered slit before he gripped the flesh and stroked his hand down it. She suddenly felt the urge to have him in her mouth, taste him, feel the bruising hardness of his shaft as it stroked in and out between her lips. She licked and glanced up to catch him watching her with a sensual gaze. She saw it in his eyes that he knew her thoughts, knew she ached for him. He stroked the hard flesh again, his gaze narrowed on her, and his eyes burning with lust. She let her fingers play against her stomach, where her hand had rested after he’d lain her on the mattress. She scraped her nails back and forth over the soft skin, her breath catching at the piercing pleasure that shuddered through her. This only happened with Jaxon. She couldn’t give herself this much pleasure, not without his touch as well. And she knew no other man could even come close.
“So damned pretty,” he groaned, sending a flood of warmth washing through her. “I’ve never seen anything prettier than you, especially when you’re flushed with pleasure and aching for my touch.”
How the hell was she supposed to hold on to any self-control, let alone any part of her soul, when he said things like that?
Then it didn’t matter. Jaxon reached out, his fingers touching hers, easing them aside; then he ran the tips over her stomach as she had done.
And it was so good.
So good and so hot, causing her to arch to him, to whimper for more. More of his touches, his kisses, whatever the hell he wanted to give her.
Her fingers clenched in the sheets beneath her as he ran just the tips of two fingers along the parting of the bare folds of her sex. Finding the small triangle above her clit and brushing his fingers against the curls there, his diabolically knowing fingers also brushed the softest caress against her swollen clit.
“So wet and ready for me,” he whispered, his head lowering to nip at her thigh. “And I can’t wait to taste the softest treat I’ve ever had between my lips.”
And she couldn’t help but watch. She wanted to watch.
Pushing her weight to her elbows and staring down her body, Kayla observed as he delivered a gentle, light-as-air kiss to her swollen clit.
And nearly made her come.
Her hips jerked toward his mouth in response, desperate to hold him to her, to rush over the climactic cliff she could feel awaiting her.
“Don’t tease me,” she whispered desperately.
“Now why would I do that?” he questioned her with such patently false innocence that she knew he would do exactly that. “Why would I think of making you ache without giving you any release?” he taunted her.
“You are punishing me for the last time, aren’t you?” she said, panting and catching his gaze as he looked at her through the thick, spiked lashes that nearly covered his eyes.
“Hmm,” was the only response she got before his head lowered again and his tongue swiped through the narrow slit of her pussy.
Kayla fell back, unable to support her weight any longer, even to watch what he was doing to her.
Because it was so good.
It was incredibly good.
His tongue licked in one long stroke through the sensitive flesh, caressing nerve endings that had never been so sensitive, so responsive. Her knees lifted and bent, her feet pressing into the mattress as she thrust her hips to the tormenting lick of his tongue. It flicked through the parting of her folds, probing at her tender clit, then moved to the saturated entrance of her pussy.
Just when she thought he would impale the aching flesh with his tongue, he pulled back. Tormenting her, teasing her, he flicked a heated lick through the sensitive folds once again. Probing tastes led his tongue to the burning nub of her center, and he caressed the swollen bundle with flicks that threatened to have her begging in far less than the aforementioned five minutes.
Hell, forget begging, she would be crying. Screaming.
“Jaxon. Oh God, don’t tease me like this,” she moaned brokenly, her head twisting against the sheets as her hands gripped his hair, holding tight just in case he decided to move or to stop. Oh God, what would she do if he stopped? She didn’t think she would be able to bear it.
Rather than answering, Jaxon let a low groan rumble from his throat vibrate against her clit as she cried out again, her body straining to get closer to his teasing tongue.
She couldn’t even close her legs or escape the deliberately taunting licks. His hands were flat against her inner thighs, holding them apart, creating the space he needed to drive her crazy with his touch.
Flashpoints of incredible pleasure reverberated through her pussy, traveling in quick zaps to her core with sensual little explosions that didn’t even come close to release.
“Oh God, please,” she moaned as he licked down the narrow slit. The taunting licks and kisses moved to the clenched opening of her vagina again. There, he rubbed at it with the flat of his tongue until every cell in her body was poised in anticipation. She needed his tongue doing what it was supposed to do there. He was supposed to push it inside the painfully needy flesh and use it to stroke her to release.
And he could, so easily.
Pulsing, painfully clenched, her inner muscles throbbed with the need to be stroked, stretched, and fucked. She needed it until she felt poised on a pinpoint of agonizing lust.
But did he do anything to relieve it?
Did he even try to ease the need burning through her?
Oh, hell no.
With his tongue still flattened between the plump folds, he licked back to her clit then surrounded the little bud with his lips and gave it deep, erotic kisses that almost — just almost — threw her over that edge.
“Damn you!” she cried out as he eased back to lay several kisses along the slick, soaked folds.
She couldn’t stand it.
Panting, she strained to get closer to him, to convince him to give her just a second of what she needed. Just one, hard, licking thrust — his tongue surging inside the fluttering, gripping tissue.
“Oh my God. Jaxon yes, oh my God—” Sensation exploded inside her, tossing her into a chaotic wave of incredible pleasure. Her hips tilted, lifted, desperate for the deepest touch possible. Just as quickly as he thrust inside her, his tongue retreated.
A quick little thrust, the barest taste of her, and then he was gone.
Completely.
Her eyes opened quickly, staring down her body as his head lifted, his gaze catching hers.
His lips were swollen, damp from her juices, and as she watched, he licked them with sensual enjoyment. The sapphire in hi
s gaze flared as though in response to the taste of her.
“What are you trying to do to me?” she whispered. Her entire body was burning and all too aware of him as he lay between her thighs.
“Making you feel,” he replied before he lowered his head between her legs once more. The feel of Jaxon’s tongue pushing inside her, licking against the delicate walls of her pussy, sent desperate, aching surges of sensation racing through her. Kayla swore she would die if she didn’t come. If he didn’t make the throbbing ache ease, she was going to die.
Reaching, lifting to him, a strangled cry tearing from her throat, she was certain, so certain she would fly straight into that abyss of rapture if he would just speed up the licking thrusts a little. Just a little—
That body-clenching, flaming, complete-destruction-of-the-mind pleasure that she’d only found in Jaxon’s arms had to be within reach.
It was right there.
“Jaxon, please!” she gasped, fighting to twist in the grip he had on her hips, tortured, desperate to meet the chaos reaching out for her.
And still, it remained just out of reach.
Torturing her.
Teasing her with that elusive promise of rapture. Hinting at the burning pleasure that was becoming more addictive to her than any drink or drug could ever be.
Just as quickly as she was pushed to that brutal edge, his tongue retreated, his lips leaving the desperate ache between her thighs as he rose between them.
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