He picked me up again and wrapped his arms tightly around me, situating me against the wall again, kissing me softly as he grinded his hard length against me. Thank God he was holding me or I wouldn’t have been able to stand on my own. I moaned in his mouth at the feel of him rubbing me gently. I was drenched by the time he slowly eased himself inside.
His lips brushed my own. We were breathing too heavily to concentrate on kissing. I opened my eyes and watched the pleasure sweep his face as he rocked in and out, slowly and surely.
“Look at me,” I whispered. I was desperate to feel the connection and have it solidified between us.
When he did, my chest bloomed at the venerating love in his eyes. I rested my forehead against his, breathing his air, sharing the pleasure that rioted between us. He eventually lowered us down onto the thick carpeted ground, with his back against the wall and me astride him.
He bunched my hair in his hand, and squeezed at my hip with the other while we moved.
“Don’t leave me,” he panted against my neck, moving faster into me.
“I won’t,” I promised, gripping him tighter as if to emphasize I meant it with every bit of me.
“You’re mine. Mine. Tell me you’re mine.” My chest ached at the desperation in his voice, seeping out of him even while he was in pleasure.
“I’m yours.” I kissed him fervently and he pushed his tongue into my mouth, seeking and taking what he could. He moved forward and rested me on my back and thrilled me to no end, prolonging the peak by teasing and nipping and roaming his hands up and down my body.
I raked my nails down his back, cupped his ass, and begged him to get me there because I couldn’t hold back any longer. This euphoria I felt – so mind blowing and sensational – left me thoroughly spent. Our skin was moist, our hair damp, our breathing hard and strenuous. He was still on top of me, still in me even long after we’d caught our breaths. He pulled his face away from my neck where he’d rested it and looked down at me.
“Tell me you’re mine again,” he demanded quietly.
“I’m yours,” I obliged, stroking his wet hair.
“Then you’re not leaving me.”
“I already told you I’m not.”
“I won’t let you.” He gulped back an emotion, and his eyes went red. “Sara, I don’t… I don’t think I’d be able to survive you leaving me again.”
“I’m yours, Jaxon. I’m not going anywhere.”
“And this Daniel guy, I know I said some bad things about him –”
“I ended it today,” I interrupted him.
His eyes brightened. “Really?”
“Yeah, it wasn’t fair to string him along when you own my heart completely.”
He kissed me urgently. “I’ll be damned if I see you with another guy again.” Then a thought swept his face and his eyebrows bunched. “How many men were there after me?”
“Does it matter?”
“No, but I want to know.”
“Just Daniel.”
He liked the sound of that, and he let out a breath that he’d held in after he’d asked. He finally eased out of me and tucked me into his side. I hardly cared we were completely nude in an empty bedroom on the floor. My old bedroom, actually, and now it sort of comforted me that it wasn’t all bad memories associated with it.
Sometime later, my phone rang and Jaxon, nearest to it, grabbed it and looked at the screen display. To my surprise, he picked up.
“Hello, Lexi,” he said, giving me a wink. “Indeed it is me, and you’re doing what you do best: intruding on my time with my woman.” He listened in for a moment and then laughed softly. “Is that right? I had no idea. Well, she vaguely may have said something along those lines, but it’s nice hearing it from another mouth.”
I watched him chat with Lexi with a relaxed smile on my face, wondering what on earth she was feeding him. I felt so rejuvenated, so full of life, all thanks to Jaxon’s forgiveness, and big heart, pulling me back from a lonely abyss.
“Well, I’ll let her know. You should come down and see us. I’m not letting her out of my sight. No way in hell. See ya, Lexi.” He threw the phone behind him and resumed cuddling me.
“What was that all about?” I asked curiously.
“Lexi was being a good information filler.”
“About?”
“About how miserable you’ve been without me.” He grinned giddily at this.
“I’m glad you find my misery amusing.”
“No,” he disagreed. “Not amusing at all, but I’m glad I wasn’t the only one suffering. Anyway, she wanted to know when you intended on returning.”
“I suppose that’s when you told her I wasn’t.”
“Absolutely.”
I laughed. “You know, I do have to go back.”
“Nope, you’re not leaving my sight.”
“Since when have you been all possessive?”
“Since you left me.”
My smile faded. “I loved who you were before, Jaxon. I never meant to hurt you. You were perfect.”
He stroked my arm as he considered my words. “I have changed,” he finally said quietly. “I can’t help the change, but it’s there, and… there are things you need to know about me now. You have to give me your word you’re in for the long haul.”
“Shouldn’t I know what it is first?”
“Would it make a difference?” He looked worried as he regarded me seriously.
I gulped and shook my head. “No, I’m here for the long haul.”
“No matter what?” Jesus, what was he referring to?
“No matter what.” I said it without hesitation, and he relaxed significantly. Only I would be lying if I said I wasn’t hesitant on the inside. In fact, I was trembling like mad at the thought of how serious this might be on us. Lucinda had hinted at his nature and some unsettling things. The first night I’d slept in her home she’d told me it wasn’t the first time he’d come home in a bloodied shirt.
Just what exactly was Jaxon involved in?
Now it was his phone that rang, jostling me back to the present. He grabbed his jeans and pulled the phone out of his pocket. Looking down at the screen, he sighed in irritation and answered. “Yeah?” Listening for a moment, he looked thoroughly inconvenienced and said, “On my way.”
“Who was that?” I asked after he hung up.
“Business,” he muttered. Grabbing my hand, he kissed my palm and sat up. “Time to get up and get going. I can take you to my apartment. It’s in the center of town–”
“Where are you going?” I interrupted.
“I gotta talk to my business partner.”
“Is that all you’re going to tell me after your little ‘long haul’ spiel?” I raised a brow questionably.
He was deeply thoughtful as he threw on his shirt. He prolonged answering me, putting on my own shirt like I was a child. I watched him until he was fully dressed, and until he fully dressed me.
“I love you,” I suddenly sputtered out. “No matter what.”
He rested a chaste kiss on my lips and inhaled sharply. “There’s no sense in delaying this then. I’ll take you to meet the guys.”