carried me to the bed. Wrapping my legs around him, I hooked my arms around his neck and brought him down with me when he lowered me to the mattress.
Since he was still in his thin swimming trunks, I could feel every inch of him as his weight settled on top of me—every one of the too many inches hiding beneath the fabric as well.
Writhing when he ground his bulge against me, I shoved my hands into his hair and wrapped my fingers into the silky strands. Pleasured moans spilled out of me unabated, and my entire body was clenched in anticipation.
Jaxon slowed our kiss before lifting his head only an inch or so away from mine, propping himself up on his elbows placed on either side of me. He stared into my eyes with a look so intense and filled with desire that my hips arched against his without any input from my brain.
He hissed out a restrained noise before shaking his head at me. “Just hold up a second.”
“Why?” Doubt bloomed deep inside me, and I flicked my gaze to the side, unable to look at him when I realized I’d effectively just thrown myself at him. Maybe I’d completely misjudged what was going on between us. It was entirely possible with my track record. “It’s okay if you don’t want this.”
He let out a dark chuckle and brought his forefinger and thumb up to my chin, pushing my face back up so I was looking into his eyes again. At the same time, he thrust his hips forward and his eyes momentarily rolled back into his head. “Does that feel like I don’t want this? I’m only asking for a second to check in with you.”
“Why?” I stared up at him, and he must’ve seen something in my gaze that tipped him off to the conflicting feelings inside me. “I practically threw myself at you. Why would you feel the need to check in with me?”
“You didn’t throw yourself at me. You opened the door. I was the one who came to you.” He tapped my chin before kissing the tip of my nose. “I feel the need to check in with you because I’m not a total prick. The last thing I want to do is take advantage of you if you’re feeling vulnerable. Maybe you just wanted to tease me by coming out in your underwear, or maybe you’d put it on to sleep in and were only coming out to get a glass of water.”
“Do you really believe that?”
“Nope.” He smirked before tracing the line of my cheekbone with his thumb. “But I’d rather ask before I do something you’re going to regret.”
“I won’t regret it, but if you don’t want to…” I closed my eyes, feeling the first stings of rejection when his weight suddenly disappeared from me.
My body still ached for him, but disappointment washed over me until I heard the tell-tale rip of velcro and the faint rustling of clothes. When my eyes flew open, I nearly moaned at the sight I was greeted with.
Jaxon was standing at the foot of the bed naked. His eyes were hooded and almost completely black as he stared at me, lying with my legs still spread on the mattress in front of him.
He had his palm wrapped around his impressive length as his gaze drank me in from head to toe and back again. I watched him stroke himself slowly, noticing the wetness seeping from his tip and how fucking erotic it was to see my inked-up fake husband doing what he was. My teeth sank into my lower lip but I couldn’t hold back my moan.
“Does this look like I don’t want to?” he ground out when he brought his eyes back to mine. “I’ve wanted to get inside you since I saw you for the very first time.”
“When I was bawling my eyes out?” My brows swept up.
He nodded. “You’re gorgeous, Linds. Fucking hot, even when you’re crying.”
“It’s official. You have massive issues.” Even so, my core tightened and my clit was begging to be touched.
Jaxon noticed when my hand twitched toward it, a low growl ripping from his chest. “Nope. I just have a massive hard-on for you. Is it safe to say we’ve settled that we’re both sure about this?”
“Yes,” I breathed as he released himself and lowered down to his knees before grabbing hold of mine. “What are you doing?”
“What does it look like I’m doing?” Closing his long