the thought that we really did have only hours left. I was about to try maneuvering myself around to face him so I could do both at the same time when his hands came around my waist.
He dragged his fingertips over every part of my torso but avoided my breasts like the plague. Chills—the good kind—raced across my skin and left gooseflesh and raised hairs in the wake of his skilled hands.
Letting my head drop back against his shoulder, I planted my hands on his thick thighs on either side of my legs. I ran my fingers along the corded muscle I found there, feeling him growing even harder against the small of my back.
I moaned when one of his hands traveled lower, delivering the gentlest of brushes against my core while the other traced the underside of my breast. In response, my own fingers went higher on his legs until I felt the very top of them.
We built each other up as if we had all the time in the world. As if this really was our honeymoon and this was only the first night. Our soft moans and gasps mingled in the steamy air, the only sounds except for the occasional mumbling of my name or his.
Once the water was cool but my blood was boiling, we got out of the tub. Jaxon held up a thick bath towel and patted me dry everywhere but at the dripping apex of my thighs. I did the same to him, but I’d admit to copping a feel and maybe giving him a stroke or two as I worked around his raging erection.
The thing looked downright angry, but I wasn’t afraid of its wrath. Might even welcome it.
When we finally tumbled into bed though, he didn’t slide into me straightaway. Instead, we spent more time exploring each other with our hands and mouths until he gritted his teeth and let out an almost pained groan.
“I need you now,” he grunted, tapping my shoulder to get me to release the steel rod his cock had turned into from my mouth. “I can’t take anymore.”
“Thank fuck. I was there ages ago.” I climbed on top of him.
He used one hand to cup my cheek as he brought his lips to mine, the other on my hip as he guided me down. I took his length greedily, faster than the rest of the evening had gone, but I didn’t hear any complaints from him. We kissed each other with such passion that it was like we were trying to share our souls with one another.
I didn’t know about him, but I certainly felt branded when we fell apart holding each other and swallowing each other’s moans without stopping our kisses time and time again. Well, I fell apart many more times than he did, but he always seemed to regain his strength faster than I’d have anticipated and was ready for me.
It had to be the early hours of the morning before we fell to the mattress in a tangled heap. Our skin was damp even though the air-conditioning was on, and my limbs were trembling so much that I let him handle our landing.
Jaxon rolled onto his back with his strong arms still holding me. I landed with my head on his chest, listening to the erratic beats of his heart slowly returning to normal.
His fingers burrowed into my hair, twining around the long strands before he brushed through them. It was a strangely soothing gesture, and after the intensity of what had just happened between us, I’d never been more tempted to ruin a moment.
I wanted to talk to him more than anything about whether he thought we might have a future together, but this moment seemed so fragile, so precious, that as tempted as I was to break my silence, I swallowed the words down and pressed a kiss to his bare skin instead.
“I don’t want to say goodbye tomorrow,” I whispered, settling for telling him the simplest, most important part of the truth.
In the morning before we went our separate ways, I would tell him the rest. I would let him know how I felt, and then I would go the airport. Hopefully, there would be time to get his take on the matter as well.
If there wasn’t, at least I’d know I’d said my piece. I wouldn’t have to live with the what-ifs, and I’d be able to plan my immediate future accordingly. None of that had to happen