23
Savannah
Jaxson’s eyes dilated at my bare flesh, and he grasped my jeans and dragged them the rest of the way off.
“Fuck,” he whispered, dropping my clothes, staring at my nakedness. “You’re going to be the end of me, Savy.”
Without taking his eyes off me, he reached over and turned on the water in the walk-in shower beside us.
Desire pulsed off him, and I couldn’t ignore the bulge in his pants. Licking my lips, I cast him a vixen smile. “I hope not. There are so many things I want to do to you.”
Gripping the bottom of his shirt, I tugged it up over his head and threw it to the ground.
“Show me,” he growled, pulling me off the counter in a swift movement.
I fumbled with the button of his jeans and slid them off, my need burning when I took in his naked body. He must have seen the lust in my eyes, because when I looked up, he had a devilish grin on his face.
Then he pulled me to him, unclipping my bra and slipping off the straps as he trailed kisses down my neck. The bra dropped to the floor, and he palmed one of my breasts, taking the other in his mouth. I gasped when he grazed my nipple with his teeth, and then his hand moved down my stomach, dipping between my thighs.
“Savy…” he growled, feeling the slickness at my center. He gripped my ass cheeks, and with a single motion, he hiked me up to his hips.
He stepped into the shower, still holding me, and I gasped as gloriously hot water rushed over my back.
But all I could think of was his hard length pressed against my tummy, and I couldn’t help but move against it. The emptiness ached inside me, begging to be filled.
“Please, Jax,” I whispered.
“Please what?” He nipped my ear, sending flames down my neck.
“Take me.”
Greed flashed through his eyes, and he obeyed. His mouth claimed mine, his touch hard and urgent. I met his kisses with equal measure, my nails digging into his back as I pulled him closer, needing to close the distance between us.
I gasped as he pressed my back to the cold tile, and then a moan slipped from my mouth when he reached around and his fingers slipped inside of me. My hips bucked against his hand as his thumb rubbed me just where I needed him to. “More,” I rasped.
He lifted my hips and positioned his length at my center. I whimpered as he pushed into me, slowly, nudging himself deeper.
My God.
Pain and pleasure arced through me, and the world and all its problems faded away.
I had been running for so long, I’d lost all sense of direction. I’d been stumbling and hurtling through life, just trying to keep both feet moving. But finally, I’d found the thing I’d been running toward all along.
“I need you, Jax,” I whispered. “Not for this moment, or tonight. But every moment that’s going to come after.”
He pressed his forehead against mine. “I’m yours. I always have been.”
I knew then that we would only be complete together.
I began moving my hips against him. With a shudder, he growled low, then pulled out and slammed into me. I dragged my fingers down his back, tugging him to me, desperate to join our bodies.
How had the fates known exactly what I needed, and who I needed to pull me from the darkness? Whatever happened next outside the walls of Jaxson’s penthouse didn’t matter. He had restored my faith in one thing, at least: someone, somewhere was looking out for me, and there was a plan for us.
Bracing one arm against the tile, the other on my hip, Jaxson fell into a rough rhythm, our bodies slick and moving in tandem. He fucked me hard, and I met each thrust, needing more. I was more synchronized with him than I’d ever been. My fears and doubts melted away, and soon, nothing existed but the two of us, complete in each other. Every movement we made left me with no doubt that I was made for his arms, and that he was made for me.
How had I ever run from this?
I kissed him with everything I had, claiming him as my own.
I tried to hold on, preserving this moment for as long as I could, but pleasure swelled until I couldn’t resist it any longer.
I split apart.
My back arched off the wet tile, my vision darkening as flames ripped through me. Jaxson grunted and thrust deeply, rocking into me as a roar tore from his throat and his muscles flexed.
He buried his face in my neck, our bodies heaving as we came back down together. “My gods,” he said gruffly, a hint of astonishment in his voice.
My godswas right.
Every muscle in my body was weak and quaking, but just being next to him gave me the strength I needed.
He pressed gentle kisses along my jaw, and I felt his smile against my skin. “You’re mine, Savy.”
“And you are mine.” I turned my head and found his lips, and we kissed, long and slow. No longer desperate, but savoring every sensation.
This man. He was everything.