“I can’t think straight,” I whisper as he nibbles on my lip.
Releasing my hands, he wraps his arms around me from behind, grasping my shoulders and holding me in place as his thrusting grows more frenzied.
“Oh god.” Moaning into his ear, I grip the strands of his short hair, needing an anchor. My body grows weightless, and stars dance in my eyes as he pounds into my core.
Light.
Hard.
Soft.
More. I need more.
“Jaxson,” I breathe out as my body illuminates. “Please.” I don’t know what I’m begging for.
“This pussy is so fucking tight. I should have never been able to fit. You know what that means, don’t you?” I shake my head no as he glances at me. “You were made for me.” Smiling at the idea, I find I like it very much.
“It’s too much… Too big.” The feelings building inside of me are overwhelming.
“No, sunshine, it’s just right,” he grunts, leaning down to suck a nipple into his mouth, which must have a straight line of pleasure to my sex because everything explodes, and I scream.
My ears ring. My vision grows dark. My body feels like it’s flying.
The more he touches me, sliding one hand up and down my side until he hooks one leg into his elbow, the more I want to cry from the intensity of my pleasure. Everything is so sensitive. I feel like I’m fire, and only Jaxson can extinguish me, but he’s building the flames higher with each ragged thrust of his hips.
“I’m not wearing a condom,” he grunts, and I realize I never thought about it.
“I’m not on the pill,” I confess.
That seems to set him off before either of us can make a clear decision because his body bucks violently, and I swear he plants the head of his dick in my womb because I feel him so deep inside of me that I never want him to leave.
Warmth invades every cell of my body as he continues to push deeper, dig in farther, while groaning into my neck. Our bodies are covered in sweat, and I know if a baby is conceived, I won’t regret it, and I doubt he will, either.
Because it will have been made with love.
“Jaxson.” As I whisper his name, he leans up and stares down at me, and I trace his jaw with a finger. The stubble tickles, causing me to smile. “What about your girls?”
Dropping his head with a gruff chuckle, he kisses my bare shoulder, trailing his tongue along my collarbone and up the column of my throat. “My girls have adored you since before they met you. Trust me when I say, give them a day to just spend with you, and they’ll love you more than they do me.”
“I doubt that.” But I love his optimism.
“I don’t.” His lips linger on my cheek as I feel him growing inside me again.
“We didn’t use protection, Jax,” I point out again. No reason to tempt fate.
“I remember.” His hands move down my sides to grip my hips as he begins pummeling me again.
“We don’t know each other well enough to know if– Ohhh!” My body lights up midsentence, and I can’t finish a thought.
“I do.” His voice is a flutter in my ear. “I know everything I need to know about you, and I also know I’m never, in a million fucking years, giving you up for anything.” He’s passionate, and I want to feel that as well, but I’m so scared.
Pushing himself up as he holds still, he continues, “You hear me, sunshine? I knew from the minute our eyes locked in that restaurant that you were the one for me. I was impatient before, I didn’t wait for you, and I can’t regret my girls, but fuck do I wish they had been with you instead.”
Tears prick my eyes at his words, and I don’t know what to say, so I show him wordlessly, with my body, what he means to me.
Lifting my legs higher up Jax's sides, I lock my heels together behind his back and hold him as close as I can. I never want the way he makes me feel to vanish. No matter how scared I am, I know I’ll always be safe in his arms.
Chapter 9