Saxon(18)

Is she trying to tell me something?

She walks into the kitchen ten minutes later, freshly showered. She’s wearing track pants with the word geek written on her ass and a tight white tank top. Unfortunately for me, she’s wearing a bra with it.

“They aren’t going to magically pop out no matter how much you stare at them,” she says, dragging my gaze to her face. She looks amused as she walks over to the stove to see what I’ve been working on.

“Meat,” she says, grinning.

“What’s wrong with steak?” I ask.

“Nothing,” she replies. “You’re just such a man.”

“I’m all man,” I reply, gripping her by her hips from behind and pulling her closer to me. “You still claiming there isn’t anything between us?”

She gulps. “Saxon—”

I cut her off. “Don’t try and talk yourself out of this, lawyer. Just answer yes or no.”

She turns around so her front is pressed to mine, and our gazes lock. “This isn’t a good idea.”

“You knew it was leading in this direction,” I tell her softly, gripping her chin in my palm. “Stop fighting Tee, just for once, stop fighting. There has been something between us for so long. Give in to us.”

Her bottom lip trembles as for once, she seems to be speechless. I lean forward, giving her time to push me away if she wants.

She doesn’t.

Her surrender is the sweetest feeling in the world, and I take full advantage of it.

My lips press against her soft ones, licking the seam.

Begging entrance.

She opens her mouth, and my tongue instantly finds hers.

The world disappears.

Everything except Tenielle disappears.

It’s just me and her.

My hands tangle in her hair as I push her back against the fridge door, kissing her with everything I have. She tastes of mint mixed with a sweetness that I know is all her, a taste I could get addicted to. Her hands grip my ass, surprising me. I pull back a little and smile against her slightly swollen mouth.

“I always knew it would be like this,” I murmur, my pulse racing.

“Shut up and kiss me again,” she growls, wrapping her arms around my neck and fusing our lips together once more.

Finally.

I smile against her mouth.





Chapter Eleven

Tenielle

Gripping the curved muscle of his upper arm, I let myself kiss Saxon, giving into the temptation.

He’s an amazing kisser, and I think I could do this all day.

Or night.

I suck on his bottom lip, biting it gently before pulling away.

I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything more in my life than I want him right now.

“Bedroom. Now,” I demand, feeling so damn turned on. Saxon is a lucky man right now, because I don’t think the word no is going to leave my lips, I’m that hot for him.

He’s in for a wild ride.

“I want to taste you, but we aren’t having sex,” he says, ruining my mood.

“What do you mean we aren’t having sex?” I ask, licking my lips.

“If we make love right now, afterwards you’re going to regret it and use it as a reason to push me away,” he says.

“How the f*ck do you know that?” I ask grumpily.

Sexual frustration will do that to you.

“Because, I know you. I’ve been paying attention to you for a long time, and I’m pretty sure I can guess how your mind words.”

“You f—”

He cuts off my rant of curse words with his mouth and carries me onto the couch, laying me on it and pulling down my track pants. He pauses and grins up at me. “You’re not wearing any panties.”

“I know.”

I like to be free sometimes.

“Were you hoping something might happen tonight? Easy access for me hmmmm?”

I really wish he would put his mouth to better use right now.

“Do you have a condom on you right now? Hoping you were going to get some action?” I counter.

He ignores me and dips his head down between my legs. The first lick makes my head fall back and causes my breath to leave me. Then, wanting to watch, I stare down at his dark head of hair as he tastes and licks me.

“You taste so f*cking good,” he mumbles, then gets right back to work, sucking my clit into his mouth.

He licks and tortures me until my thighs are quivering.

It’s too much, yet not enough at the same time.

It’s heaven and hell.

I soon explode, gripping onto his hair, my mouth open as wave after wave of pleasure hits me.

He lifts his head and wipes his mouth on the back of his hand, his eyes dark.

“Still sticking to the no sex thing?” I pant out, my eyes drilling into his.

His face takes on a pained expression, but he nods.

Will of f*cking steel.

I’m both annoyed and impressed at his restraint.

“Can I at least return the favour?” I purr. “I’ve been wanting to taste you since the first time I laid my eyes on you.”

His eyes widen almost comically, and his hand lingers on his belt buckle but he doesn’t move.

“You don’t have to… that’s not why…” he rambles.