Paxton's Promise (Gloves Off #3)(18)

I grabbed his hand and slid it down under the waistband of my jeans. Using my hand to push his against my wet heat, I moaned. “Oh, I think I have an idea of how bad.”

“Fuck me. I can’t wait anymore.” He pulled his hand out and worked on unbuttoning my jeans. As soon as he was done, we worked together to push them down enough to where I could kick them off.

Crawling backward, he caressed his fingers down my legs until he was completely off the bed. Never taking his gaze off of mine, he lifted his shirt over his head and unbuttoned his jeans, letting them fall to the floor. His cock bulged behind his boxers and I bit my lip as he rubbed his arousal through the material. Slowly, he slid his boxers down and smirked as he gave himself a few pumps up and down this length. He watched me watch him and it was the single most erotic thing I’d ever seen.

“Come here.” I touched myself over my wet panties, needing him now.

Pax wasted no time and crawled on the bed. I slid my underwear off and threw it across the room, opening wide for him. His tongue trailed up my inner thigh and passed over my clit with one quick flick. My body jerked and the feel of his breath as he chuckled, made my toes curl. It was so hot hearing his satisfaction.

Delving deep, he buried his tongue inside me and swirled it around, f*cking me. His tongue was so warm and needy as he tasted me, driving me to the edge. My clit ached for release and when he pulled his tongue out and started sucking on it, my body exploded. Fisting my hands in his dark hair, I screamed out my pleasure. He slowly lowered his pace and licked me as my body shook, tasting my desire for him.

When I looked down, his green eyes blazed with an intensity that made me tremble. I’d never seen anyone stare at me like that. It was kind of scary, but in a good, primal way . . . almost possessively. Covering me with his body, I could feel the tip of him at my opening. I wanted him to push in so f*cking bad. Instead, he closed his lips over mine and grabbed a hold of my face, kissing me deeply. I tasted myself on his lips.

His tip pushed in a little and I moaned, biting his bottom lip. “Just do it. I want you. I want to feel all of you.”

Growling deep in his chest, he plunged in as far as he could go. I screamed and dug my nails into his back as he rocked me back and forth, hard. My core stretched to fit all of him, but the pain of it made my eyes water. It hurt, but it felt so f*cking good.

Pax found a spot behind my ear and bit down, sending chills cascading down my body. What made it even better was that he didn’t stop there. Down my neck and across my collarbone, he nipped and sucked his way until he reached my nipples. As hard as he could, he took my nipple in his mouth and pulled with his lips, flicking his tongue across my swollen peaks.

Another orgasm built between my legs and judging by his strangled groan he knew I was about to come. Instead of leaving me on my back, he wrapped his arms around me and lifted me up on his lap. We were sitting up on his bed with me on top of him. He was in so deep.

“Ride me,” he commanded, never taking his mouth away from my nipple.

Lifting my hips, I sat down on him until I got a good rhythm. My body clenched and I was so close. Paxton was too by the way his cock pulsated inside me. “I’m going to come,” I warned.

“Keep going, baby. I want to come inside you.”

My eyes rolled into the back of my head and my insides tightened. Just the thought of him releasing inside me sent me over the edge. “Yes,” I cried breathlessly. His fingers dug into my hips and he held me down on his cock as we both reached our climax, our bodies melding together. I could feel his release as he came inside me, all hot and primal as he yelled out, his body jerking in spasms. Laying my head on his shoulder, my heart beat out of control.

Paxton lowered me to the bed and gently pulled out before resting behind me with his arm across my stomach. “No regrets?” he asked.

I shook my head and nuzzled closer to him. “None,” I answered softly.

“So tomorrow morning, you’re not going to sneak away?”

Laughing, I turned my face to the side so I could see him. “I’m not going anywhere. I promise.”

Taking my chin, he held me firm and kissed me. “Good, because I’m not letting you go. That’s a promise.”

Hopefully, it was a promise he could keep.





WHEN HE ASKED me if I was going to sneak away, I should’ve asked him the same question. I was expecting him to be in bed with me when the sun rose, but needless to say? he wasn’t. It was seven o’clock in the morning. Where was he?

Climbing out of bed, I grabbed my clothes up off the floor and rushed across the hall to my room so I could grab a quick shower and get a change of clothes. After sliding on a pair of yoga pants and a tank top, I heard a noise outside and peered out the window; the light to Paxton’s garage was on.

He didn’t regret last night, did he? Before getting the courage to go out there, I trudged into the kitchen and brewed a cup of coffee. If anything were to go downhill, I could count on my coffee to keep me sane. Once it was done, I carried the mug outside and slowly made my way to his garage. He had the music on, but it wasn’t loud enough to hear clearly outside the building walls.

One of the doors was open, so I peeked inside and watched him as he worked on one of the old cars. Dressed in a pair of holey jeans with no shirt on, my whole body tingled in anticipation. Even though I was a little sore, I wanted him again. He could be sweaty and covered in grease and I wouldn’t care. Everything inside me craved him. I’d denied myself for so long, it felt like I’d never be able to catch up. It was exciting.