Beautiful Broken Rules (Broken, Series #1)(60)

“Mmm… Emerson, I missed you,” he said on a moan.

He raised my shirt over my head. “I missed you too,” I said between our lips.

He lifted me with one hand while he unbuckled his belt and shoved his pants and boxers down with the other. The second I felt his warmth between my legs, I let out a ragged breath. When I leaned back to open the drawer of my desk, he clinched his fingers into my sides hard enough to keep me in place. I continued to reach for the drawer and when I pulled it open, I grabbed a small packet. He quickly took it from me and ripped it open. He reached down and ripped my panties into to two pieces of tattered silk and tossed them to the ground.

“I know all you want is to be friends. I’d rather have that than have you running away from me all the time,” he whispered in my ear, while sliding inside of me.

Damn. That is not where I was hoping this was going. I had spent all my time trying to make sure we were going to stay only friends, how would he know any different now? I knew I couldn’t have that kind of conversation right now, or if I knew how to have it period. I’d never been anyone’s girlfriend, let alone asked to be one. How could I yell at him to leave me alone multiple times and then expect him to turn around and do the opposite?

I felt a warm hand pulling my chin up to look in his eyes. “Hey, did anyone ever tell you how damaging it can be to a guy’s ego when the girl looks off into space during sex?”

I came up on my knees to stroke him again. Then I leaned up to kiss him and said, “I’m here.”

Thirty minutes later, I was sweating and collapsed on Jaxon’s chest, laying my head on his shoulder, panting. He had his head back on the headrest of the chair, equally spent and breathless. He was running his fingertips lightly across my bare back.

“Hey, so why did you come up to me in the courtyard this afternoon anyway?”

“Um… I just needed to get my journalism textbook back from you, I’m really far behind,” I said, chickening out.

“I’ll grab that for you,” he said, leaning into me and then he looked over my shoulder. “Damn, at some point we should have moved this over to the bed; it probably would have been easier on your legs,” he sucked in a heaving breath.

“Anytime you’re game,” I said, snuggling into his chest.

He suddenly lifted me up, moved us over to the bed, and shoved all my covers back. He fell back on the bed with me on top and he rolled me over to my back. When he positioned himself on top of me, I giggled. I hadn’t meant right now, but the way he was looking at me had me ready to go all over again. He pulled on my bunched up skirt until it was sliding down my legs, then he tossed it behind him, dove down, and started kissing my neck.



Chapter Eleven

Only Me?

The next month and a half went by annoyingly normal. I was being a huge chicken. I just didn’t have the guts to fess up to Jaxon that I had real feelings for him, and that I wanted to give a relationship a shot. So, we just continued being friends, no matter how maddening it was to me. I had run a ton of sexually frustrated miles this past month. I was hoping that my runner’s high would compensate for the lack of other highs. But I couldn’t even reach that moment lately while pounding the pavement. I ran further and faster, doing anything to get that feeling, but I guess my runner’s high and my sexual fulfillment were connected in some way.

I found enjoyment in the nights when I wasn’t working and Jaxon was. I always stayed home to listen to him on the radio. He didn’t get a lot chances to talk because the main radio DJ did most of the chatting, while he ran around the office doing errands. But when he did, I would snuggle in closer, listening to that magnificent voice. It was comforting, even though he wasn’t actually talking to me.