Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 121764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
My fingertips drew circles on his chest.
Lazily.
Daringly.
And I didn’t have a single ounce of alcohol in me, didn’t need any drug. I was high off the feeling of him trembling beneath my touch as I dragged it lower.
Ecstasy was the way his hands grabbed my hips, grip tight enough to bruise as he warred between holding me where I was or pulling me closer. My buzz was driven by the low groan I heard even over the music when I kept one hand on his abdomen, but the other brushed over the seam of his shorts.
He was rock hard.
He was also fucking massive.
I couldn’t help myself. It wasn’t enough to just barely touch him, to just tease him when I knew my touch was affecting him like that. It was empowering, and that kind of power made me so greedy I couldn’t hold back.
Slowly, I dragged my gaze up the entire length of his body, until I was staring up at him.
His eyes were dark blue like the night around us, his jaw set, body rigid beneath my touch like he was fighting with every ounce of willpower he had to stay still.
I kept my eyes locked on his, and then I slid my hand fully around him, palming his cock through his shorts.
His nostrils flared, his eyes darting between mine like he wasn’t sure I realized what I was doing.
But I knew.
I knew when I gripped him firmer that it was me he was hard for. I knew when I slid my hand roughly over the long, thick length of him, that I wanted more than just a touch. I knew when I tilted my chin up, and his eyes fell to my mouth, and I licked my lips as my hand worked him through his pants that we were in big fucking trouble.
But God, I didn’t want to stop. I couldn’t stop.
Not when it felt this good.
Jaxson’s hands had been frozen at my hips this entire time, but the longer I touched him, the more impossible it was for him to stay still. I felt his hands roughly roam my body as if they were being dragged against his will — along the slope of my waist, trailing the bones of my rib cage, brushing up over my arms and shoulders. They traveled up still until chills broke along my neck when he framed my face.
His hands were enormous — his thumbs spanning the entire length of my jaw as his fingertips curled around the back of my neck. He tilted my chin up so much it made my neck ache, his eyes ricocheting between mine with that same warning.
Stop this, he begged me without saying a word.
Instead, I squeezed him through his shorts, reveling in how his cock jumped against my palm.
His Adam’s apple bobbed hard in his throat, nose flaring again as he slid his thumbs along my jaw. He smoothed one thumb along my lower lip next, spanning the length of it at a slow, heart-pounding pace.
My tongue darted out to chase that touch, and I tasted the salt of his skin for only a second before a growl ripped through him, and I swore all the music was gone because I heard that sound like it was the only thing that existed.
It was the sound of surrender.
His hands slid roughly back to frame my skull, fingers curling in my hair and pulling hard until I arched and gasped.
And Jaxson muted the sound with his mouth crashing down on mine.
We both inhaled, breathing each other in as his lips molded to mine — warm and bold and perfect. I wound my arms around his neck as his moved to envelop me at my core. He crushed me to him, my hands sliding up to twist in his hair enough that I knocked his hat off while his wrapped around me like he was trying to meld us together.
It was a kiss that shattered time.
I felt it stutter to a halt around us before snapping back with such intensity that it warped, taking us into a new dimension.
It was as punishing as it was reverent, brutal and yet tender, like Jaxson was pissed he was doing it just as much as he was certain he never wanted to stop.
One arm held me to him while the other slid down and palmed my ass, taking one cheek in a handful that he squeezed roughly. My leg hiked up automatically, dress riding up with it, and he slid his thigh between mine, biting my lower lip as I moaned into his mouth.
God, it was all-consuming. His hands rocked me against him, and I shook at the sensation, at the forbiddenness of it all.
This was my brother’s teammate, his friend.
But right now, he was kissing me like he owned me — like there was no other choice for either of us but to give in.