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“Another added benefit.” He grinned, admiring my round breasts. “I could get used to keeping you pregnant and barefoot in the kitchen.”
“You better be teasing!” I swatted at him, and he grabbed my wrist and pinned me down on the mattress.
“Maybe we should try to make another brother or sister,” Jaxson teased.
I rolled my eyes. “You know it doesn’t work like that. You can’t get a pregnant woman knocked up.”
“Really?” He quirked his head to the side with a laugh. “Are you sure? I think we need to test that theory.”
His breath teased my lips apart. I wanted more. His fingers were caressing me, undressing my pajama shorts and panties.
“When did you become a scientist?” I joked, continuing our playful banter. For the first time in a long time, I felt free, safe, and unconditionally loved.
My fingers pushed at his boxers. I tugged them down his hips and felt the bed shift as he kicked the cotton material to the floor. “Didn’t you get the memo? The boys at Eagle Tactical and I are all—”
“Stop right there.” I held up a hand. “I don’t know where this is going, but you’re the only one testing that theory with me.”
Jaxson grinned. His cheeks reddened. “That’s not what I was suggesting!”
“Good because I want only one man for the rest of my life.” The confession spilled out before I’d even realized what I’d said.
He felt that way too about me, right?
“Good, because that’s exactly what I want. You and Izzie. The two girls that vie for my attention.”
“Yeah, well, that’s totally different. Izzie can have your attention.” The grin spread across my face as my fingers trailed soft, featherlight touches over his chest and down toward what I had my sights on. “I get your body.”
“So that’s all I’m worth to you, sex?” Jaxson asked. He laughed, not sounding the least bit upset or mad.
“Well, that’s not all your worth. Your mind is sexy too.” I grinned up at him. “Come here and kiss me already.”
His lips descended on mine, his breath warm and comforting, his body making my insides ache with his soft caress and gentle kisses. He was an expert in making me restless and full of need.
We rolled around in bed, each of us vying for control. Warm, strong hands caressed every inch of my skin, setting me ablaze.
I couldn’t take much more of his teasing. My hand moved down to stroke him, touch him, and guide him inside my warmth.
I needed him like I needed air to breathe. “Please,” I whispered, wanting this dance between us to quicken.
I’d never felt quite so desperate in my life, desiring something so much that I thought I might die if I didn’t have it.
His eyes were bright and wide. His mouth covered mine as I moaned.
We had to be quiet.
Izzie was in bed, and we definitely did not want to wake her.
His warmth filled me, and his hands clasped mine as he slowly began moving, savoring each moment together.
“God, you’re going to kill me,” I muttered.
Sweat coated my skin.
My heart pounded against my chest, but it felt good.
Satisfying.
“More,” I grunted.