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“You asked me what I was into...” The last word is pushed out on a shuddering breath as I feel his fingersskim along my ribcage. “Movies. I like movies.”
“Mmm…” His voice hums along my skin, a low-level electrical current that buzzes across my skin, leaves me rattled. “I did ask that, didn’t I?” he says, his fingertips following the curve of my breast.
“Yes...” My nipple harden beneath his touch, straining against the cup of my bra. I push myself into his hand, loving the way my breast fits perfectly into his palm, the heat of it making the tip of it tingle.
The hand still on my hip digs in, pulling me closer. “I like hearing you say that.” His hand slips around to cradle my ass, tucking me against him. He flexes his hips, grazing my throbbing center with the rigid length of his cock. “Say it again.”
“Oh...” My hands, planted on the counter to keep myself steady, come up to fist themselves in his T-shirt. My knees tighten against his hips, heels digging into his ass. “Yes.” I have no idea what I’m saying yes to, and I don’t care. All I know is I don’t want this to end. I need him to keep touching me.
He groans against my neck, his hard cock rocking against the center seam of my jeans, grinding it against my pussy while he jerks the cup of my bra down, freeing my breast.
“Jaxon...” I whimper his name softly, tipping my head back while his mouth works its way back to mine, his hips still working and flexing between my legs, each stroke of his cock pressing deeper. Pushing me closer. I can feel the pressure building. My core melting, the heat of it spreading like wildfire. I’m about to come. Just like this, with nothing but the promise of him between my legs and his mouth on my neck. I’d be embarrassed if I wasn’t so far gone. “Jaxon, I’m—”
I hear a car door slam, followed by the chirp of a car alarm. Footsteps crunching across their gravel drive. The rhythm of his hips falters at the sounds.
“Shit.” Jaxon lifts his head, eyes narrowing on my face before bouncing up to look at the clock above the sink. “She’s early.” The hand under my shirt fixes my bra, moving it back into place before slipping out to resettle on my hip.
His mom.
“Oh, god...” The thought is like a bucket of cold water dumped over my head, freezing me in place even as my face goes up in flames. She trusted me to watch Simon and here I am, practically fucking his older brother on her kitchen counter. “I shouldn’t have—”
“Stop,” he says, shaking his head. “You didn’t do anything wrong.” He leans into me, even as I hear his mom’s footsteps on the front porch. “Neither of us did.” He kisses me on the mouth, a soft, lingering press of lips that instantly start to pull me under. “We’re both adults, remember?” He pulls back again, looking me right in the eye.
For a second, I’m not sure which one of us he’s trying to convince. Finally, I nod my head. “Yes.”
He makes a noise in the back of his throat, half groan, half growl, the hands on my hips tightening before pulling me off the counter and setting me on my feet. “You should leave.”
“Now?” Usually, if I’m still here when his mom gets home, I stick around long enough to fill her in on Simon’s day.
“Now. Before I stop caring about what she walks in on,” Jaxon says, turning me toward the back door, just as the rattle of keys signal the opening of the front.
Before my sneakers hit the top step of the stoop, Jaxon snags me by my arm and stops me, turns me toward him. Pulls me against him. He kisses me, his mouth hitting mine with the force of a punch, his tongue sweeping in to tangle with mine, so hot and urgent that I moan, the hum of it buzzing against my lips.
With a groan, he tears himself away from me. “Your dad’s out of town.”
It’s another non-question question. I nod, my heart in my throat. I hear his mother in the foyer, dropping her keys into the basket. Going through the mail.
He doesn’t say anything else, he just lets me go. He doesn’t ask if he can come over. He doesn’t say he’ll call or text.
Seconds later, I’m sitting in my car, across the street, trying to get my keys in the ignition. My whole body is on fire. Throbbing. I look up and out the passenger-side window.
Jaxon is standing on the back stoop, arms folded across his massive chest. He’s watching to make sure Iget my car started. That I’m safe. Seeing him standing there, same as always, makes me wonder if I imagined it all.