Page 43 of A Little Crush (The Little Things #6)

“You taste fucking incredible, Rory.” Fingering me, he kisses my clit. “And if you threaten to take away my new favorite snack, I’m gonna lose my mind. We clear?”

Nodding, I let my eyes roll back and grab onto his head as he sucks at my folds, kissing and nibbling and licking every inch of my sex. And it feels incredible. And scary. And also incredible. And really fucking scary. And?—

“I got you, Rory,” Jaxon rasps.

I lift my head and look down, finding his eyes on me and his mouth hovering above my sex.

“I got you,” he repeats. “Take your time. Breathe.”

“I’m breathing.”

With a smirk, he lowers his mouth, using the flat of his tongue to give me the perfect amount of pressure.

“Breathe,” he orders against my sensitive skin before diving in again.

Closing my eyes once more, I lower my head to the pool chair and take a slow, controlled breath.

Part of me hates how well he knows me. How easily he could see I was getting lost in my own head.

The other part? I guess I’m flattered. That he knows me so well.

What I like and don’t like. How much I could use an anchor in this moment.

My thighs quiver as he drags his fingers along my slit, pushing them deeper inside of me while rolling the tip of his tongue against my clit.

Uh-huh.

Uh-huh, that’s…that’s perfect, actually.

I lift my hips slightly, letting him take control while angling my body and giving him better access to…

whatever he needs. Whatever he knows will make me come, and boy, do I want to come.

Another low groan rumbles against my core as he spreads me wider, eating me like he was put on this earth to do exactly this.

Bring me pleasure. And maybe he was because there sure as hell has never been anyone else who makes me feel this way.

I run my fingers through his hair as something builds inside of me.

A deep pressure and a strong ache. I can feel it.

It’s close. So fucking close I can almost taste it.

The perfect pressure of his mouth and the perfect rhythm of his fingers.

They push me closer and closer to the edge until tingles spread from my pussy and my muscles constrict, shocking the hell out of me.

With one last brush of his tongue, I tumble over the edge, coming against Jaxon’s mouth until I’m spent beneath him.

Holy shit.

I actually came.

I came on Jaxon’s mouth.

Head swimming, I try to catch my breath before realizing how much I’ve been pulling his hair.

Forcing my hold on his head to loosen, I whimper, “Sorry.” With a laugh, he rubs at the top of his scalp with his clean hand.

You know, the one that wasn’t inside of me for the last ten minutes.

My face floods with embarrassment. “Seriously, I am so sorry.”

“Are you kidding me, Beautiful? You could smother me with this pussy, and I’d die a happy man.” He licks some of the evidence of my orgasm from his mouth and grins.

“Jaxon!” I squeal, both surprised by and hella attracted to the more carefree side he’s showing me.

But I guess it makes sense. Orgasming in front of someone does have a way of lowering a few walls and all.

“Speaking of dying a happy man, does this mean it’s my turn to return the favor?

” I reach for him, but he grabs my hands, kissing my knuckles softly.

“Nah. Gotta bask in the afterglow, Beautiful.”

“Yeah, but what about your afterglow?” I challenge.

“Trust me, with your taste on my tongue, I’m living the dream.” He kisses my knuckles again. “Besides, I want to take things slow. ”

“Slow, huh?”

“Yeah. I think the real question is, now , will you go out with me?”

I fight the urge to cover my face, forcing myself to look him in the eye, even after what we just did. He wants to go out with me? Like, for real?

Praying I don’t come off as insecure as I feel, I ask, “You’re serious?”

“Of course, I am. I want to take you on a date. Just me and you and…a chance to test the waters.”

“Without our families finding out,” I add.

He glances around my family’s empty backyard. “Not unless they already have.”

“They’re out of town,” I tell him, but it doesn’t stop the pink from hitting my cheeks at the possibility of my family witnessing my first steamy encounter with the opposite sex, let alone the man in front of me. “You’re, uh, you’re safe.”

Relief washes over him like the possibility is enough to freak him out, too. With a quiet sigh, he tucks my hair behind my ear. “Good. Because even though I don’t regret what we just did, having your family witness it isn’t exactly on my bucket list.”

I snort, grateful for the way it quiets my insecurities. “Mine either.”

Climbing up my body, his smile softens and he kisses my forehead. “Go out with me.”

Four words I’ve dreamed of him using for as long as I can remember, but as they hang in the quiet air between us, I can’t help but ask, “You sure?”

“Are you kidding? I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

“That’s not what you were saying before we…” I wave my hand toward my still very bare lower half, pulling another low chuckle from him .

“You’re not a random hookup, Rore,” he promises. “Even if what we did was hot as hell. I wouldn’t have crossed this line if I wasn’t willing to play things out and see where they lead. What do you think?”

“So, we don’t tell anyone.” It isn’t a question.

It’s an assumption. A conclusion. Because I get it.

The desire to keep things under wraps to soften the fallout if there is one.

And considering how closely our lives are tied together, it’s probably a wise choice, even if it’s a little disappointing.

“For now,” he clarifies. It’s as if he can taste my reservations and knows they match his own. “This is complicated enough with only two people’s opinions and views. Add in our families, and…”

I mimic an explosion with my hands. “Boom.”

“Exactly.” Taking my fingers again, he entwines them with his. “I don’t want to overthink. I want to just…be. Me and you and good food and the possibility of this turning out to be what I think it can.”

He wants me. He actually wants me. I don’t have to question whether or not the feeling is mutual. I’ve always been obsessed with him. And I get it. His reasoning. His motive. His desire to see things play out while keeping too many cooks out of the proverbial kitchen.

“Okay,” I whisper. “Let’s see what happens.”