Page 57 of Run For Me (Until You’re Mine Duet #1)

Chapter Fifty-Seven

Sailor

I pull into my driveway, and before getting out, I grab my cell to send Jaxon a text.

I’m still vibrating over our encounter.

I can’t believe I finally know who he is, that I’ve finally seen his face, and nothing has changed.

Seeing him… knowing what he looks like, how freaking hot he is, and that he still wants me? It’s crazy. Unbelievable.

Me: I wish I would have invited you back with me.

I smile to myself as I shut off the car, and my phone buzzes so I check it before getting out.

JT: Good thing I’m right around the corner.

I suck in a breath, glancing in my rear-view mirror. I shouldn’t be surprised by this, and I guess I’m not. I’m more excited than anything. My heart starts pounding again. He may actually be the cause of a heart attack.

A moment passes before I spot headlights.

A car turns into my driveway, right behind mine, blinding me so I have to look away.

They shut off, and in my side mirror, I watch as the car door opens, and Jaxon gets out.

I can just barely make him out in the dark, but at this point, I know him better that way.

My door opens, and he stands there, offering me his hand. I take it, and he helps me out like a gentleman would, but he is no gentleman.

Which he proves when he shoves me against the car, causing me to yelp. His mouth covers mine, swallowing my sound of surprise, the heat of his body warming me.

Jaxon groans into my mouth as he devours me with long laps of his tongue. His hands are on my hips, fingers digging in. Kissing him makes my knees weak.

I’m not a shallow person. Yes, I appreciate a sexy guy, and it’s obvious being attracted to someone physically helps me get into the mood. My attraction toward Jaxon is driving me insane. It’s like the first time all over again.

His hands slide down, going under my ass and he lifts me, so I wrap my legs around his waist. He crouches down and snatches my keys from the seat where they fell when he helped me out, and then we head to my front door.

My nails scrape along his scalp, partly wishing he had hair to grab onto but also loving that he doesn’t. It suits him, the short, cropped hair. Seeing the tattoos beneath is hot as hell. My mouth stays on his, kissing him and not getting enough as he lets us inside.

After closing the door, he walks to my bedroom and drops me onto the bed, coming down on top of me.

This is slower than I’m used to with him. He’s taking his time. Or maybe he’s just letting me enjoy him since I haven’t been able to do that yet. Not like this. He’s known what I look like from the beginning. I’ve been wondering for months.

“Fuck me, Jaxon,” I say against his lips.

“Fuck,” he growls, hands shoving under my shirt to lift it up. His hot mouth comes down on my stomach, and my back bows from the bed as his tongue swirls across my sensitive skin, dipping into my belly button, then coming up.

He shoves my shirt higher, pushing my bra up too, and then he’s sucking my nipple into his mouth. It hardens, and my hand goes to the back of his head, pressing him down and wanting more. He licks across to the other, showing it the same attention.

His strong arm comes around my waist, pulling me up to sit to get my shirt and bra off. It gets tossed away as I lie back down, but I reach for his and tug, so he one-handedly pulls it off.

“You’re so hot,” I whisper, my eyes darting all over his body. Tattoos everywhere. Muscles everywhere.

He grins, and I just about die.

Lying here in my bed, beneath him… it seems unreal.

Jaxon moves down the bed to get my pants off. When he moves his face between my legs, his eyes stay on me.

“Tell me, little dove,” he rasps out, his breath fanning across my core.

Still don’t think I’ll ever get used to seeing that voice come out of him.

“Is it hotter seeing me like this?” He swipes his tongue over me and I moan, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. “Or with the mask on?” My hips move into his mouth when he comes down again, this time suckling on my clit.

“I dunno,” I murmur, my eyes falling closed. “Both.”

He chuckles as he licks me slowly, his tongue circling the most perfect spot.

“Watch me,” he says.

I force my eyes open, and though I see him, my vision is blurry. I can’t focus.

“I think maybe now that you know who I am,” he starts, sliding a finger inside me. “I’ll have to tie you up.”

“Oh god—”

“So you can see me but not do anything about it. What do you think?”

“Yes,” I breathe out, grinding against his hand. “Anything you want. Everything.”

“Be careful what you say, little dove.”

“Anything,” I repeat. “Anything at all. Promise. Please.”

I know I’m not making sense, but I’m dizzy with lust. I need to come, and he’s keeping me right on the edge.

“I’ll come in the middle of the night. You’ll be sleeping in your bed. I’ll cover your mouth, maybe blindfold you too.”

“Yes,” I moan, still grinding against his hand, getting closer. He leans down, swiping his tongue over me once… twice.

“I’ll tie your arms above your head, but when I restrain your legs, I want them spread.”

“Yes, yes!”

“I will make you come—” Lazily, he strokes my clit with his tongue. “So many fucking times that you’ll pass out.”

Jaxon sucks on my clit and sends me skyrocketing into an orgasm that we both groan through. Before I’m able to think straight, he’s sliding into me.

“Fucking Christ, little dove. How do you feel so fucking good?”

His hands slide up my thighs, and he leans over me, his mouth coming to mine. He tastes like me, musky and sweet.

“I love that I can kiss you all the time now,” he says against my lips.

“Me too,” I breathe out, hands going around his neck.

He drives into me deeper, holding my hips in place. He fucks me hard but slow, with short sharp thrusts, going as deep as he can. I feel him everywhere. I touch him everywhere. His arms, shoulders, neck, face, stomach… those abs—oh my god, those abs.

And when he comes, he stares right into my eyes. It’s that moment I realize I am so gone for him.