Page 118 of Second Chance Mates

Jaxon leans down to peck the corner of my mouth. “Makes more than sense,” he whispers. “You’re meant to be by my side. This is your home. It will always be your home.”

“I’ve never really had a home,” I confess heavily. “Jumping around in foster care didn’t give me much security. Nothing was stable. Nothing was forever. It was continuous false hope, and I hated it.”

“Well, you have indefinite security here because this can be your first true home. I’m glad I can be a part of it,” he says so softly it makes my eyes water.

A smile possesses my lips. “Me, too. I don’t want to be anywhere else.”

39

AVA

Inever really took myself for an affectionate person. That’s until I met Jaxon. There is nothing I enjoy more than waking up to him in the morning with his strong arms secured around me. Every day, I acknowledge how far I’ve come with my recovery and how I grow to trust Jaxon more and more each day.

A hand reaches up to push away a strand of hair that covers my shoulder. My eyes are still firmly shut, but a smile covers my lips as Jaxon’s warmth swarms me. “Morning, baby,” he whispers.

I release a slow grunt and open my eyes to meet his handsome face. “Hi.”

He cups my jaw and brushes his thumb over my cheek. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” I nod. “You?”

He hums softly. “More than okay when I wake up to your beautiful face.”

My skin flushes at his compliment. “Likewise.”

Jaxon grins softly and leans forward to press a kiss to my chin, then my jaw and my neck. I slip my hand over his bare shoulder and close my eyes when he kisses my pulse and over my collarbones.

A flutter of warmth shoots across my abdomen and through my core. I clench my thighs together. I’ve grasped the concept of my heat with the help of medicine, but when Jaxon touches me like this, it awakens my desire in the most intimate of ways.

“Is this okay?” he whispers.

For a moment, my brain hesitates, but I know what I want. Jaxon will never push my boundaries. I am safe. I am in control. I have the right to pleasure.

I purse my lips and nod. “Yes.”

My fingers slip into the back of his hair as he peppers kisses across my hot skin. I part my lips and release a tremble of satisfaction that crashes over me. I squeeze my thighs together at the placement of his lips and the tenderness of each peck.

“This is my favourite part of the day,” he murmurs into my neck. “Knowing you’re in our bed. The sheets are covered in your scent. You’re in my arms.”

I shudder at the sound of his deep voice. My fingers knead into his biceps, and I clutch onto him as he kisses lower…over the tips of my breasts. “This still okay?”

“Yes,” I say desperately with a nod.

It’s more than okay. It’s divine. It’s magical.

It doesn’t feel anything like my bad memories because he is worshipping my body, mind, and soul. I’ve never been worshipped in my life.

The trail of soft pecks he leaves behind makes my head spin. “More,” I plead.

His eyes peek up at me. “Yeah…you want more?”

“Please,” I exhale. “I want to feel everything.”

The corner of his lip twitches. “Can I taste you?”

I can’t even remember what it’s like to receive oral sex. It’s been so long since I experienced it that the idea sends a shiver down my spine. His eyes are determined but soft—there’s no pressure.

“Yes.” I manage a nod. “Please. I’d like that.”

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