Page 120 of Second Chance Mates

His hand smooths over my shoulder as I stare up at the ceiling. “Would you like to shower with me?”

“With you?”

“Yeah. I’d like to give you the proper aftercare.”

I press a hand to the bed and sit up. “What’s that?”

“Where I look after you when we’ve been intimate together.” He cups my cheek with his large hand. “We don’t have to shower together. I can do it here.”

The stickiness between my legs is evident. “We could save water?”

Jaxon beams at me with bright eyes. “If you want to, then we can.”

He stands from the bed and holds out his hand. I take it and let him guide us to the en-suite. As soon as we’re inside, he turns on the waterfall shower and starts to strip himself of his boxers.

I try my hardest not to look, but my wandering eyes are curious. He turns towards the shower and holds out his hand, letting the water hit his palm. Once it’s warm enough, he ducks beneath the showerhead. Those impressive back muscles flex as he runs his hand through his hair.

After shamelessly checking him out, I pull my T-shirt over my head. I hesitate for a second, but I remind myself it’s okay. If I want to leave, I can. No one is stopping me.

I slide in next to the wall, and he turns towards me. He keeps his gaze above my collarbones, which flushes me with guilt after I checked him out brazenly. The hot water hits my skin, and I close my eyes.

“Are you working today?” I ask breathlessly.

“I work every day.”

I frown at his statement. “I know you need to keep the pack in line, but you work so hard all the time. Do you ever take time for yourself?”

“I do, especially when I’m with you.”

“That’s not the same.”

“It is.”

Jaxon’s cheek grazes mine softly as he presses a kiss to my lips. I smile and tilt my neck to meet his height. “You okay?” he asks.

“You don’t need to ask if everything is okay, Jax.”

“I do.” He nods. “Because how will I learn boundaries?”

“I trust you.”

My head glances down between us, and I almost gasp at Jaxon’s half-hard cock. It’s thick and veiny. Big. So fucking big.

One of his arms rests on the wall behind me, and I flick my gaze to his. His eyes are now pitch-black with desire. The bond sizzles between us. I run my teeth over my bottom lip.

“Ava,” he says hoarsely. “I’m not asking you to do anything to me. I’m hard because tasting you was the hottest thing of my life.”

I stare down at it. It’s growing by the second. How much bigger can it get?

My hand reaches to grip his length. Jax releases a shallow grunt but then shakes his head. His fingers find my wrist. “You don’t have to do this, Ava,” he warns me. “I promise you. I’m not expecting anything. I would never pressure you into doing it.”

I look up at him under damp lashes. I swat his hand away with my fingers. “I want to,” I whisper. “Can I? I should have asked. You always ask me first. I’m sorry. I would like to touch you. Will you let me?”

“Fuck, Ava,” he groans and lowers his forehead to mine. “I…” he pauses. “This…”

“Yes or no, Jax? Can I touch you?”

His eyes move between mine in a conflicting battle. “Yes.”

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