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At that moment, I didn’t want to be alone. I needed Jaxon’s strength beside me. “Will you sleep—in here—with me? I don’t want to be alone.”

A mixture of emotions swam across his face. He was torn and I added, “Just to sleep, please Jaxon.” He must have heard the raw desperation in my voice.

“OK. Slide over,” he instructed and relief pooled into me as I so needed to be held.

And he did.

Jaxon shuffled his large frame into the bed as I turned on my side, pulling my body back against his, those strong arms around my waist as he spooned me.

And I slept, it was deep and relaxing and I felt safe and cared for.

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I stirred later during the night when I realised that I wasn’t alone in bed; Jaxon's strong muscular leg was draped possessively over mine. He was breathing heavily and so must still have been asleep and I shifted, turning slowly to face him. Wanting to watch him as he slept.

As I settled myself, I looked up and Jaxon’s eyes were open. I could see them clearly as I adjusted to the partial darkness. The room was still slightly lit by an external light pooling through the curtains.

“You look so peaceful and sweet when you sleep,” Jaxon whispered as he ran his fingers up and down my arm, like a lover's caress.

“I do?” I whispered, his voice sending a quiver through me.

He slowly nodded his head.

“You also look as sexy as hell in my shirt.”

I glanced down, suddenly aware of how close our two bodies were and then my resolve snapped and I moved forwards and fused my mouth against Jaxon’s. He stiffened at first before taking control, his hands sliding into my hair, pulling it as he twisted a chunk around his fist.

Jaxon’s large bare chest pushed against me, the motion causing friction against my nipples, which immediately pebbled against the inside of his shirt. Fuck me, it felt amazing.

Jaxon’s tongue drove into my mouth, dominating the space. He kissed me like I belonged to him and I wanted to with everything I had to offer him. A rocket went off inside me, the feel of his rock-hard body against mine was incredible.

Drawing back from the kiss, Jaxon looked down into my eyes; his own like the sea after a storm. The only sound in the room was the harshness of our breathing and the thumping of my heart. You could smell our arousals in the air.

“Are you sure you want this to happen, Wynter?” Jaxon asked in a deep gruff voice, the tone betraying how turned on he was as well as his engorged sex which was like a steel bar against my hip.

My eyes roamed over his face. “Yes, please. I want this, I want you,” I panted with my hands against his chest.

“Sit up and lift your arms,” he instructed and I did as he asked, he was the tutor, and I was the student. I would have done anything he said at that point, I was so aroused. The anticipation of what was to come made me quiver with excitement. Jaxon only had to kiss me to make me wet and my whole body was on fire.

I raised my arms and Jaxon lifted his shirt over my head, I could smell his scent as the garment skirted over my face. I heard his sharp intake of breath as he discarded it, his eyes feasting on my bared breasts. Feeling shy, I went to cover myself with my hands but Jaxon caught my wrists dragging them back to the bed.

“No, don’t cover yourself. You’re beautiful, Wynter, everywhere.”

Smiling up at him with complete trust, I sat there, naked to the waist and allowed him to look his fill, my nipples hard with my arousal.

Jaxon whipped the sheet off us to the bottom of the bed. “So, fucking perfect,” he whispered as he lifted his hands to cup both my breasts, his thumbs stroking over my nipples. I filled his hands so perfectly and I moaned as he fondled me there, stroking me.

His dark gaze was flooded with desire as he pushed me gently back onto the bed, throwing one of his legs over mine. His tongue then replaced his fingers as he lowered his head and drew one of my nipples into his mouth, savouring it. I lifted my hands and sunk them into his hair, holding him against me as I felt the first flutter of my climax.

Electric-type shocks went through my body as my back arched and I pushed up towards his mouth. I had never felt anything so unbelievably erotic as he touched, licked and nibbled me there and I couldn’t wait for him to be inside me.

“Oh my God, that’s so good,” I panted, my eyes closing as he continued that sweet torture.

“You like that,” Jaxon whispered against my skin. He then pushed himself up and halfway over me, propping himself up on his elbows and started to kiss me again.

I was lost in the madness of the sensations he was creating and I trembled as he ran one hand down my body, gliding past my navel.

I gasped as Jaxon slid his hand into my underwear and cupped the heart of me. No man had ever touched me there. My legs parted automatically and he started to stroke me, his thumb moving against my clit.

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