Page 21 of Savage

Jaxon watched me in silence for a moment before he said, “Feels good, doesn’t it?”

Clearing my throat, I nodded. “Yes, surprisingly.”

“I won’t ask who you are imagining the bag to be,” Jaxon chuckled with a lopsided smile.

“Yes, that’s probably for the best,” I replied. I hadn’t been thinking of anyone, but he didn’t need to know that.

“Here, give me your hands.”

I lifted my arms as he sauntered toward me. His naked chest doing strange things to my insides. Suddenly feeling nervous, I lowered my eyes from his probing stare. Jaxon was now wearing one of those cocky grins I hated.

My tummy flipped as he took one of my hands in his and gently started to remove the tape. He then did the same with the other one.

“Thank you,” I whispered as he threw the used tape on the table by one of the mirrored walls.

He then stepped back and lifted my chin with his thumb, our gazes clashed, “So polite Wynter, when you hate my guts?”

I swallowed as the air between us shifted. “I don’t hate you, not really.”

He laughed out loud at that one before saying, “Liar.” He recovered quickly, his expression becoming hungry.

Anticipation gripped me by the throat. Sexual tension now crackled between us as he released his grip on my jaw and traced my bared collarbone with a fingertip. My tongue shot out to moisten my lips and he watched the motion with a dark look, his face half-shadowed in the dimness of the room.

I took a stabilising breath as he continued to watch me without speaking, our bodies so close and I wanted him to kiss me. Needed it like the air in my lungs.

His eyes suddenly narrowed in warning.

“Stop it,” he husked.

His scent swamped me. “Stop what…” my voice trailed off; I hated the fact that my body was betraying me. Why did I crave this boy so much? Forbidden fruit maybe?

“You know what, Wynter. You need to lose the girlish crush,” he arrogantly stated. Annoyance flared through me; he’d had no intention of kissing me. Had he been teasing me?

Before I could reply, his arms wrapped around my waist and he yanked me against his torso. On instinct, my hands fell on his forearms. He was so strong, his masculinity invading my senses. The guy oozed testosterone. My fingertips grazed the veins there which were pronounced; a sign of his strength.

My throat closed and I couldn’t speak, I could only stare, eating him alive with my eyes. His manly essence spoke the same language as my femininity. Yes, I wanted him but girlish crush, what was I, ten?

“I’m surprised I even fit in this room with you, considering the size of your ego. You were the one leading the kiss by the pool Jaxon, maybe you need to lose your crush,” I mocked. Determined not to allow him to break down my defences and use my attraction against me.

He quirked me a look and the hands at my waist slid to the cheeks of my bottom which he cupped. The motion pulled me further against his crotch and my mouth dropped open, he was rock hard against my stomach and he ground himself against me. My mouth dropped open but no words could find their way between my lips.

“I take it from your silence that you get where I am going with this?” Jaxon whispered.

His expression changed as he watched my reaction with interest; like I was some type of experiment. His smile was lazy and he rocked against me again. I knew I should pull back but I was mesmerised, like I was caught in a trap of my own making. His eyes held me captive.

Jaxon Savage had a hard-on for me and we hadn’t even done anything yet. It gave me an intoxicating feeling of power. I sucked in what little oxygen there was in my chest as the air crackled between us.

“Do you want my advice?” Jaxon said smugly.

“Maybe you need to give your body's reaction to me that advice,” I answered smugly, gesturing toward his crotch.

His jaw flexed and he shot me a satisfied smile, shaking his head slowly from side to side. “That’s not a crush sweetheart, that’s called human fucking nature.”

I felt a sharp sexual tug, but managed to mutter, “If you say so.”

Lust flared in his gaze. “I do. And don’t try and pretend that your body isn’t doing the same damn thing. I can see your nipples are hard and if I were to reach between your legs, I know exactly what I’d find,” Jaxon whispered massaging my bottom, creating friction and heat continued to surge between my legs. He was right, I could feel my underwear was soaked.

An arrow of longing shot through me. I hated that he made me feel like a toy he could play with. I had to be strong and pull away.

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