Page 44 of Savage

I sniffed, feeling useless. I’d never cut myself before. I blamed his semi-naked presence which was still generating chaos in my belly.

Jaxon shut off the water and pulled me around to face him, lifting my finger to inspect the damage with perceptive eyes.

He then looked away and mumbled dismissively, “It’s fine, it’s just a scratch.” He kept hold of my finger though, keeping it by his face.

With a head tilt, he pointed out, “I guess we should ban you from using sharp implements as well as the oven. Can you do anything right in the kitchen?” His comment could have been considered mean, but his tone had softened. It was a coaxing sound as if he was attempting to encourage me to smile. Laugh at myself maybe?

“What? No smart comeback?” Jaxon whispered.

I didn’t answer, his touch on my skin was making it difficult for me to think straight. That perfect chest gleamed before me and I longed to trace his pectoral muscles with my fingers.

My heart began to thud against my breastbone and unable to stop that pull, I lifted my chin, my eyes roaming over his upper body greedily. I knew that blatantly ogling him was bad for me; like staring directly into the sun, but I couldn’t stop myself. The colour of Jaxon’s irises had deepened like the sea after a storm and his lips were parted.

The atmosphere switched from one of comfort to something else. Jaxon tugged me closer so that my sweater-covered breasts met the hardness of his bare chest and my pulse took off. Why was the kitchen suddenly so hot?

I inhaled, my eyes widening in silent question as I watched him warily from beneath my lashes. The tension between us was thick and I couldn’t look anywhere but at him. His scent was so amazing and so very masculine and I enjoyed inhaling that intoxicating maleness.

My breathing quickened as Jaxon moved the injured finger he still held and ran it slowly over his bottom lip; his eyes closing briefly. My mouth dropped open as he then ran my finger over his tongue.

After tasting my skin, he then slid my entire finger into his mouth and began to suck it. Fucking hell! My entire lower section surged with heat, what he was doing with his mouth was insanely sexual. Jaxon’s eyes opened and he looked down at me, a deep growl coming from the back of his throat. It was something so simple but it felt so erotic and my nipples hardened as I imagined how his mouth would feel there.

Jaxon gently nipped my finger with his teeth and the slight pain sent a wave of pleasure through me. Lust rocked my pelvis forward and I leaned further into him, a moan escaping my lips.

Through hooded eyes, he watched my body's reaction to what he was doing to me and as he took my finger deeper into his mouth, I almost cried out with pleasure.

I was flush against him, helpless to pull away. All I could do was stare through desire-misted eyes, one hand against his chest, the other pretty much having sex with his mouth. That surge of heat between my thighs developed into a persistent throb.

And then it hit me with the force of a sledgehammer. I wanted my stepbrother in any way I could get him. I needed him to touch me, slide his hands all over my body and then follow that path with his mouth.

Damp warmth now sat between my legs and I felt him growing hard beneath his jogging bottoms, that steely length jutting against my belly. The body didn’t lie, he was as turned on as I was by our encounter and this fact excited me even more.

Automatically, without thought, I dropped my other hand from his chest, my fingers moving to wrap against that hardness through his joggers. The muscle jerked slightly at the contact.

I was in awe as I felt him against my palm so incredibly large. A jet of excitement shot through me; it felt like I’d wrapped my hand around something electric. I had never felt a man down there before. His was the first penis I had touched and my fingers tightened as I curiously studied the shape of him. It almost took my breath away.

Jaxon shifted his hips to push further into my palm and I heard his sharp intake of breath as he slid my finger from his mouth and gently lowered it to my side. My other hand was still caressing him.

As I rubbed the steely length, I could see how aroused he was by his expression and he closed his eyes, his head falling back as I continued to play with him. He must have been ready to burst he was so hard and I had never been so turned on in my life. Jaxon’s reaction spurred me on and after one last stroke, I moved my hand to the waistband of his joggers and started to slide my hand inside.

This forced Jaxon to drop his head. His expression showed he was slightly shocked by my actions but I didn’t care, I traced that v of hair that ran from underneath his bellybutton and into his bottoms. Just as I was about to touch his bare flesh, he caught my wrist, just stopping me from my intended target.

Some sanity returned. Had I really been about to touch my stepbrother’s bare cock? Was the room suddenly spinning? What was my name again—shit!

Jaxon’s eyes tangled with mine; he now wore a look somewhere between orgasmic and amused; it was a confusing mixture and I smiled shyly up at him. He then lifted my ‘adventurous’ hand to rest with the other against his chest; his eyes boring down into mine in silent question. I felt a wave of disappointment, I’m not going to lie. Jaxon was shutting things down between us and the knowledge of this added a hint of shame.

The atmosphere was charged as we stood there, watching each other in silence. The way he was looking down had switched to one of concern and curiosity. The connection I felt to him at that moment was fierce and I wanted him to admit that something had changed between us, we had become closer somehow.

Jaxon was so beautiful, perfect and after his caring behaviour when I cut myself, I knew there was more to him than he allowed me to see. Just like I had suspected. He was someone you could turn to when you needed help.

As he leaned towards me, my lips parted again, preparing for him to kiss me but he shifted his head to one side, speaking into my ear. His breath was warm as it fanned the side of my neck and his voice didn’t sound the same, it was thicker and more determined. “Stop looking at me with those puppy dog eyes, searching for the good in me. It isn’t there, Wynter. I’m a bastard through and through. Deal with it.”

I had to redirect every primal instinct thrumming through me to stop myself from taking his face between my hands and yanking his lips down to mine.

“You’re wrong,” I whispered, turning my head slightly so our mouths were closer again, our breath tangling. The connection suddenly felt so raw but so fucking right and I couldn’t understand how I hadn’t noticed it before.

I had spent that much time trying to hate him, building up those barriers that I’d failed to see it and now whether I wanted it or not, a spark had been lit. I had proper feelings for Jaxon Savage.

He drew back, his eyes locking on mine but I couldn’t determine that expression. He was suddenly so hard to read. “I’ll be in my father’s study.”

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