Page 21 of Mr. Arrogant

“You honestly think that I would go fuck someone else, then come straight to you afterwards? Do you really think that I’m that guy?” he murmured.

There was something in his stare that made Sofie regret even mentioning it.

“You have a reputation, Jaxon,” she stated. She didn’t back down from what she’d said. There was no denying it. He and his brother had been womanizers. She and Alana had watched all of the women who had come and gone from London’s apartment.

He stared at her, not saying a word. She fidgeted in place, trying to free herself from his hold, but it did nothing but rub her nipples against his shirt. A moan slipped from her. They were so damn sensitive that it felt good to press them on him.

“You think you know me, don’t you,” he said.

He leaned down, nuzzling his face in the crook of her neck. He inhaled, breathing in her scent. She whimpered, turning her head away to give him more access to her. His tongue snuck out and slithered over her skin. He stopped right at her ear, nipping it with his teeth.

Tremors racked her body.

“You don’t know a damn thing about me, Sofie.”

Sofie turned her face toward Jaxon’s. He captured her mouth with his in a hard, bruising kiss. She melted into him, returning the kiss with a heated passion. The tension between the two of them was palpable.

Jaxon commanded her. His tongue boldly stroked hers, drawing it into a sensual dance. She moaned, unable to control her reaction to him. Jaxon knew how he affected her. It was no secret. From the moment he’d first kissed her, her body had no longer listened to her. It was as if it knew who it belonged to.

But it couldn’t be.

When they returned to the real world, they would go back to their normal lives. Sofie squeezed her eyes shut.

He was right. She really didn’t know him. Just knew what she’d seen before this trip and how well he knew how to work her body.

“I didn’t fuck her. I haven’t fucked her or anyone else since we’ve been here,” Jaxon swore.

He leaned his forehead against hers. Both of them were panting, their rapid breaths the only sound in the room. He opened his eyes and met hers.

“You have been the only one I’ve been thinking about, the only one I want to fill with my cock.” His voice ended on a growl. He released her wrists and rested his hands on the wall. His dark eyes studied her.

“Jaxon,” she said. She placed her hand on his chest while the other slid along his jawline.

He leaned into her palm, heated desire burning deep into those silvery pools. “Tell me you believe me, Sofie. I may be many things, but I don’t lie,” he whispered.

There was nothing but honesty in his eyes. She had been so overwhelmed by her jealousy that she hadn’t thought clearly. They had both alluded that they were seeing someone while ontheir vacation, and of course Alana and London would want to meet them.

Every ounce of anger and animosity had long ago drained from her body. There was one thing she had learned since meeting him: he was a good man with a big heart. She’d seen him in action with his nephew, and any man who loved kids was special in her book.

“I know,” she replied softly.

Unable to resist, she slid her hand down his chest, unbuttoning the shirt as she went. Once it was opened, she tugged it down off his shoulders where it could join her dress. She paused on the waistband of his shorts. She slowly took in his perfectly sculpted form. She licked her lips, knowing what his skin tasted like. She’d spent multiple times running her tongue along every ridge of his chest, abdomen, and cock.

Speaking of his cock, Sofie’s eyes were drawn to the hard bulge pressing forward against his shorts.

“What are you waiting for, Sofie?” Jaxon whispered.

His hands remained on the wall, but the way he’d enunciated her name, he might as well have caressed her skin with his hands. A rush of goosebumps appeared on her skin. Her fingers played with the button before opening it. She pulled down the zipper and slid her hands underneath the edge of his shorts, then pushed them down.

An unrecognizable sound escaped her when his cock sprang free. It was hard and standing at attention. His shorts fell, joining the other clothes. He kicked off his shoes and pressed her to the wall.

His lips captured hers in another deep kiss. Sofie wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him in place. His dick rested against her stomach between them. She ached to have it fill her. She loved how wide it stretched her out when he thrust deep inside her.

Jaxon reached down, lifting her by the back of her knees. Her legs automatically wrapped around his waist. He walked the short distance through the doorway over to her bed. He gently laid her down on the middle of it. He tore his lips from her and trailed hot kisses along her cheek and jawline. He continued on down her body, stopping at her breasts. She moaned, arching her back in the air. His hand molded around her breasts and guided her nipple into his mouth.

“Jaxon,” she moaned.

Sofie dove her fingers into his thick hair. She loved how soft it was. He nipped her tight bud then soothed it with his tongue before giving attention to her other one. Sofie’s legs were still wrapped around him. Her hips thrust forward, rubbing her pussy against his abdomen. She writhed on the bed, loving how he worshiped her body. While he licked and teased one breast, his large hand massaged and played with her other one.

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