Page 16 of Craving the Bad Boy

I can trust him.

Saxon’s fingers caress my neck, sending goosebumps all across my skin. His breath is warm against my cheeks as he leans in to kiss me. I close my eyes and open my lips, inhaling his scent as he devours me with his embrace.

The strength of his body grounds me. My center is tingling with anticipation, and I allow my thighs to fall open, an obvious invitation that he immediately picks up on.

The feeling of his hand against my valley, even while it’s hidden behind my yoga pants, sends a spark straight up my spine. I gasp into his mouth and reach up with both hands and grab his jacket, desperate to undress him.

He sits back, and with a single flourish, tosses his jacket to the floor. Then, without hesitation, he pulls his T-shirt off, revealing his unbelievably sculpted body. Abs that seem to go on for days. Sinews and slabs of muscle, adorned with bulging veins and just the right amount of hair on his thick, massive chest.

“Jesus Christ…” I can’t help myself from muttering. Saxon grins down at me.

“No, baby. I’m Saxon.”

I’m about to laugh when his tongue slips into my mouth. He kisses me fiercely as we both fight to get each other’s pants off. He manages to get mine first, peeling my panties down too, leaving me lying beneath him with just my shirt on. He pulls it up instantly and moves his lips to my left nipple, kissing it gently and causing my back to arch up off the couch.

A moan escapes my lips. I lean in and let my teeth gently rest against the skin of his shoulder as he reaches between my thighs and uses two fingers to spread me. There’s something about making love with Saxon that nearly immobilizes me. It’s like being with him takes me into a whole different realm of existence. One of pure pleasure and desire.

I’m already dripping wet with arousal for him, and he uses that arousal to coat his finger tip before tracing the line of my slit to my fervent little bud. When he applies pressure, it’s like my entire world bursts into wisps of neon glitter. My jaw drops and my eyes go wide, and with a few quick circular rubs, I go off.

Already.

“That’s a good girl,” Saxon whispers, using the flat of his palm to press me down against the couch as my climax wracks my body into orgasmic spasms. “That’s right. That’s beautiful.”

This man is magic. He brings me to orgasm with ease, when I’m barely able to do it to myself. I’m the luckiest girl alive.

I hear the sound of his pants zipper as I’m gasping for breath, fighting to find my way back to earth while I continue to quiver and shake. Without thinking, I spread my legs wider for him, welcoming what I know is coming next.

The heat between us is all-consuming. I feel the press of his hard, thick crown against my breach as he begins to push. My breath catches in my throat. I’m overwhelmed with anticipation.

How did a girl like me ever end up here with a guy like this?

Right now, I honestly don’t care. I needhim.

I cry out as he slides into me. The stretching sensation fills me as I accept his inches. I can tell he’s holding back. Going slow. My eyes are blurry as I look up and grind my hips against him, begging him to give me more.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispers. I can see the sincerity in his eyes.

“You won’t,” I tell him. “I’m not a virgin anymore, Saxon. Thanks to you.”

His eyes blaze like a strike of lightning, and without hesitating, he drives his full length and girth into me with a single, powerful thrust.

Again, I cry out as he bottoms out inside me. I feel like I’m being ripped in half, but in the most beautiful way. I wrap my legs around his sturdy waist as he begins to pound me. His hunger for me is obvious with every single powerful stroke.

Suddenly, a very clear and precise thought fills my mind.

I want Saxon to get me pregnant.

How would he react if I told him that now? I’m on the goddamn pill still for my acne, but I want to get off it as soon as possible.

Maybe I should hold out on that confession for a while. We just started dating, after all–if that’s what we’re even doing. I don’t want to make him think I’m crazy or something.

I stop myself from making that admission, but another set of words force their way from my mouth, surprising even me. “I love you, Saxon.”

I feel him stiffen.

I shouldn’t have said that. It’s too soon.

But to my surprise, Saxon’s eyes blaze down at me like he’s just heard the best news of his life. His lips twist up at the edges into the most charming smile imaginable, and he stares at me for a long moment.

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