Page 8 of Bounced Into Love

“Quaint lingo, huh?” His smile grew wider. “I could do with more of that in my life.”

I beamed a smile his way. “Then I guess it’s a good thing that we met, because I have plenty of them.”

As we polished off our food, I made it a point to find as many opportunities as I could to slide outdated slang into the conversation. How could I not when it earned me sexy grins and husky laughter from Jaxson?

When we were both done, and the waitress had dropped off the check, I leaned back and patted my belly. “Are you ready to beat feet and get out of here?”

He chuckled again as he dropped some bills on the table. “Only if you’ll allow me to escort you home.”

“Ooh, nicely done! That’s a very gentlemanly offer.”

He slid out of the booth and offered his hand to help me up. “I’m going to assume that’s a yes, but I’d still like to hear you say it.”

My voice was breathless when I answered, “You did warn me about how much you liked how it sounded coming from my lips.”

His gaze dropped to my mouth, and he groaned. “You’re killing me here, Kiara. I get that you don’t know me that well yet, but I promise you’re safe with me. Tell me I can take you home.”

Having all of his attention focused on me was potent, and I wasn’t thinking about how tiny my apartment was when I answered, “Yes, you can take me home.”

The sensual haze didn’t lift until I opened my door and Jaxson followed me inside my home. Since he was such a big guy, he looked out of place in the cramped space. “It’s not much, but it’s home.”

It didn’t take long for him to take in the living room and eat-in kitchen. “Your place might be small, but at least you’ve made it your home. My place might be bigger, but you’ll see for yourself how impersonal it is when you come over. Maybe you can help me fix it up a bit, so I’m not surrounded by bare walls and a serious lack of color.”

There was something quite satisfying about how casually he talked about me being in his home, as though it was obvious to him that I’d be spending lots of time there. It reassured me that I wasn’t alone in feeling that what was going on between us was out of the ordinary. “Can I get you a drink? I think I might have a couple of beers in the fridge left over from when I made brats a few weeks ago.”

He shook his head and tugged on my hand, leading me over to the couch. After he sat down, he pulled me onto his lap, brushed his lips over mine, and pressed our foreheads together. “No alcohol for me, not when I’m alone with you and know how close to a bed we are.”

It was difficult for me to believe Jaxson’s desire for me was that overwhelming. Not when every guy before him had found me completely resistible. “Do you really want me that much?”

“Want isn’t strong enough to describe what I feel for you.” He shifted his hips upwards, and it was impossible to miss the proof of his need for me as his hardened length pressed between my legs. “Need is more like it.”

An answering heat pooled deep in my core, and my panties grew damp as I wiggled on his lap. “I think you’re right. This feels more like need than want to me, too.”

“Fuck,” he groaned before tilting my head back and covered my mouth with his.

The way he consumed me blew my mind, and the feel of his hard body beneath mine was exhilarating. I was drunk on desire I’d never felt before. When he finally ended the kiss, I suggested, “Maybe we should do something about it.”

“You’re more than a quick fuck to me, Kiara. And the only way I have to prove that to you is by keeping my dick in my pants until we’ve had the chance to get to know each other well enough that you have zero doubts about me.”

“I guess that makes sense.” I wiggled again and almost whimpered in need when my thighs rubbed together.

“But that doesn’t meanyouhave to keepyourpants on.” He shifted me off his lap and slid to his knees in front of me. His green eyes burned with desire as he looked up at me, his hands at the hem of my skirt. “Let me give to you without taking anything for myself except the fulfillment I’ll get from making you come.”

Having Jaxson kneeling before me, asking for nothing but to give me pleasure, was my fantasy come to life. If it hadn’t been for the taste of him on my lips, I would’ve thought I was dreaming. But I wasn’t. Jaxson was real...and it would only take one little word for me to experience the feel of his hands and mouth on my body.

Chapter 7

Jaxson

“Yes.”

There was that word again. Coming from her sweet lips, it sent lust roaring through my veins. My cock felt like it was trying to tear through my pants to get to her, and I could hardly blame it. But tonight was all about her, so I dug deep for all the willpower I had inside me and focused on Kiara’s needs instead of my own. I pressed against the inside of her thighs. “Open your legs and give me a little taste of what I’ve been craving since I first saw you.”

I felt the muscles in her legs clench tightly before they widened. “Relax, my little angel,” I urged as I hiked her skirt higher. “I just want you to sit back and enjoy this.”

“I’ll try.” Her voice trembled, and I tore my gaze away from the damp spot at the center of her pale pink, cotton panties. Her blue eyes were wide, and there was a hint of nerves mixed in with the passion.

“You’ve got nothing to be afraid of with me, Kiara.”

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