Page 68 of Fake Dating Daxton Hawk
I try to sleep but there’s no relaxing my mind. I look at my phone, finding it’s three a.m. and that Daxton still hasn’t returned home. He hasn’t even replied to my message.
Frustrated, I rip the sheets off my body and change into my bikini, deciding to blow off some steam with a swim. I’m so pissed off at Daxton that the thought enters my mind to pack my bags and spend the rest of the night at Mina’s, but then he gets away without answering to me. He’s leaving New York in the morning and who knows when I’ll have a decent conversation with him again if he’s avoiding me.
Mostly, I’m annoyed at myself for lowering my guard around Daxton and starting to trust him. By now, I should have learned that almost every person I care about ends up hurting me.
I head out to the pool, the water glowing a neon blue on the otherwise dark rooftop. After dropping my towel to the ground, I dive into the water, the refreshing coolness of it enveloping my body. Lap after lap I swim, trying to clear my head, but it’s no use. My mind keeps going back to Daxton and the unanswered text message.
At the sound of a door closing, my swimming comes to a sharp stop. I stand in the shallow end with the water at my waist, catching my breath as my eyes whip to the inside of the penthouse. It’s dark in there, all but for that one lamp I left on in the living room when returning from Mina’s party. Regardless, I see him instantly, standing on the other side of the glass door. The two of us are frozen in place, staring at each other. He left to get sex off his mind, but from the pained way he’s watching me, I can tell he found no success. Despite not wanting to be affected by Daxton’s gaze, warmth rushes between my legs. My nipples tighten beneath my wet bikini top.
After what seems like a lifetime, Daxton opens the door and steps out to the pool area. The blue glow of the water illuminates his face as he stands by the pool ledge. Yet he doesn’t say a damn word. Screw him.
I wring my hair and climb out of the water, walking straight past Daxton for my bedroom.
“Jordan.” He gently grabs my wrist, speaking my name in a low voice. No other words are said. Daxton’s shoulders are rigid and he doesn’t even turn to look at me.
“Don’t touch me. Where do you get off leaving me on the couch like that? I messaged you ages ago and you never replied.”
He releases my wrist and remains silent. I wait for an explanation. When the seconds tick by and he gives me nothing, I continue walking to my bedroom.
Before I get far, Daxton’s hand slips into mine. “Jordan, please don’t go—”
“Isaiddon’t touch me.” I spin back to face Daxton, shoving him away.
His balance wavers and he steps backward, losing his footing on the edge of the pool. The next thing I know, his arm is around my waist and I’m flung forward with him, both of us stumbling into the water with a loud splash.
At some point during all the chaos, Daxton lets go of me beneath the water. I find the surface, spitting out water and gasping for air. Beside me, Daxton is drenched in his suit, the fabric clinging to every muscle in his body. He wipes a hand over his face and pushes his hair back. Not waiting around to play into more of Daxton’s crap, I swim for the stairs.
“Jordan, stop.”
“Fuck you.”
A splash comes from behind me. I glance over my shoulder and find Daxton has gained on me. That same tortured look sits in his eyes. His hands close around my waist, spinning me around and drawing me to his chest.
“Jordan,” he pants my name, catching his breath. Unlike a moment ago, I don’t free myself from Daxton’s grasp. My gaze drops to his lips, watching the ragged way he breathes and wondering what he possibly has to say that could justify his behavior. “I am so fucking…obsessedwith you. You don’t know what you do to me.”
I’m convinced Daxton has noidea what it feels like to be obsessed. To be so consumed with someone the way I am with him. Because if he were, there’s no way he would have left me on that couch. There’s no way he wouldn’t have kissed me by now. My God, I want so badly to know what Daxton’s kisses feel like. I’m going insane with my desire to sleep with him.
Taking what I want, I push forward, crushing my lips to Daxton’s. He answers my kiss with an animalistic groan, his lips moving just as desperately against mine. Everything happens so fast, like my kiss has unleashed a floodgate within Daxton and he’s finally indulging in what he wants. His hands are in my hair. They’re cupping my face then sliding down my body, digging into my hips. Before I know it, my arms are around Daxton’s neck and I’m clinging to him with so much fucking need. His lips have me moaning his name, begging for more.
“Baby, I’m so sorry. Please don’t hate me.” Daxton draws my legs around his waist, gripping my ass tight as he pulls me against him. A moan slips past my lips at the feeling of his erection between my legs. “Tell me how to fix this and I’ll do it. I’ll do anything for you. If only you knew how much power you have over me.”
“You left me.” My breath turns uneven as Daxton’s lips trail down my neck and his hands roam over my body, playing with the bikini strings of my top. His hot touch burns my skin in the most delicious way and I can’t fathom the thought of him letting me go. “I deleted Steel from my phone.” The words are a struggle to speak; my body has craved the feeling of Daxton’s kisses and I can barely think straight. Each concern comes out of my mouth as a staggered sentence. “I don’t understand what the issue still is. You have to know I don’t want your money. Stop paying me to be your escort. I just want you.”
“I’m sorry. I was trying to do the right thing when I left.” Daxton kisses a path along my collar bone. “But I can’t stay away from you even if I try. I won’t leave again. Ever. I promise. You’re not an escort to me. It started off that way, but now you’re so much more. I’ve only been keeping up pretenses because I didn’t want you to leave. You have no idea how much I… like you. Adore you. Those words don’t do justice for how I feel about you, Jordan.”
Daxton’s mouth returns to mine and I lose all resolve when his tongue sweeps past my lips. His kisses hold such urgency and passion that I’ve never felt from another man before. I don’t want him to leave. I never want to stop feeling this desired by Daxton.
Returning the kiss, I pull him closer. He unties the back of my bikini and rips the fabric off my body, rasping at the sight of my naked breasts. A thought rushes over me that anyone in the surrounding buildings can see me exposed like this, but the rooftop is dark and I’m too caught up in the moment to truly care.
Wasting no time, Daxton brings my nipple into his mouth. I gasp, clinging to him as the bliss of white heat bursts through my body. His tongue switches to my other nipple while he works at the string on my bikini bottoms, then he slides the fabric off my legs, getting me completely naked, and pushes me against the pool ledge.
Daxton grabs the nape of my neck and draws my lips back to his, his mouth desperate, his breath hot and intoxicating. There’s nothing delicate about the way he handles me. His kisses are possessive and send sparks down to my clit, making me moan against his lips.
Water splashes around us but I barely notice, too consumed by the heat between us. Without breaking the kiss, Daxton removes his jacket. I assist by unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it down off his shoulders. Next, he’s unbuckling his belt. As soon as his pants are off, he grabs my legs and pulls them back around his waist. His bare cock presses between my thighs. I reposition myself, aligning my entrance with the head.
“Not here, Jordan. I can’t make love to you the way I want to in the pool.”
Make love. All the air vanishes from my lungs. No man has ever spoken those words to me before and it only makes me cling to Daxton tighter. Before I can reply, his hands move down my back, cupping my ass as he effortlessly hoists us out of the water. Instead of walking to the door, Daxton carries me to a nearby daybed.
