Page 10 of What Happens In Vegas: Jessa & Jaxon
I swallow hard. “It wasn’t for you.”
One second, I’m standing stiffly, forcing space between us, the next, his fingers are in my hair, tilting my face up as his lips crash into mine.
I gasp into his mouth, but he doesn’t ease up. He deepens the kiss instantly, his tongue sliding against mine with a dominance threatening to buckle my knees.
I brace my hands against his chest, meaning to push him away. I don’t. Instead, my fingers curl into the fabric of his sweater, holding onto him like I need him to keep me upright.
Damn him.
Damn me.
I hate how effortlessly he unravels me. How he takes control and my body... follows.
He growls against my lips, his hands sliding down my back, molding me to him. The friction sends a dangerous pulse of pleasure through me as his fingers grip my hips, guiding me exactly where he wants me.
I moan into his mouth, the sound swallowed by his kiss. Jaxon takes advantage of my surrender, angling his head to kiss me deeper.
“Still want an annulment?” he murmurs against my lips.
Yes.
No.
I don’t know anymore.
I open my mouth, but it’s not an answer that comes out. It’s another gasp as he trails open-mouthed kisses down my throat, grazing his teeth over my skin.
“Deny it all you want, but your body tells the truth.”
I shove at his chest, ignoring how solid and warm he feels beneath my palms. “Enough.”
He exhales slowly, his forehead dropping to mine. His hands remain firm on my hips, not caging me, but not letting me go, either.
“You’re scared,” he says softly.
I scoff, even though my pulse is still racing. “Of what? You?”
His lips brush against my jaw, a barely there touch that makes me shiver.
“Of wanting me.”
My breath catches.
He pulls back just enough for his dark eyes to meet mine. My stomach flips at their intensity.
“You can fight this all you want, JJ,” he murmurs. “Push me away. Keep telling yourself you don’t want to explore this.”
He lifts a hand, brushing his thumb across my swollen bottom lip, and my stomach clenches at the raw possession in his gaze.
“I’ve waited this long. I can be patient.”
I step back, trying to ignore how my body responds to his touch, how his voice resonates beneath my skin. “Jaxon, this isn’t—”
My phone rings, slicing through the tension. I reach for it with grateful relief, moving away from him to answer.
“Hey, Jas,” I answer, relieved to hear my friend’s voice, a welcome anchor to reality after the surreal quality of the last few minutes with Jaxon.
“Jessa! Are you okay? The power’s out all over town,” Jasmine sounds worried.
