“Night, Momma,” I reply as she bends to kiss my head and pats Jaxon on the shoulder before disappearing down the hall.
“I really like them,” Jaxon murmurs, pulling me tighter to his side and tucking the blankets around us closer.
“They really like you.”
“I’m glad.”
“Thanks for talking me into this. Does your mom know about me?”
“She does.”
“And?”
“She’s already planning to come out for a visit soon.”
“No pressure there.”
“Nah, she’s a lot like your mom. A happy-go-lucky, kind soul, super easy to talk to. You have nothing to worry about with my parents. They already like you.”
“But they haven’t met me.”
“I’ve never really made a point to talk about my exes with them. But you, you’re different. They hear it in my voice.”
I squirm against him, filled with that fuzzy, warm feeling, but tons of nerves with the underlying message. Pushing that niggling beast of anxiety out of my mind, I decide to just let the happy take over. I can’t keep living with the worry.
“I had fun today.”
“Me too, Sweetheart. I want more ofthis.” He gestures to our current situation as he pulls his legs up onto the couch, turning longwise and helping me get comfy in between his thighs. I rest along the hard plane of his stomach and place my chin on top of folded hands before sliding my eyes up to his. He’s so handsome, hands relaxed on the pillow behind his head with his droolworthy biceps flexing out of his sleeves. It makes me want to lick the swirls of ink.Gah…
“I want more of this too.”
“Yeah?” His eyes glitter with the idea.
“Yeah…” I answer with a soft smile. I lay my head down, watching more of the movie, melting into his chest more whenhis fingers lightly rake through my hair. When his hand slows on my head and gets heavier near the end of the movie, I peer up and giggle at the sight of his head tipped back against the pillows, lips parted slightly in sleep. A dreamy, contented sigh leaves his lips, and damn, I don’t want to wake him. I don’t have to because his head bobs back up like he realized he was falling asleep, and he peers down at me, a sleepy smile spreading across his face as his heavy fingers pull back a few errant strands. I can’t fight it anymore.
I shift, crawling up his chest the rest of the way, feeling his palms skim up my arms as I climb across his lap and pull his face into my hands and lay one on him. It’s like his brain hasn’t caught up from just waking as he stiffens then melts into the kiss. It doesn’t take long though before I feel an insistent nudge between my thighs. I smile against his lips while he wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me closer. I reach behind his head to flick off the lamp, and he sighs into the kiss, happy with my decision.
“You look so fucking snuggly in my hoodie like that.”
“And you look really cute jolting awake from a little nap.”
“I got too comfy with your head on my chest.”
I press a kiss to his jawline, grinding against the hard ridge behind thesedamnsweatpants. I wish we were on my couch back home…
“Cupcake… You’re getting awfully friendly,” he whispers gruffly, clearly turned on. I distract him with a kiss as I work my hair up in a messy bun, snapping the elastic around it.
“Well, it greeted me,” I answer innocently, fluttering my eyelashes as I shift on the couch.
“Where are you going?” Jaxon whispers darkly in question, tugging at his sweatshirt on my body to pull me back against him. I let him nip my bottom lip with his teeth as Icontinue situating my knees on the couch. He sucks in a breath when I tease his waistband with my finger.
“I was just going to say hello back…”
Jaxon rumbles low from the back of his throat, and my lady bits all but squeal at the delicious sound.
“But you have to be quiet,” I whisper, lifting the hemline of his shirt and bending to kiss a path along his lower abs that clench tight against my lips. His cock juts up between my breasts, straining for attention.
“Who would I be to keep you from greeting a long lost friend?” he whispers, eyes hot on mine as I pull his sweats down, lifting his ass to help. I pull one leg out so I have room to settle back between his thighs. I keep the plush blanket handy in case we need a quick cover up. I lift up his hoodie, and he looks pained to see it go but horny enough to let me continue. Jaxon strokes his length slowly as I settle back between his thighs and push one off the side of the couch to spread him wide for me. Air sucks through his teeth when I let my nails drag up the inside of both thighs before I kiss his moving hand. I cover it with mine, and we stroke together a few times until I slip my thumb over the slit of his head and replace his hand with mine.