I stood there, hand raised, ready to knock but I just couldn't do it. I huffed in annoyance with myself for the 30th time.
“Just do it, pussy.” I whispered to myself.
I heard a snicker and I turned quickly. Jaxon was behind me, back leaning against the wall, trying to hide his amusement. He had a slight smile on his face and his eyes crinkled in laughter. However, a touch of sadness was still evident.
“How long have you been there?” I groaned.
“At least 15 minutes.”
“And you didn't say anything?” I groaned. I pulled on the hem of my pajama shorts which were really short I might add.
“It was quite amusing,” he smiled, his eyes sliding down to my exposed legs.
He was still in his tux, and damn. He looked good.
“You're an ass.” I opened his bedroom door and walked in. I plopped down on his bed. He had a black comforter and black sheets. I made myself at home and climbed between the sheets.
“Silk,” I smirked.
“What's so funny?” He asked as he walked in.
“Nothing.” I felt my inner sex goddess giggle with excitement.
This ought to be good.
“So what brings you by my room? And what happened to your pretty dress?”
“I was ready to be out of it.” I smiled.
“You avoided the first question.” He turned his back to me as he began pulling his tie loose. I took the moment to slowly slide my shorts down. He took his jacket off and threw it on the dresser. I quietly slid my tank top down my shoulders and off my body. He turned and looked at me right as I stopped moving.
“Lyla?” He questioned.
“Come here,” I whispered.
He walked to my side and sat down. I placed my hand on his and smiled at him.
“Are you still mad at me?” He asked.
I shook my head. “Shelia and I had a talk. Niccolai also told me what happened between you and her.”
“So are we okay now?” He whispered, looking down at his hands.
“We're good.” I smiled.
He looked at me, a smile making a way onto his face. “Lyla, I-” he began. I shook my head.
Not yet. Don't say the words yet.
“It's time,” I whispered.
He looked at me, confusion contorting his features. I slowly leaned up and got on my knees. His silk sheets pooled around my ankles and gave way to my matching red silk lingerie set. His eyes ran down my body slowly, taking it all in. A groan left his mouth as he reached out and touched the silk on my body. He stood and I moved to him, wrapping my arms around his neck.
“Lance told you, didn't he?”
“About the silk? Yes.”
He chuckled and grabbed my hips, pulling me tight against him.
“God, you drive me wild woman.”
“I'm sure you say that to all your women,” I looked down, jealousy and pain swarming around me.
His face turned serious as he placed his hand under my chin, turning my attention back to him. “There's only you, Lyla. Always you.”
I felt my heart swell at his confession. Without a second though, I smashed my lips to his.
He groaned and pulled me impossibly closer. He swiped his tongue along my bottom lip and I quickly opened to him.
His tongue explored my mouth, igniting desire from deep within. I moaned and pulled his neck down. His lips removed themselves from mine, eyes holding a look of carnal desire.
He crawled on top of me as I laid back. I began unbuttoning his undershirt.
His lips attached to my neck as my fingers worked the buttons. I groaned loudly when his mouth met the junction between my neck and my shoulder. He stayed there for a moment, eliciting moans and pants from me. He bit and sucked the spot, leaving his mark. He pulled away and I felt him smile.
“Mine,” he whispered, kissing the spot softly.
“Yours,” I repeated, breathlessly.
I pushed the shirt off his shoulders and he leaned back on his haunches to pull it off. His hands landed on the fly of his jeans. His erection was straining against his jeans, the tent begging to burst.
“Are you sure, Lyla?”
I looked at him for a moment, admiring the toned body before me. A smile crept on my lips as I nodded.
“Words, baby. I need you to say it.”
“Yes, Jaxon. I need you.”
I saw his restraint break as he popped the button on his jeans and pulled his zipper down quickly. He jumped off the bed and pulled them off.
I leaned up as his fingers gripped the waist band of his underwear. I stopped him by placing my hands on top of his. He got my message and pulled his hands away. I slowly worked the material over his hips. His member sprang free and I gasped.
He was huge. His hand reached down and gripped the base. He slowly worked his hand up and down his shaft. I stared at the action, mesmerized. My mouth opened slightly as a breathy moan flew out of me. I heard Jaxon groan quietly and my eyes flew up to him. He was looking down, directly at my breasts.
The pool between my legs flooded again.
“Jaxon,” I moaned out.
His eyes connected with mine and he sprang to action. He pushed me back on the bed and pulled the silky straps down my arms.
“God, Lyla. I-”
“Not yet,” I interrupted him. “Please, not yet.”
“Why won't you let me say it?” He whispered, pulling my bra and panties off.
“I want you to, trust me. There's just a particular moment that I want it to happen at. I want the first time you say it be the moment that we-” His lips cut me off quickly.
I guess he got the hint, my inner sex goddess purred.
He lined himself up with my entrance and pulled back to look at me.
His beautiful green eyes stared into mine as he pushed his length into me. I whimpered, not used to the large size.
My eyes slammed shut.
“No, no, no. Look at me baby. Please, open those gorgeous eyes of yours.”
I opened them just as quickly as I closed them. He looked down at me, admiration shining through his eyes.
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The Bodyguard of the Mafia boss's daughter (part 23/32)