Nina
“Nina?” He repeats.
“I can’t-” Before I can say anything else, Jaxon’s hands are on me, pushing my dress up, his fingers brushing my thighs. My skin ignites at his touch, fire racing through me. I bite my lip, fighting the urge to moan. “Jaxon, wait—”
“Shut up,” he growls, pushing my panties to the side before burying his mouth between my legs.
“Holy s**t,” I gasp, my back arching as he devours me like he hasn’t eaten in days. “Jaxon!”
“Tell me you want this,” he mutters against me, his breath hot and making me squirm.
“I do,” I manage, the heat pooling in my core. “But—”
“Then stop talking,” he snaps, fingers working their magic while his mouth works me over. I’m teetering on the edge, and he knows it.
Just as I’m about to lose myself, the confession spills out. “I kissed him
