CHAPTER 007: DO YOU NEED A LITTLE SOMETHING, SWEETHEART?

I'm kissing him. I can't believe I'm kissing him. His lips are hard, warm, as opposed to my cold, soft lips. He's not moving, and neither am I—I'm frozen, like our lips are glued together.

A low groan tears from his throat, and that makes me slightly shift, my heart hammering in my chest because I don't know what to do! But he does, because he moves heavily, and it feels like the whole world moves with him. His hands cup my jaw, and when he kisses me back ferociously and hungrily, I see fireworks.

I've always heard of this—seeing fireworks during a kiss. I've read it in books but I've never experienced it until now. Damn, he can kiss. He makes these hungry noises that make my pussy ache as he kisses the fuck out of me. He's stealing every breath in my lungs with every suck he makes on my trembling lips; he maneuvers my face so he can swallow my mouth, thrust his hot tongue in so he can twirl it around mine. Fire spreads in my stomach, my heart is beating in my throat, I'm flaming. This is by far the best kiss in my entire life!

“Oh my God.” I shudder, my head spinning as he breaks the kiss. I feel like I've been reborn. I feel new.

“I've been wanting to do that since I clapped eyes on you, doll,” he growls with a smile, and that worsens my disheveled state. His eyes are flaming green, his hard red lips swollen and glistening with my saliva—like I've branded him. I'm sure I look totally kissed right now, panting hard and with a discombobulated look. There are no words for this moment.

“Thank you,” I whisper with a swallow, trying to push my heart back to its original position. Jaxon laughs, and I frown because… why's he laughing? Did I sound stupid?

“You're the cutest thing ever, doll.” He pinches my cheek, staring at me with puppy eyes that cause a swirl low in my tummy.

The kitten mewls then, and we both chuckle. She always has a way of making us remember she's right here.

“Oh, I'm sorry, little one, you're also as cute as Mommy,” Jaxon murmurs to her. My stomach bottoms at Mommy. He called me Mommy.

I try not to blush too hard, but too late, I'm all red and tingly.

“What should we name her?” I suggest, reaching to touch her soft fur.

“I'm not really good with names...”

I think for a few seconds, chewing my bottom lip. I look forward, and there's a huge heap of snow.

“How about Snowie?”

“Sounds cute,” Jaxon agrees. The kitten—now Snowie—purrs.

“Guess she likes it too,” I say.

We both chuckle again, the moment filled with warmth.

Jaxon catches six more fish—six more! And then we head back to the cabin. He makes garlic butter fish for the both of us—trust me to drool at the sight of him cooking. Snowie, on the other hand, eats just cooked fish; she can't have any of the other ingredients.

“This looks comfy enough for her,” Jaxon says with a groan as he settles Snowie carefully in folded cashmere blankets next to the bed. I watch in awe as he scratches Snowie’s fur tenderly, seeing a rugged-looking man like Jaxon tend to a helpless kitten is such a turn on.

He whispers goodnight to her before rising. Our eyes lock, and immediately, we're breathing slow, eyeing each other and most definitely recalling the hot kiss at the pond.

“So um...” I look around, trying to avoid his gaze because I can't breathe when he looks at me like that. “What are the sleeping arrangements?” I point to the bed.

Jaxon shrugs and thinks for a moment.

“I was hoping we'd share a bed, but I can sleep on the rug if you—”

“I can't have you sleeping on the rug.” I shake my head like the thought is unbearable.

“Oh no, it's fine if—”

“We can share the bed, Jaxon.” I insist with a firm nod.

I catch Jaxon's big body relax before he gives me a small smile. I smile too, but that smile soon disappears when, in one quick snag, he takes off his shirt and trousers.

A jolt shoots through me and ripples in my core when my eyes are graced with his hairy, muscular chest and well-defined abs. Now, he's in only black briefs, and I swear the front of the briefs looks like there's a big snake hidden inside. Is he hard? Is that him soft?

Oh God, I know he's well-hung, twelve fucking inches, but why does it look even bigger now? Surely he must be uncomfortable carrying that around. And look at those thick, hairy thighs!

I can't even pretend I'm not looking. He's so fucking hot, I'm breathing like a bull. He shoots me a smirk that makes me feel silly. I try to look away, but I'm already hypnotized.

“I'll take the left corner,” he tells me, then moves—toward me.

I'm frozen, all I can do is breathe fast and watch him. He stands, towering over me, his heat making me hotter. I crane my neck to meet his dangerous gaze, and I feel like the little energy in me is being sucked out.

I wanna suck him too. Suck that monster he's hiding in his pants.

“Have a goodnight, Belle.” He rasps, too rough, too guttural, like a sexual threat. Like he's saying, 'sweet dreams and think of me fucking you while you rub your sweet little cunt to sleep.'

I open my mouth to breathe loudly because I might pass out if I don't. All of this raw masculinity, heat, and feral desire is choking me.

“Night,” I manage to say in a small voice.

He huffs and strides around to the other side of the bed. He lays flat on his back and doesn't use the blanket to cover up. Isn't he cold? How can he sleep in just his briefs?

I bite back a groan. This is going to be the most pussy-clenching night of my life. My darkest fantasy is sleeping right next to him in just briefs. Pray for me.

I inhale sharply and go ahead to sleep on my corner. I use the blanket because my pajamas are not thick enough to make me warm. I glance at Snowie, and she's watching, her blue eyes glowing in the dimly lit room.

'Close your eyes, Mommy, and Daddy are in bed.'

I listen to the hooting of owls and the thick sound of the wall clock, like my hearing has been heightened. I can also hear Jaxon breathing loudly, but I don't dare turn to look.

I'm not breathing properly, it's like there's something stuck in my lungs. My hand is wedged between my inner thighs for warmth because I'm so fucking hot and trembling down there. Jaxon shifts, and I press my eyes shut, my heart hammering in my ears, my pulse buzzing under my skin. How on earth am I going to sleep like this?

It's quiet for a while until Jaxon makes a strangled sound.

I squeal, unable to hide how my body is so affected by his every movement. I gently begin to rub my crotch and reflexively start rolling my hips against the bed. I start making little sounds too, my head crowded with dirty thoughts as I subtly graze my drenched crotch on my hand. It's not the best thing, but it's making me feel a little relaxed, my body's all tingly, my pussy clenching around nothing, aching for more. Aching for Jaxon. But I can't ask him to touch me, it'll be the most embarrassing thing.

When he moves again, I snatch my hand away from my thighs and pretend to be dead asleep. He moves even more, and the whole bed shifts. Oh God, what's happening?

I nearly die of a heart attack when his big arm wraps around my waist and roughly pulls me to his steamy-hot body. Every restraint in me evaporates then.

“Jaxon,” I rasp in relief, my whole body quivering, weak at his touch. I settle against his hard body and start rocking, using my plump ass to hump that rock-hard erection that's driving me nuts. Yes. I'm a shameless little slut.

He hums and takes his hand down between my thighs. I moan when his thick fingers circle my crotch, bringing me short, sweet pleasure.

“Oh Jaxonnnnnn,” I moan, growing impatient and horny. I've never been this hot in my life. It's like a feverish lucid dream. We're making all kinds of erotic noises, like sex-starved idiots. I feel like I'm going to pass out if he doesn't fuck me.

And just then, he presses his mouth to my ear and whispers, his breath hot and tangy.

“Do you need a little something, sweetheart?”