Pucking the Captain
"You think you're so smart, don't you, Vane? Walking around all day, looking at me like that, making me wait until we're behind a locked door."
"I wasn't trying to make you wait," I gasped, my head falling back as his mouth trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down my collarbone.
My brain was completely short-circuiting, my thoughts dissolving into a hazy, white-hot need. "I just wanted to see how long you could hold out."
Jaxson let out a low, feral growl that vibrated right through my chest. His hand moved up, his rough, calloused fingers wrapping around my throat.