Page 33 of Louder Than Words

I sit up straight, adding just a bit more pressure against him, and watch his eyes flutter. “Now, I only have one set,” I say with a playful tilt of my head. “So you’ll have to promise to keep your hands right where I put them.”

“Mmm… and what happens if I don’t?”

“Then I stop,” I reply simply, shrugging.

I watch him gulp, and nod slowly.

“That’s what I thought,” I say with a light chuckle.

Sliding off his hips, I rise to my feet beside the bed. I hook my fingers into the waistband of his boxers, tugging them down inch by inch, loving every second his muscles tense beneath my touch. The moment they hit the floor, I swiftly kick off my panties, drop my knees onto the mattress, and begin crawling toward him.

A low groan rumbles from Jax’s throat.

I look up and giggle innocently. “What’s wrong?”

“Watching you crawl to me like that?” he says, his voice rough. “Makes me want to break your rule.”

My hands fly, cupping his balls as I watch him hiss through his teeth. “You wouldn’t wanna do that now would you? Don’t you want me to continue?”

He nods. “Mhm.”

I release, but quickly wrap my hand around the base of his cock, giving it a squeeze.

“Yes, what?” I purr, arching a brow as I keep my grip firm.

His eyes pinch shut. “Yes, please.”

I lean down, smiling with my lips brushing against the tip. “That’s what I thought,” I say, then run my tongue over his crown.

Tightening my grip around him, I let his length slip past my lips, taking in every inch until he hits the back of my throat. The feel of him pulsing against my tongue? God, there’s nothing like it.

I keep sucking, hollowing out my cheeks the way I know drives him crazy. When my eyes flick up to him, I catch the sweat beading along his hairline and both hands clenched into tight fists. Just knowing he’s breaking into a sweat from what I’m doing to him sends a fresh surge of confidence coursing through me.

My eyes stay locked on his as I let him spring from my lips.

“Since you’ve been a good boy and you’re listening, I’ll let you decide,” I say, my hands still stroking him. “Do you want to fill my throat? Or my pussy?”

I don’t know why, but even saying the word out loud sends a flutter through my stomach—like I can’t quite believe I said it either.

We’re not usually like this—being so vocal with what we want or fighting for control in the bedroom. But something changed in the almost three months we haven’t had each other. Like we’re fighting to make up for every second we went without tasting each other. Withoutfeelingeach other.

He licks his lips, voice strained as he chokes out, “Inside of your pussy.”

I tilt my head slightly and reach up to cup him again—a little firmer than before, but not enough to cause pain.

His abs clench as his breath hitches. “Please. Please,” he breathes, the words tumbling out in a rush.

I smile wickedly, easing my grip as I release him. “Good boy.”

Then I begin to crawl slowly up his body, my core pulsing with every inch I get closer, watching the heat in his eyes burn hotter by the second. All because ofme.

The single mom who once had zero confidence. The same woman who never would’ve admitted she deserved anything close to this. The fact that Jaxon Owens is begging for me, drooling over me, and looking at me like I’m his answered prayer.

It’s everything I ever deserved.Everything.

And the fact that I’m straddling him right now and don’t even need my hands to guide him inside of me? That says everything about how much he wants me.

I hover over him, letting the tip of his cock slip between my lips until it gently bumps into my swollen clit. His head rolls to the side, chest heaving, hands twitching to touch but knowing well enough not to break my only rule tonight.