Sienna
We continued kissing till we both paused to catch our breath a bit.
For a moment, neither of us moved. The sound of the shower filled the space between our breaths — steady, rhythmic, almost like a heartbeat. Then he leaned in, closing the gap, his mouth finding mine.
The kiss was different this time — slower, deeper. I could feel the heat rising, spreading from where his hands rested on my hips. His lips trailed down to my jaw, my neck, each kiss leaving a spark that refused to fade.
When I tilted my head back, his breath brushed against my skin. “Jaxon…” I breathed, barely able to say his name.
He looked up at me, eyes darkened by something tender, something raw. “Tell me what you want.”
I didn’t have to. The way I touched him, the way I leaned into him said everything. My h
