Chapter Fifteen
"You mean this?" He briefly cupped himself, eyes heating as she continued to stare.
She tipped her chin in assent, pulse thrumming wildly. Holding her in t****l, he dropped his shorts to the floor allowing his c**k to spring free, hard and thick. Isabella bit down on her lower lip to keep from groaning. He was, in a word, magnificent. The kind of glorious perfection that inspired poets.
Jaxon arched an eyebrow. "Well?"
She rolled to her side, motioning for him to join her. The bed dipped under his weight and his hand landed at her hip. "This all for me?" she teased, parroting his earlier words as she touched the engorged crown of him, smearing the bead of moisture across the tip.
He sucked in a breath. "And then some. As much as you can take. As many orgasms as you can
