Chapter 38: Fear?

Esmerelda

Jaxson kisses me demanding I melt for him, and I do. He doesn’t even give me time to process what the fuck he just said. Instead, he kisses the shit out of me. And I kiss him back. He moves his hand from my face, one goes to my hips while the other works its way to the back of my neck under my arm. My own go to him chest feeling the ripples and groves of his chest and abs. He groans at my touch and pulls me closer, I moan in response. This kiss is everything. Its what I have thought about at least once a day since I met him. I can feel his body pressed against mine, my anticipation rising as our bodies intertwine. I can sense his desire as he grows harder against my stomach, and I can't help but moan at the memory of the feeling of him inside of me. My center warms with pleasure and my panties dampen with excitement. My hands eagerly slip through the buttons of his button down, desperate to feel his skin against mine in any way I can. He responds with a growl, his grip on m