Joy shook her head. “I don’t know, Chyna. I think you might be setting yourself up for some major heartache. A lot of guys don’t like women trying to change them. It could blow up in your face.”
Chyna blew out a breath. “The logical side of me knows that, but the rest of me doesn’t want to listen. I really like Jaxon. I had to try something. At first, I planned to leave him and never see him again, but then I came up with the idea of giving him a time limit. Two months should give me plenty of opportunities to get Jaxon to come around.”
“And what exactly do you have in mind?”
“I haven’t quite figured it all out yet, but I plan to show him what he’ll be missing if he ends things. I’m seeing him for dinner tonight, which I’ll be cooking.”
Joy nodded. “Food is a good start. Couple that with some great sex and you could have him eating out of your hand. I know that works with my Kevin.”
Chyna laughed. “I’ll have to remember that.” She hit the button to turn on the computer that sat on top of the desk. “I’d better take the phone off the answering service.”
“Yeah, I should get started as well. I’ll see you when it’s your lunch hour.”
Chyna went through the steps to have the phone ringing at the reception desk, then looked at the work she had to have completed before the end of the work day. Now that she’d spoken to Joy about Jaxon, Chyna wasn’t feeling as confident about her ability to change his mind as she had before. What if he did walk away at the end of the two months? Yes, those months would give her plenty of time to persuade him not to, but they would also give her plenty of time to fall for him.
She gave herself a mental shake and kick in the butt. She wasn’t going to think like that. It would only doom her before she’d even begun. Only positive thinking about Jaxon would be allowed from here on out.
Chapter Three
Chyna rushed home at the end of her day. After she arrived at her apartment, the first thing she did was check on the roast beef. The oven had turned off at the right time, and the meat looked done to perfection. She practically ran to her bedroom to change out of her work clothes so she could get started on the rest of the meal before Jaxon arrived.
She hated to admit it, but she’d thought about him all day. She’d also ached to be in his arms again. It had been a while since she’d last been with a man, and now her body craved Jaxon’s touch.
Back in the kitchen, she peeled some potatoes and put them on to boil. She left the roast to rest in the oven for now. She’d have to take it out later to make gravy from the drippings. As for a vegetable, she had some fresh green beans she’d bought the other day. It didn’t take very long for her to have them ready to be steamed.
Once the potatoes came to a boil and she’d turned down the burner, Chyna went into the living room to wait for Jaxon to arrive. She sat on the couch, her hands coming to rest in her lap. When she realized she was wringing them, she forced herself to stop. It was ridiculous, but she had a case of the nerves. In the back of her mind, a little voice said there was still a chance Jaxon wouldn’t show up. He’d told her more than once he didn’t do relationships. There was more than a slim chance he’d changed his mind overnight. And it wasn’t as if she could have talked to him about it during the day. They hadn’t exchanged phone numbers last night.
Chyna watched the minutes tick by, coming closer to five thirty. To distract herself, she checked on the food cooking in the kitchen. The potatoes were just about done when someone buzzed up to her apartment. A quick look at the clock on the stove showed it was a couple of minutes before half past five.
She left the kitchen and went the entrance door where there was a panel on the wall. She pushed the button to talk. “Hello?”
“It’s me, Jaxon.”
“Come on in.” Chyna pushed the button that would allow Jaxon through the secured door and into the lobby.
She hurried back to the kitchen to turn off the burners, then returned to the apartment door. A knock sounded not long afterward. Chyna opened it and smiled at Jaxon. He looked good enough to eat in a black t-shirt that outlined his strong upper body. His blue jeans hugged him in just the right places.
He held out the bottle of wine. “For you. I brought white since I wasn’t sure what we were having. I figured it would be safer than a red.”
Chyna took the bottle and stepped back to allow Jaxon inside. “Thanks. Dinner will be ready shortly.”
Once he walked into the entranceway, Chyna closed the door behind him and locked it. She went to head for the living room but found herself caught in Jaxon’s strong arms and turned toward him. His lips claimed hers. He kissed her thoroughly, his tongue pushing inside her mouth to duel with hers. Desire bloomed deep within her, making her ache for him.
Chyna took a deep breath through her nose, inhaling Jaxon’s masculine scent as well as the smell of the roast beef. With great reluctance, she ended the kiss. “It’s not as if I want to end this. I don’t want to ruin the food.”
Jaxon gave her a crooked smile. “We can’t have that. It smells too good to waste. We can wait to take this kiss further.”
She could wait, but her body was yelling “hell no”. Chyna ignored it and led Jaxon into the living room. “Take a seat. I just have a few things I have to finish, then we can eat.”
“I can sit in the kitchen.”
“All right. I’ll put you to work setting the table if you do.”
“I can do that. I’d rather be with you than sitting out here while you’re in there.”
Jaxon followed Chyna into the kitchen. She set him to work setting the table as she finished preparing the meal. He even offered to slice the roast beef, which she took him up on.
It felt kind of homey, sitting at her small kitchen table, eating with Jaxon. Chyna took a few bites of her food before she had a sip of the wine Jaxon had brought. “The wine is good,” she said.
“As is the food,” he replied. “I haven’t had a home-cooked meal like this in a very long time.” He gave her a sexy smile that just about melted her into a pile of goo. “I could get used to this.”
And she could get used to having him sharing meals and her life with her. Chyna immediately tamped down that thought. She would not set herself up to have her heart broken.
“Well, I’ll have to cook for you again then. It’s nice cooking for someone other than myself.” Chyna took another bite of food, chewed, then swallowed. “So, do you still have to work tonight?”
Jaxon nodded. “Yes, but I don’t have to leave here until it gets dark.”
“You don’t have any set time that you start? Only when it’s night out?”
“I know it sounds funny. The hours are just part of the job.”
“At least that gives us more time together before you have to leave.”
He turned a heated gaze on her. “And lots of time to do everything I’ve been thinking of doing to you.” He reached across the table and captured her hand. “Ever since last night, I haven’t been able to get the taste of you off my tongue. All day I’ve craved more of you.”
A shiver of arousal shot through Chyna. Her pussy clenched, wetness pooling deep inside it. Her need to have Jaxon shot through the roof. She licked her suddenly dry lips and Jaxon’s gaze followed the movement.
“I’m done eating. What about you?” she asked in a husky voice.
“Yes.”
They both stood at the same time. Jaxon met her halfway as she closed the distance between them. His arms came around her and his lips took hers in a searing kiss. It was so hot Chyna was surprised they didn’t set the room on fire.
Jaxon picked her up off her feet and Chyna wrapped her legs around his waist. He carried her out of the room. The thick bulge in his jeans rubbed against her pussy with each of his steps.
It took longer than it should for Jaxon to reach her bedroom. He kept stopping every few paces to put her back against the wall to drive her wild. His lips never left hers and he ground his hard cock bet
ween her legs. A couple of times, Chyna was about ready to beg him to forget the bed and just take her right there and then. Tear off her clothes and his and give her what her body desperately ached for.
When Jaxon finally made it to her bedroom, Chyna kept her stranglehold on him as he lowered her to the center of the mattress. She only let him go long enough for him to strip her shirt and bra off.
His hands skimmed lower over her body while he shifted down and took a nipple inside his mouth. Chyna moaned and squirmed beneath him. His erection brushed against her inner thigh. The night before when they’d been together, he hadn’t let her explore him. This time she wouldn’t miss out on the opportunity.
Jaxon released her nipple and kissed his way over to the other. Chyna threaded her fingers through his hair and brought his head up so he looked at her. “I want to touch you. Roll over onto your back.”
In a smooth motion, Jaxon did as she asked and yanked his t-shirt up and over his head. With his gaze locked on hers, he threw it over the side of the bed. Chyna shifted so she knelt at his side and looked at his bared upper body. His chest and shoulders were wide and thickly padded with muscle. Even his abs were a well-defined six-pack.
Before Chyna focused on the part of Jaxon that was still clothed, her gaze snagged on the tattoo he had on the left side of his chest directly over his heart. It was black and the style was ancient-Egyptian-looking. Inside a cartouche was the jackal-headed god, Anubis. In one hand he held an ankh and in the other a flail. She reached out and gently traced it with her fingertips. Jaxon made a low, rumbling noise that sounded pretty damn close to a growl.
Chyna skimmed her hand lower over his warm skin. She stopped at the waistband of his jeans. The bulge inside his pants was large. She knew Jaxon was big from when she’d cupped him. This time she’d get to feel him without anything coming between his cock and her hand.
She undid the button and pulled down the zipper. Parting the material, she encountered a pair of black silk boxers. Jaxon was so aroused the head of his cock stuck out the top of them. She licked her lips in anticipation of getting up close and personal with it.
“If you don’t touch me soon, I’m going to explode,” Jaxon said in a strained voice.
Chyna lifted her gaze to his. “Then take off your jeans and boxers and I’ll do just that.”
Jaxon’s hands landed on the top of his jeans and he tugged them and his boxers down and off with quick, hard pulls. Wetness leaked into Chyna’s panties at the sight of him naked. The man had a killer body. Having him once wouldn’t be enough.
She shifted to straddle his thighs. Her gaze landed on his cock. It was thick and long. He would completely fill her up. Stretch her pussy in the most delicious of ways. The thought of it plunging deep inside her sent a shiver of anticipation through her. He’d more than feel good.
Chyna reached out and wrapped her hand around Jaxon’s cock. He groaned, his hips lifting a small increment off the bed. She squeezed him and pumped her fist up and down. He matched her rhythm, pushing his shaft harder into her grip.
“Just like that,” he moaned.
A bead of pre-cum appeared on the very tip of his cock. Her pussy clenched and more of her wetness soaked her panties. Unable to hold back from tasting him anymore, Chyna bent and first licked off the pre-cum before she took him inside her mouth. She sucked on him hard, sliding him in and out. His cock grew even harder as Jaxon’s breaths left him in groans and moans.
She kept a firm grip on the base of his shaft as she took him almost to the back of her throat. Each stroke out, she paid extra attention to the spot underneath the flared head. With her other hand, she reached down and gently fondled his balls.
All too soon, Jaxon pulled her away from him. He flipped her to her back before he worked on undoing her pants. “I loved having you suck my cock, but I’m not coming that way.”
Jaxon tore her jeans down her legs and off, then snagged her panties with his fingers and took those off too. That done, he came down on top of her with his hips wedged between her spread legs. The head of his cock came to rest against the opening of her body. They both took sharp breaths.
He reached between them, took hold of his cock and rubbed the very tip of it into her wetness. Then with shallow strokes, he slowly entered her. He pulled his hand away and deepened his thrusts until she’d taken every inch of him. She felt as full and stretched as she’d thought she’d be with him buried to the hilt inside her pussy.
Then he moved in earnest. Chyna squeezed her inner muscles around him and lifted her hips to match his strokes. He almost pulled all the way out of her before he rammed back in. He pistoned between her thighs, taking her with hard thrusts. Chyna’s release built, her body coiling tighter.
Jaxon wrapped an arm around her waist and rose to sit upright with her straddling his waist. She put her hands on the tops of his shoulders and rode him, taking him deeper than she had in the other position. He also rubbed in just the right spot, his cock stimulating her clit with each long stroke in.
With his hands on her hips, he urged her to ride him faster, harder. Chyna panted and moaned. She was so damn close to coming. She strained against Jaxon, loving how he hit every nerve ending. Two more thrusts and she fell into an intense orgasm.
Her inner muscles rhythmically clutched Jaxon’s plunging cock. He grew harder as he bent his head and nuzzled where her neck and shoulder met. Chyna felt the scrape of his teeth against her skin. He thrust one final time into her and stiffened, a ragged moan leaving him as his shaft pulsed deep inside her pussy with his climax.
Chyna wrapped her arms around Jaxon’s shoulders and fought to catch her breath. He rested his forehead against her collarbone, breathing equally as hard. She reached up and ran her fingers through the hair at the back of his head. She’d been right. One time wouldn’t be near enough. Even if they made love all night, she’d still crave more of him.
Jaxon took a deep, shuddering breath, then lifted his head. He kissed her gently. “That was definitely worth waiting for.”
She smiled. “That’s what I was thinking.” Her stomach rumbled. Chyna gave him a sheepish grin. “I guess I’m still hungry. How about you?”
He chuckled. “My belly is feeling a little hollow at the moment.”
“You stay right here. I’ll go reheat our dinner and we can eat on the bed.”
Chyna gave Jaxon a quick kiss before she slid off his lap, then the bed. She snagged his t-shirt off the floor and pulled it on. She headed out of the room and toward the kitchen to get the food.
After Chyna left, Jaxon stretched out on the bed and rolled onto his back. Making love to Chyna was…different. Not in a bad way. If anything it was the best sex he could remember ever having. So good, in fact, he was glad she’d convinced him to stay with her longer than a night. If she hadn’t, he would have made a liar out of himself. Once had in no way allayed his appetite for her. He wasn’t even sure if two months would be sufficient. Just thinking about having Chyna again had his cock twitching with renewed interest.
No, it wasn’t because the sex was bad. It was the sensation he’d felt just before he’d come that made it unlike any sexual experience he’d had in the past. Those few seconds before he’d been thrown into an intense orgasm, a change had come over him. His eyeteeth had grown longer, sharper, turning into fangs as they did when he was in his half-human and half-jackal form. That was strange in itself, but the almost overriding need to bite Chyna where her shoulder and neck met had him more than a little concerned. He’d barely been able to stop himself. But as soon as he’d started to come, the urge had disappeared and his teeth had gone back to normal.
Jaxon figured he’d better have a chat with Anubis once he was done hunting for the night and had returned home. If there was something wrong with Jaxon, the god of the underworld would be able to fix whatever it was. Anubis had been the one to give Jaxon his shape-shifting ability in the first place.
A few minutes later Chyna returned carrying two plates
of food. Jaxon sat up as she approached the bed. He had to admit he liked the fact she wore his t-shirt. It was too big for her—the bottom of it reached her mid-thigh and the sleeves ended at her elbows—but he thought she looked better in it than he did.
“Here you go,” she said as she placed one of the plates on the bed next to him. A knife and fork were on it as well as the food.
“Thanks,” he said and shifted over so she could sit beside him.
Chyna sat on the mattress cross-legged. Before she could start to eat, Jaxon reached over and tugged his shirt up her body and off. She gave him a questioning look.
He smiled. “You look better with it off. Plus, I don’t want to be the only one eating while bare assed.”
She returned his smile with one of her own. “I don’t think I’ve ever had a naked picnic on my bed before.”
“Well, now you can say you have.”
They ate in companionable silence until they’d eaten everything. Once Chyna put her utensils down, Jaxon snagged their plates and put them on the floor. He then turned to face her.
“That was delicious, but now I’m ready for my second course,” he said as he crawled closer.
Chyna leaned back on her hands. Her head fell toward her shoulder blades as he kissed the side of her neck. “And what would you like for this second course?”
“You,” he replied huskily. “I want you spread out on the bed while I feast on every inch of you.”
He felt her shiver, and the scent of her arousal perfumed the air around them. He loved the smell of it. He breathed deeply, taking as much as he could into his lungs. His cock hardened, more than ready to sink deep inside Chyna’s pussy and take her hard and fast.
Jaxon snaked an arm around Chyna’s waist and kissed her with all the passion that blazed inside him. Once he had her groaning into his mouth, he pulled away before he positioned her on her hands and knees. He ran a hand over her bottom, then dipped it between her spread thighs to stroke her pussy. His fingers came away wet. She was ready for him.
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