“Of course, Brooke. You need it. Enjoy it, have a good weekend, and I‘ll see you Monday.”
I push down the disappointment of not seeing him for the next two days and jump up from the couch, excited to see if Rach can join me in playing hooky. I make my way to his door, turning to him once more. “Thanks for everything, Sax. Not just the business side of things, but for looking after me, too. I couldn’t have made it through the last few months without you.”
He gives me a sad smile and nods. “Go on and pamper yourself, Brooke. You deserve it.”
As I leave his office I see him throw his drink back before he leans his head against the couch and closes his eyes again, looking just the same as he did when I’d first entered.
I wonder why he’s still upset. I wonder if I’ll ever know what goes through his head. Especially what goes through his head while he’s holding me with his piercing green eyes.
Working late in Saxon’s office, he leans over the back of my chair, examining the figures on the screen. His breath flows over my ear and neck and it’s comfortable and familiar, while still sending shivers rolling down my back.
Spending so many months working so closely together has really brought us closer, and he’s probably the main person in my life besides Rachel and my parents.
Our time is spent together talking daily about the smallest details in our life: what we watched on TV the night before, what funny things we saw on the drive to work that morning, what crazy things Jeanie says to us in our phone conversations with her, and of course, whatever office gossip I had gained the day before. Saxon acts as if he doesn’t care, but I can see his eyes light up if I have something really juicy, like the time Brett caught herpes from a stripper.
Over the past week since Amber’s little visit it has been more work and less play as we’ve been having quite a few late nights working on some tax reports. Thankfully, everything seems normal, and Saxon hasn’t said any more confusing comments or brought up the ones he did say. After hours, and I mean hours, of analysing his words, I’m still no closer to guessing their meaning.
Saxon remains silent behind me, and I wonder if these numbers have stumped him as much as they have me. My eyes are beginning to cross as I stare at the same figures we’ve been looking over for the past two hours.
Saxon takes a deep breath and suddenly his rough hand is on my shoulder, holding it lightly. My body instantly stills in response to his touch.
Over all the months we have been working together, he has never touched me, besides his attempt after Amber’s visit. No innocent touch of the hands, no brushing against me as we passed in the hallway, no bumping knees under the table. Nothing. Almost as if he makes sure to avoid it.
His hand runs slowly down my arm and sends tingles and goose bumps all over my body. I look up to him, my eyes meeting his. They sparkle with something like want… like need.
He stares into my gaze, and I don’t know what he’s looking for. My chest tightens as I hold my breath in anticipation of his next move.
Saxon leans down towards me and softly places his lips on mine. He doesn’t close his eyes for a second, like he doesn’t want to miss any part of my reaction. I freeze. My mind shuts off to the world around me, and I can only focus on the fast thudding of my heart and the blood rushing in my ears. He’s kissing me? Pleasure starts to creep into my senses. The affection his kiss holds is overwhelming.
His lips are soft and warm, he’s gentle and I can almost feel the question his mouth holds. I pull away, releasing the massive breath I’ve been holding, and Saxon must take this as some kind of answer as he takes a sharp intake of breath and closes his eyes.
He moves his hands to my face as his lips crash against my own. His kiss is no longer gentle; it no longer holds reserve and uncertainty. Although his lips are still soft and warm, the kiss is hard and punishing, controlling and confident, and my lips go along for the ride.
A groan escapes from the back of his throat before he glides his tongue along the seam of my lips, and my body answers his question for me, my mouth opening up and allowing him access. I feel like a teenager again having my first kiss.
Saxon pulls away from my mouth, places his hands under my arms and pulls me into a standing position in front of him. He looks painfully into my eyes, wanting to know what to do next.
Do I want this? Is it wrong? What will happen after? What does it mean? Shit. I can’t stand here for twenty minutes mulling things over while Saxon is watching me, waiting for my reaction.
I shake my head, trying to free my thoughts. He takes my head-shaking as a no and steps back with regret plastered on his face.
Without thought, my hands reach out to grab his waist. His eyes widen at the tight grip I have on him, his pale blue cotton shirt scrunched up in my hands, causing my knuckles to turn white.
Saxon stands completely still, waiting for my next move. I know he’s leaving this up to me, but I don’t want to be the one to make this decision. I don’t know if I should turn and run or throw him down and hold onto him like he’s my last breath.
Looking down to his chest, I marvel at the muscles I can see tensing beneath his dress shirt. I slowly release my strong hold on his waist and gradually graze my fingers towards the middle of his stomach. They rub and caress the tight muscles clenched beneath, and I hear him release a gasp. It excites me that it’s my touch doing that to him. That I could affect someone as enthralling as Saxon.
My hands continue gliding to his abs, up his chest and across the top of his pecs, where I give a light squeeze, enjoying the firmness, before continuing along his collarbones until they slide over the tops of his shoulders and reach around his neck.
I lift my eyes to Saxon’s from underneath my eyelashes as I entwine my fingers through his hair. I’ve just told him I want him too. The lust in his eyes almost hides the shock. Maybe he was hoping I was going to be the one to make the right decision. To turn and run. Maybe I should have. But I don’t want to.
Before I have the chance to think it over, Saxon grabs my waist hard and pulls me tight against him, his arousal digging into my hip. He takes my mouth in the same fierce way he did before, except this time I open my mouth instantly, and he doesn’t miss a beat before searching for my tongue with his own.
My chest is pushed up against his hard torso, and his leg resting between mine places pressure on my core. I tighten my grip on the back of his head and push off my toes as if my body is trying to climb his. Climb inside him. Even if I could, I don’t think it would be enough, enough to fill the need which has overcome me.
He feels my desperation and slides his hands from my hips, over my ass and then lightly down the backs of my thighs. The feel of his hands through the thin, soft material of my pants sends a moan of frustration through me. It feels so good, but it isn’t enough.
He groans into my mouth, roughly grabbing underneath my thighs and lifting me to him. Automatically, I wrap my legs around his waist and whimper as his erection hits me right where I need it. God, it feels so fucking good, almost too much. I think I could come just from that small touch.
He licks and kisses along the base of my neck, trailing his tongue along my collarbone before kissing his way up to my ear. He nuzzles his nose on the sweet spot underneath it, and I release a rushed breath.
He abruptly devours me with his mouth once more, and just as I catch up to his frantic pace, he’s pulling away again, kissing and licking frantically across the side of my neck he missed the last time.
Suddenly we’re moving. He heads towards the door to the side of his desk which I know leads to the small apartment attached to his office.
Thank God. I need more, and I need it now.
Saxon opens the door, heads in and kicks it shut behind us, flipping the light switch, and a few soft lamps glow. He turns us around and pushes me up against the door, using his hips to hold me as he continues licking and sucking my neck. He makes his way up to my earlobe and sucks it into his mouth before biting
it. I yelp out in surprise, and he moves swiftly back to my mouth, kissing me, hard and desperate.
This all feels hard and desperate. There are no appreciative touches, no lingering kisses. Saxon is ravishing me, and I can barely keep up. Before I can grasp my senses, he’s walking us through the apartment, past the couch and TV and to the bed that rests against the back wall.
He throws me down onto it and doesn’t waste a minute before he’s undoing my zip and pulling my black slacks off, along with my panties. He stands back and undoes his own slacks and pushes them down. He’s so quick I can’t even tell if he had underwear on or if he doesn’t wear any.
Before I can focus too much he is lying between my legs. I feel the need and wetness between my legs begging for attention. Saxon reaches down and runs his finger from my clit, through my folds. He groans as if in pain and burrows his head into my neck.
Leaning over, he opens the drawer and reaches for something… a condom. Kneeling between my legs, he tears open the packet and rolls the condom down his cock. My eyes can’t help but follow his actions as I take in his hard and straining length.
Grabbing his cock, he lies over me while placing it at my entrance. I take in a deep breath as it hits me. We’re really going to do this. I have never had sex like this, so needy and desperate. We both still have our shirts on and I’ve barely seen any of his skin. There have been no sweet words whispered. Actually, there have been no words at all.
Saxon’s eyes meet mine, and he thrusts into me in one solid motion. I gasp in shock at the sensation; it’s been a while. He doesn’t waste a second before he pulls back out and thrusts deep again. This time my gasp is replaced by a long moan. God, it feels good. My body awakens, and the need between my legs has returned.
His thrusts speed up and my eyes roll back as my head settles into the mattress. The sensations are building and every time he pushes into me he hits me deeper, completely filling me up. He leans over me and his thrusts become stronger and less controlled. My hands are digging into his biceps as my legs clench around his hips.
The sensation is overwhelming and almost too much, my body tightening in response. As soon as he thrusts deep again, I’m gone, thrashing and screaming as my body comes apart beneath his. I dig my fingernails into his muscles with all the strength I possess. I’m not sure if it’s Saxon or because I haven’t had sex for a long time, but the orgasm is like none I’ve had before, or remember having.
His thrusts are even faster now and each one pushes my orgasm out longer and longer until I can’t take it anymore. My body is limp. My arms and legs fall heavy into the mattress, and I don’t even notice Saxon getting lost in his own release.
He rolls off me and off the bed and walks briskly to the adjoined bathroom.
I haven’t seen the apartment since we first leased the building. It wasn’t furnished then, and I’m shocked to see it full of furniture. It’s only one room, but Saxon and Nate have done a lot with it.
There’s a black leather three-seater couch near the entrance to the apartment, which faces the large flat-screen TV. Just beyond the couch there is a queen-size bed, which I’m lying on, with a black-and-white quilt cover set, now thrown on the floor somewhere. To the left there is a small L-shaped kitchenette along the wall, and behind that is the bathroom, entered through a door near the bed.
When we leased these offices, the apartment was already built and attached to the larger office. Nate let Saxon have it as he would never use it. And Saxon would be more likely to want to crash at the office if they had a late night working. Nate also teased Saxon that he better keep the girls off the desk as he officially had a bed he could use.
Why does even the thought of Saxon with another woman in here make me want to lose my lunch?
I sit up to get off the bed when Saxon appears in the bathroom doorway. Holding my breath, waiting for his reaction, I remain still.
Saxon and I gaze at one another, not moving from each other’s eyes. I slowly go to move off the bed when he makes his way towards me. I’m not sure what is going to happen, but his face is blank as I study it and I’m unable to read his reaction.
He stands by the end of the bed, completely naked, and I can’t help but peruse him from head to toe since I haven’t had a chance to get a good view of him yet. The first thing that captures my gaze are his tattoos. Saxon has tattoos?
I spot one on his chest, one on his ribs, and I can see the start of another under his bicep. I’m not sure if I’m shocked or not. Saxon has always been somewhat rebellious but I can’t help but look differently at him now. You’ll rarely catch him out of a suit, and he always looks so well put-together, so clean cut. Standing here in front of me with his just-fucked hair, chiselled body and tattoos, he’s anything but.
I focus on the script across his right ribs and wish I were close enough to read it. Wow, inside Saxon is a bad boy. It gives him an edge, and I’m a little turned on by this revelation.
My eyes quickly shoot up to his, realising I’ve probably been staring at his body for far too long. His face is still blank as he stares at me. I break the stare before Saxon does as I’m beginning to feel uncomfortable, and decide to have another quick glance of him before shit hits the fan.
As my gaze trails down I see his cock semi-hard and again my eyes shoot to his. I pull in a deep breath while Saxon looks me up and down. If I was uncomfortable before I have no words for what I’m feeling now.
He crawls onto the bed towards me and my body automatically scoots back to retreat. He keeps coming until his whole body is leaning over me and caging me in without touching me. His body rests on his forearms, which lie on either side of my head, while he kneels on his knees, which hug my hips.
He leans down to kiss my neck and I can’t think of anything else when he touches me like this. He distracts me from all other thoughts, and I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing, but I don’t care because his kisses are sensational.
Saxon nibbles and sucks as he moves up my neck and leaves a few soft kisses underneath my ear, trailing light warm kisses across my jaw before taking my mouth with his. This times it’s nothing like the last. It’s slow, torturous, and filled with emotion.
He wraps his hand behind my neck as he holds me close and devours my mouth. My hands automatically go to his hair. It’s thick and soft, and I can’t help but slowly pull my fingers through it. God that feels good. Saxon moans into my mouth, and I realise it feels good for him too.
His hand runs down my neck and across my collarbone before coming to rest against the base of my throat. It’s a light touch, only resting on my skin, but it covers my body in goose bumps, and I feel the need between my legs begin to stir.
Arching my back, I lift my hips up to his, trying to gain some contact. I need to feel him. Feel his warm skin against my own. Saxon sits back on his heels, taking away the small contact we did have and were enjoying.
He peruses my body once more before wrapping his fingers around the hem of my blouse. He slightly tugs it, and I take that as a sign to sit up so he can remove it. He leans down and places a small kiss on my neck before pulling my shirt off without even undoing the buttons. As soon as it passes my head I lie back down, and he throws it onto the floor.
Saxon again sits on his heels as he places his hand back at the bottom of my throat before he trails his palm down my chest between my breasts. I suck in a deep breath at the tickling sensation of his light touch. He runs his hand down my stomach, finding his way to my sex and running a single finger from my clit down through my folds.
Saxon stops and closes his eyes, and I know it’s because he’s found me ready again. Placing both his hands on my shoulders, his gaze follows as he drags his hands from my arms, down my ribs, reaching my hips, his eyes following every movement.
He pulls up my leg up to rest against his body by my ankle and calf and begins lavishing kisses all down my leg. As he reaches my thigh he spreads my legs and makes way with his kisses to my sex. Saxon mov
es onto my other thigh as he completely ignores where I need it most. I whimper in dissatisfaction, and I feel the grin on his face as he leaves trails of kisses on my other leg.
Leaning back to examine my body once more, I can see the hunger in his bright green eyes as he moves them over my naked self, clearly liking what he sees. Saxon explores my body with his hands, eyes, and lips. I’m feeling vulnerable and euphoric all at once. He’s taking his time, savouring it. Going so slowly it’s like he has waited a lifetime for this and doesn’t want to miss a thing.
My body begins squirming beneath him. I can’t take his torture any longer. I need to feel him. Saxon leans over and places another small kiss on my neck as he reaches for another condom, rolling it over himself. He lowers himself, this time placing all his weight on me. Resting between my legs, he takes my neck and pulls me in for another long kiss. I can’t concentrate: all I can feel is Saxon’s hard cock pressing against my sex.
I slowly roll my hips to gain some friction against his dick and let out a long, desperate moan as Saxon pushes the tip in. I release a contented sigh, and he pushes inside me oh-so slowly, inch by inch. The full feeling overtakes me, and I close my eyes and lay my head back.
He lightly kisses, licks, and nibbles at my neck while he slowly pulls out of me before purposefully pushing back in again. He repeats this agonisingly slow pace while holding me tight against him and hiding his face in my neck, placing soft kisses all over it.
His hot breath is flowing over my collarbone. Mixing that with the unhurried lovemaking, I can barely string two thoughts together. Our first time was rushed, desperate, and fuck, it was hot, but this is more fulfilling in every way. The first time scratched an itch, whereas this time feels like it’s filling something deep inside. Something I didn’t know needed filling.
He makes me feel. To feel so close to someone, feel so cherished and wanted. To feel like there is at least one other person who feels the same as you, who might be going through the same as you. Being with Saxon is comforting in the most wonderful way. Like I don’t have to hide anymore, because he knows all of my darkest secrets, and I’m free to be me.
Wherever You Will Go Page 13