Jaxson (River Pack Wolves 1)(19)

“You have no idea, Jaxson River. So don’t tell me—” Her words were cut off when he raised his hand to touch his fingertips to her cheek. What was he doing? His gaze dropped to her lips, so she shut her gaping mouth. She had no air to form words, anyway.

“You know…” He leaned closer, his voice a husky whisper. “It so happens that I’m between dates at the moment.”

“You have a date with Thea on Saturday,” she breathed, but she couldn’t bring herself to pull away. Her heart thumped so loudly, she wondered if he could hear it.

“I’m a free man for two days, then.” He drew closer and slipped a hand behind her back. What was he doing? Was he really going to kiss her?

“You’re… you’re supposed to be…” She tried to protest, but she didn’t want to, not really. And his nearness, his electric touch on her skin, was scrambling her brain.

“I’m big and bad, remember?” he whispered as his lips brushed her cheek. “I don’t do what I’m supposed to.” The last words crashed against her lips along with his mouth. His arms encased her body in a steel cage of muscle, but the last thing she wanted was to escape. The shock of his hungry lips on hers made her forget to kiss him back—but her body responded instinctively. She melted into his chest, her hands clawed at his back, and her mouth opened to him. He plunged his tongue inside, and by the time she tried to return the kiss—to counter the total domination of her mouth by his—he just groaned, twirled her around, and pushed her rear-end against the desk, trapping her between his rock hard body and the unforgiving wood of the desk. She was consumed by his lips, and she didn’t think the kiss could get any hotter, but then his hands started mapping her body. His fingers trailed hot lines of fire down her arms, around the small of her waist, and up her back. She gasped when he brushed the side of her breast, then rounded the palm of his hand against it, lifting and squeezing it and moaning against her mouth.

The heat was gushing between her legs, and every part of her body was fully alive under his commanding touch. She could barely breathe, and she had no idea what he was thinking, but his touch and his strength and his overwhelming masculine need for her was destroying any attempt at rational thought.

His mouth broke from hers, allowing her to gasp in air, but his urgent nips at her neck made her head tip back and her eyes roll up. Oh God, it’s been so long… and no man had ever touched her the way Jaxson River was right now.

His hand slipped under her shirt, where his fingers played electric fire on her skin. “Olivia.” He was panting against her neck. “Why do you taste so good?” The tip of his tongue flicked across her skin. “I want to touch every part of you.”

His words clenched the muscles tight and low in her belly. His fingers slipped inside her bra. Her breasts were large, but his hands were more than big enough to cup them. When his fingers found her rapidly hardening nipples, he growled a low sound, deep in his throat.

Yes. She dug her short nails even deeper into his back, feeling his muscles tense and flex through the thin fabric of his shirt. None of this made any sense. There was no reason for Jaxson River to want her like this—her of all people—but she wasn’t going to stop him. Even if it was just a quick tryst on her desk. She ached for every touch and panted whisper he would give her.

Footsteps sounded outside her office, followed by a rushed voice, saying, “Olivia, do you know where—”

The words cut off as whoever it was reached the door and swung to a stop inside. Olivia’s whole body jerked with the shock of being caught, and Jaxson suddenly stilled in his fervent explorations of her body. They both turned at once to look at the door.

Jaxson’s brother Jace stood there, slack-jawed, but with a slightly horrified look on his face. Olivia’s face flamed, but it was made worse by the way Jaxson shoved away from her so fast it was almost like he magically transported a foot away.

He was embarrassed. Caught making out with a human when he’s supposed to be looking for a female shifter mate.

Olivia wanted to sink into the floor.





A vacuum of embarrassment killed all sound in the room.

Olivia couldn’t decide if she should make some excuse for why Jaxson had her trapped against her desk with his hand up her shirt… or if she should just leave it to him. She had no explanation whatsoever for it anyway. Jaxson said nothing, silently adjusting his shirt and glaring at his brother, who was still standing in the doorway.

“Um,” Jace said, obviously also struggling for words. “Sorry to interrupt your… work…” He hesitated again, looking more perplexed than disapproving. Then he shook his head and swung a serious look to Jaxson. “We have a problem.”