Jaxson (River Pack Wolves 1)(31)

“Jaxson,” she panted. “Oh, God, Jaxson, I’m going to…”

“Come for me, baby,” he said, voice tight. “I want to feel you come undone around me.”

His words pushed her over the edge, and her body convulsed, waves of pleasure so extreme washing through her that she was certain she’d passed out and traveled into some other realm filled with nothing but body-wracking pleasure, electric touches, and love.

Love.

Even as her body was completely owned by the pleasure he was thrusting inside her, Olivia’s heart soared, connecting with him, belonging to him. In a moment of ecstasy-fueled delirium, she could see that first touch, that first time his lips touched her skin and the electric feel of them… that was the moment when she truly became his. All the rest was just discovering that truth. And now, at the height of her pleasure, she was fully and completely aware of that fact.

Jaxson River was the only man who would ever be this to her.

When she started to come down, and awareness of the world faded back, she realized Jaxson was still slowly moving in and out of her. Still rock-hard. She opened her eyes and scanned his face.

It was lit with joy. “Dammit woman, you are so beautiful.” He slid out of her, and she immediately missed the fullness. And the sense of connection. He gathered her hands in his and pulled her up to sitting. “Come with me,” he said, and she nodded.

She would go anywhere with this man.





Watching Olivia come as Jaxson pounded his cock into her was practically a religious experience. Her gorgeous curves, the look on her face, the extreme pleasure of her pulsing around him—it was all so intense, he could barely keep from coming himself. And the electric feel of every part of her, every time he touched her, no matter where, no matter how… it was like the universe was connecting through them, binding them together.

He wanted to draw all of this out as long as possible.

Jaxson eased her off the desk. She blinked—a lot—and he couldn’t contain his smile at pleasuring her so thoroughly that it left her obviously light-headed. And he wanted to do so much more.

“Come sit in the chair with me,” he said with a grin. He reached back to pull the wide leather chair underneath him. Then he guided her toward him, drawing her knees up, one at a time until she was straddling him on the chair. He edged forward, positioning his cock right at her entrance, then slowly eased her down on him, burying himself inside her once again.

He groaned. This. This was where he wanted to be. Always.

Her eyes were wide, but she quickly got the idea. She grasped the back of the chair, angled him deeper, and rode him like a champion—slowly at first, then edging faster, bit by bit.

Holy fuck. He wanted to watch her sweet body swallow him whole, but that was going to push him over the edge even faster. He closed his eyes, leaned his head back, and groaned through the pleasure.

“Are you okay?” She was breathless and concerned, her fingertips gently touching his face. He opened his eyes. Her flushed-pink, puckered-nipple body was riding him like the rise and fall of a decadent merry-go-round—only he got to be a very lucky horse.

“Am I okay?” He gasped in between the words. “A goddess is riding me… so no, I think I might actually die in this moment. Die a very happy man.”

She smiled, and it made her even more beautiful. Then, in the middle of driving him insane, she trailed her fingers across his chest, and asked, “What does it mean?”

She meant his tat—omni tempore. “It’s from the SEALs. All in, all the time.” He smirked and thrust up to meet her on the downward stroke, driving his cock even deeper inside her… which just made him suck in a breath as it forced a gasp from her. “Not quite what my CO meant at the time.”

Her smile grew even wider. He wanted to stay all in, all the time with her—wanted to give her everything he had to give—but that grin of hers was too much. He needed to touch her, pound into her, and banish that smile with more screams of pleasure. He lifted the heavy globe of her silken breast with one hand, and pressed the other to her sex, slick between them. Every touch sparked with that special something that he’d only ever experienced with her. He worked that for everything it was worth, giving her as much as he was getting. She started to pump faster, but oh God… that would make him come, and he couldn’t have that. Not yet. This was too much perfection, too much of everything he’d ever wanted—all the connection he never thought he would have outside a true mating—and he wanted to stretch it out as long as it could possibly go.

He flicked his thumb faster over her nub. She gasped and bucked against him, her delicate fingers digging into his shoulders. She shuddered, perking her nipple in his hand… and then she came undone around him, squeezing his cock with her orgasm in a way that nearly drove him to the edge. Before she was even finished, he had to lift her off, or that would end it right there.