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 moves 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.