Desperate to salvage all that's left in his and his brothers' careers, Daxton enlists the help of the innocent and blind Mikayla Hudson. However, Mikayla soon realizes that lying to the professionals proves more challenging than she firsts anticipat...
Besides, there was no way a man like Daxton would be interested in her. She had baggage and not just in the physical sense.
"Cameron arrives tomorrow," Daxton said. Maybe it was her own wishful thinking, but she was sure she heard a drip of sadness when he spoke. If only.
Mikayla nodded. "I'm sure he's happy about it."
Daxton snorted and quickly tried to mask it with an awkward cough and laugh combination. Truly the man sounded like he was choking, and Mikayla's alarm rose. She didn't think about it and quickly reached for him, trying to find his face and see if he was okay.
"What happened? Are you okay?" She asked quickly, running her fingers across his face as she tried to somehow feel that he was still breathing and not with any health complication. Her fingers skimmed his lips and the sounds halted instantly from Daxton. Almost simultaneously, they both froze. Mikayla could feel the short breaths on her fingers that slipped through his small parted lips. Her breathing followed his and without consciousness towards it, she was breathing in time with him, falling silent into the moment.
Still she couldn't move her fingers away, no matter how many sirens blast in her ears.
She wasn't even aware that she'd moved and faced him, but she was aware of his movement, mimicking hers. His knee now brushed hers, the strong bone giving her strength through his trousers. His knee was a sharp bone that stabbed into her calf and the heat from it multiplied through her body. He was so close, so warm now, so strong. It wasn't bravery that led her, most likely an incident of insanity. Her left hand moved slowly. She trailed her fingers away from his lips, featherlight past his cupid bow and up his curved slope towards the soft busy eyebrows and then, back down along his jawline.
She could feel his breathing increase; his breaths warming up her fingers on her right hand. She should stop. She had lost control of her inhibitions and was travelling too far down a road she wasn't sure she should be on. And still, she couldn't. It was as though something else controlled her and Daxton's silent reactions only fueled her further.
She couldn't say who moved first and honestly she wasn't' sure she cared. All she knew was that one second her right thumb had slipped over his bottom lip and grazed his tooth and next, all the oxygen in her had been stolen. Lip to lip and chest to chest. It was all she could focus on; all she could care to think about. He felt amazing, better than the short fantasy she'd played in her head earlier that day. His lips, which had felt chapped against her fingers where nothing of the sort against her own. They were firm and soft.
The way his head moved, carefully to the left while she followed to the right and the way his palm cradled her jaw like a piece of crown jewelry were all Mikayla could focus on. She'd only ever kissed one other man before this but there really was no need for comparison. Daxton won. She hadn't even need to think much about it.
She could feel his small tuffs of breath on her cheek as the kiss moved from sweet to suddenly overwhelming as the heat in the room increased. He tested the waters first, pulling away a fraction of an inch before pecking her softly first then, on the second touch of his lips on hers, he nibbled her bottom lip. The action surprised Mikayla so much that she gasped, and Daxton soared through, shoving his tongue so deep that she felt it in her toes. She lost all thought with that action. Her arms fell lamely to her sides as she sagged against him and simply surrendered to the feeling of being claimed in a way she'd never felt before.
There was no fight for control, Mikayla let him have it all, let him own her with his weapon. His grip on her jaw tightened and his left hand moved to her waist. He gripped her flabby flesh, grasping a chunk of it in his hand. Usually Mikayla would feel uncomfortable having anyone feel her body in that way. It was a part of her she was ashamed of and usually she'd fear what Daxton must think of but, she was too far gone. Instead, his squeezing made her moan and that simply encouraged Daxton more. Before she could react, he'd moved his right hand to her waist and now gripping both sides of her waist, he pulled her forward, going as far as to lift her up onto his lap. She now straddled him, her feet hanging in the air over the back behind Daxton.
His arms in turn wrapped around her completely and she was surprised he could hold all of her. When he squeezed her tight, her legs tightened around him in reflex and the feeling had them both pull away from the steamy kiss with a groan.
Daxton's head fell against her forehead, their loud heavy breaths were all she heard through the fog. "Damn," he suddenly whispered. Mikayla could feel his words more than she heard them and she so desperately wanted to feel his lips again.
"Damn," he said again as he tried to catch his breath. She nodded; not really sure she had a better word. "You look so hot right now." She quirked a brow. She'd never been called hot before, she never really had the body for hot. She'd heard men say she was cute and pretty but never hot. "You're sitting on me, lips red and swollen. Just knowing they were on my lips makes me go mad." He groaned under his breath, proving his point further.
Honestly, she wasn't sure she had a response to that.
"I'm not sure how this happened."
Daxton laughed loudly and Mikayla held onto his shoulders as his body shook. "I don't know either, but I don't care. I'm just glad it did happen. It was far better than I imagined."
She gasped and pulled back a bit. "You thought about it?"
"All the time," he whispered and kissed her softly, lingering.
"Wow," she whispered. "I had no idea."
"Did you not want to kiss me?"
She rolled her eyes and smacked him lightly. "You think I'd have let it go this far and not want it? Why do you think I come here? It smells like you."
He chuckled. "Oh, so someone has a little crush it seems," he teased and she wacked him again.
"Shut it."
"I'm joking. Besides, I think it's clear that it's not one-sided."
"So, what does this mean then?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, not to ruin the moment, but um," she stumbled a bit, "what does this mean? For us."
She felt his shoulders rise in a shrug. "Let's not complicate it alright." She nodded, not sure what to make of his nonchalance. Daxton didn't give her time to consider it though before his lips were again on hers.
Oh hell, she thought. Who gives a damn.
She kissed him back.
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