Before The Bad - Volume I

~ twenty-three ~

If this isn't the best thing in the infinity of this enormous universe.

He slides his black windbreaker down his arms and drops it to the floor, forcing me to release him back into the wild. I groan, "How many times have I told you to lay it across the chair."

I'm only teasing him, and I bend down to retrieve the damp coat. The snow hasn't been letting up for the past few nights and quite frankly, Jaxon's lucky that I'm not scolding him about the choice of apparel.

He gently removes it from my hands and drapes it over the antique chair, something that has been a family heirloom since most likely the beginning of time. My mom cherishes that piece of wood with every bit of love she has.

"Veronica working?"

"Yep. She won't be home until dawn."

I'm honestly shocked that Mom actually did go to work today, considering my episode the night prior. I have never seen her that worried about me. It was terrifying, feeling that vulnerable in front of a one-man audience.

At one point, I was sure she was silently shedding tears, too, but i was too lost in my own world to notice what was going on in hers. I had promised her that I would check in with her every other hour, which lessened her panic immensely.

A devious, yet familiar grin spreads like wildfire across Jaxon's bronzed skin, and I meet his eyes eager.

"Looks like we have the house to ourselves then," he whispers, his breath fresh against my neck.

His lips create an array of delicate kisses underneath of my jawline and his heavy eyes retrace back to mine. I lick my lips and smile. He hoists me into his arms, wrapping my body around his, and our mouths interlock in alluring unison.

I press my forehead against his, our lips never retreating from the magical investment. Jaxon struggles to climb the stairs as I run my hands through his thick curls, setting the both of us into a deep trance that is ultimately hard, if not impossible, to escape from.

He doesn't question my near-empty bedroom or my bare walls as he lays me on my unmade bed. He hovers over top of my thirsting body, breaking the kiss just briefly to pull his white t-shirt over his head. His voice is now hoarse when he says, "You can keep that one."

I grin, pleased with the new addition to my growing collection of merchandise. I dig my unmaintained and bitten down nails into Jaxon's shoulders, drawing his broad frame back onto me. Graceful moans escape the two of us as we put our all into each other.

His rough and callused hands graze the sliver of skin between my clothing, teasing me as he plays with the hem of my top. I remove it instantly. The breath of air he sucks in as he admires my half-naked body with hungry eyes and swollen lips is enough to drive me insane.

My fingers find his leather belt, and begin working swiftly to get the rest of his attire onto the floor. Jaxon hesitates, which takes me off guard. His lips leave a trail of sloppy yet meaningful kisses down my neck, landing in the dip of my collarbone. That is one of his favourite spots; I know this from the endless amount of love bites now and then.

For someone so rough and daunting, Jaxon Spade surely has learnt how to show his affection— with me, at least. I continue to fumble with his belt, anxious now, but his hands rest over top of mine and pull them away. He lifts his head and gazes into my eyes. I know he wants this just as bad as I do, but he's holding back.

"Elle, I don't think..."

"Please," I whisper, focusing my stare on his lips. Jaxon shakes his head, out of breath.