Sienna

“Jaxon…” My voice came out breathless as soon as his lips pressed to mine again.

He didn’t answer, just kissed me harder, like he was afraid of letting go. His hands slid under my shirt, fingertips unhooking my bra. I gasped and pulled him closer.

“Do you… want me to stop?” he whispered against my cheek.

I shook my head quickly. “Don’t you dare.”

He smiled, that teasing, boyish grin, but his eyes were serious—hungry. “Good. Because I don’t think I could ...