Page 46 of Louder Than Words

He starts to close the distance—but I pull away.

I tug him with me, guiding him along until we’re both tucked into a small dark corner of the greenhouse. We’re completely out of view from anyone walking around inside… but the second someone steps out for air?

We’dabsolutelybe caught. And for some reason, that excites me even more.

His eyes lock onto mine, and I can already see the fire building.

Maybe he was joking before, but I’m certainly not. For him to take me right here, surrounded by all this beauty. It almost feels poetic.

I pull him closer, letting my breath fan just below his earlobe while my fingers trail slowly up his thigh—

Then I stop abruptly, snatching my hand away just before reaching his bulge.

“Looks like your ten seconds are up,” I whisper, my lips grazing that spot on his neck I know drives him crazy.

I press a soft kiss there, and then turn to walk away.

And what a mistake that is.

His hand wraps around the back of my neck as he pulls me back into him, his mouth crashing into mine.

He swallows each breath, and I haven’t had a drop to drink, but God I feel drunk already.

When he pulls away, his fingers stay on the side of my neck, keeping my face level with his. I watch a slow, crooked grin spread across his lips as he chuckles low.

He quirks a brow, still holding me close. “You better behave in there, Allison.”

I have no idea where my control went—but I meant it when I said I need him.

My teeth catch my lip, biting lightly. “Why don’t you make me, Jaxon,” I murmur.

Fireworks explode in his eyes as my words hit him. His hand snakes around my waist, pushing me backward until my back presses against the cold, ivy-covered stone wall.

Both of his hands plant on either side of me, caging me in as his breath dusts over my lips.

“You really want me to fuck you right here? Right where anyone could easily walk by and see us?” he asks, eyes locked on mine.

Why does that thought alone make me throb even more?

I nod. “Yes.”

My answer catches him off guard. How do I know? Well, his eyes widen—that’s the first clue. And then there’s the little nervous smirk he tries to hide.

I can admit that Jaxon Owens has definitely gained confidence since we first met. But deep down, I know the truth: we’re both still two nervous souls, racing to see who can surprise the other more. And that becomes abundantly clear when his hand slips beneath my dress—without warning. A single finger dips into my wetness, pulling a sharp breath from my lips.

He withdraws that same finger, and his tongue wraps around it, sucking it clean.

“You were planning this,” he says, voice low. “Weren’t you?”

I smirk. “Whatever do you mean?” I ask, feigning innocence.

“Well,” he murmurs, then spins me around by my waist until my hands are tangled in the ivy.

The sound of his belt jangling behind me makes heat pool low in my belly.

“Not only are you already dripping, love… but you’re also not wearing—” His words cut off as he thrusts into me. “...anything.”

The force knocks the wind out of me—but in thebestdamn way possible.