Chapter 1: The Spark Ignites
The dimly lit bar buzzed with the low hum of conversation and clinking glasses, but all I could focus on was him—Jaxon Reed, with his sharp jawline and eyes that could undress a woman without a single touch. I, Lila Voss, wasn’t the type to melt under a man’s gaze, but damn if he didn’t make my knees weak just by existing. I leaned against the bar, my crimson dress hugging every curve, sipping my martini like I didn’t have a care in the world. But inside? A storm was brewing.
‘So, Lila,’ Jaxon drawled, his voice a low, dangerous purr as he slid closer, his leather jacket brushing against my bare arm. ‘You gonna keep playing hard to get, or are we cutting through the bullshit tonight?’
I smirked, tilting my head to meet his gaze. ‘Oh, Jaxon, if I were playing, you’d be begging by now. I’m just deciding if you’re worth the trouble.’
He chuckled, a sound that sent a shiver down my spine. ‘Trouble’s my middle name, sweetheart. And I think you’re dying to find out just how much I can handle.’
I rolled my eyes, but my pulse quickened. ‘Big talk for a man who’s all smirk and no action. Prove it, or I’m walking.’
His grin turned wicked, and he leaned in, his breath hot against my ear. ‘Careful what you wish for, Lila. I don’t play nice.’
The air between us crackled, charged with a tension that could ignite at any second. I turned to face him, our lips inches apart, my heart pounding like a war drum. ‘I don’t want nice,’ I shot back, my voice low and steady. ‘I want real. I want—’ I stopped myself, the words ‘I love’ nearly slipping out. My breath hitched. What the hell was I doing? I couldn’t say it. Not when I wasn’t sure he felt the same. Vulnerability wasn’t my style.
But before I could pull back, Jaxon’s hand gripped my waist, firm and possessive, pulling me against his hard frame. His other hand tilted my chin up, forcing me to meet his intense stare. Then, he leaned down, his lips brushing my ear as he whispered, ‘I need you.’
Those three words set my world ablaze. My skin burned where he touched me, my body aching with a hunger I couldn’t deny. I grabbed his collar, yanking him closer, my voice a desperate growl. ‘Then take me. Right fucking now.’
His eyes darkened with raw desire, and in a heartbeat, we were stumbling out of the bar, the cool night air doing nothing to douse the fire between us. We barely made it to his sleek black car in the alley before his hands were on me, roaming my curves, igniting every nerve. My fingers dug into his shoulders as I pressed myself against him, feeling how hard he was already, his cock straining through his jeans against my thigh.
‘Fuck, Lila,’ he groaned, his voice rough as he pinned me against the car door, his lips crashing into mine with a ferocity that stole my breath. ‘You’ve got me so damn horny I can’t think straight.’
I laughed, a sharp, breathless sound, as I nipped at his lower lip. ‘Good. I want you out of control. I want you dripping for me.’
His hands slid down to my ass, squeezing hard as he ground against me, making me gasp. ‘You’re already wet for me, aren’t you?’ he teased, his fingers inching up my dress, brushing against my inner thigh. ‘I can feel it.’
I smirked, my nails raking down his back. ‘Keep talking, Jaxon. But if you don’t get me out of this dress in the next ten seconds, I’m taking over.’
His growl was primal as he yanked the zipper down, the fabric pooling at my feet. The alley was dark, but the risk only made me hotter, my pussy throbbing with need as his hands explored every inch of me. I was panting, sweating already, and we hadn’t even started. This was just the beginning, and I knew—whatever happened next, Jaxon Reed was about to wreck me in the best way possible.
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