when it came to their break up, chelsea thought she was the only cause. during it, she’d blamed everything on jaxon, and hadn’t owned up to her own faults. then, over break, she couldn’t help but realize each and every mistake she made and pick it apart. in between her own mother picking her apart, that was. had she been more mature sooner, perhaps things could have turned out differently, they could have talked instead of screamed, she could have reasoned instead of begged, and maybe instead of walking away in tears she wouldn’t have walked away at all. but in this moment, it didn’t matter, none of the past did, because everything in her body screamed for his touch, begged for it practically. regret? she probably would, but maybe she wouldn’t. none of that was a care for her in that moment either though. all that mattered was how much skin she had exposed, but how not enough was touching his. when their lips broke, she looked up, each place his lips touched left feeling scorched. a soft gasp slipped from her lips as he picked her up, legs automatically wrapping around his waist and ankles locking behind her back. her arms tightened around his neck as chelsea leaned in to kiss along his jaw and cheek. each bump of something would have made her jump normally, but chelsea was so focused, and ready to land on any mattress to continue what they’d started. but the surface he set her down on was far from soft, and one peek around told her they were not in a bedroom, which only excited every nerve in her body even more, something very clear in the wild smirk that was erased off of her lips when his own crashed back into hers.
it didn’t take long before their lips were parting again, if only for the few seconds it took jaxon to pull the shirt on his back over his head, and then their lips collided again once the cloth barrier was out of the way, dropping it to the floor at his feet. it wasn’t long before calloused hands reclaimed their place at her thighs, inching further up her soft skin as fingers pushed back the tight fabric of her dress to expose more while getting closer to the goal access he was after. the animalistic desire burning within him was beginning to take over now, any hope of second guessing the outcome of his actions tossed out the window. pulling chelsea’s hips closer to the edge of the wooden dresser top, jaxon inched closer, his own hips pushing firmly in between her thighs. “you want me to fuck you, right here?” the question came out low but too harsh to be a whisper, voice husky from the hot blood pumping through his veins as he continued to grind the growing bulge in his jeans against her. again, the blond trailed wet kisses along her jaw, this time travelling up to her ear where he stopped. “tell me,” he demanded in the same gruff tone, hot breath washing over her skin. everything building up between them had somehow led up to this moment, and if it was some weird sense of closure they were each looking for or whatever the reason, jaxon wasn’t about to pass up the one thing that had been playing in the back of his mind ever since he laid eyes on her in that skimpy dress.