Boden joined me on his feet and clasped my hand, pulling me in for a bro hug before duty called, and he had to leave the station in a rush.
After he left, I buckled down and wrapped up my paperwork so I could clock out. Lily had texted earlier in the day, just after lunch, to say she’d made it to my place and planned on taking a nap in my bed.
The text and the mental imagery that followed had me discreetly readjusting myself before stepping into the chief’s office to brief him on where I was at on a cold case he’d tasked me with looking into with a fresh set of eyes.
But with work in the rearview mirror and the next few days off with Lily all to myself, there was no denying the giddiness pulsing through my veins had reached a feverish pitch. I just needed to make a slight detour on my way home first.
Everything about tonight had to be perfect; my girl deserved nothing less.
The rhythmic pulses of Lily running on the treadmill in the spare bedroom greeted me when I first entered my house. I quickly kicked off my boots at the front door, then shrugged out of my leather jacket and let it fall across the kitchen counter, adding my holster and keys to the pile before setting off on autopilot like a magnet drawn to its other half.
With her back to me, the mirrored wall revealed her eyes were fixed on the attached television screen in front of her, as she ran a trail along a picturesque waterfront dotted with coconut palms.
I leaned against the doorframe and admired the view.
Beads of sweat painted her bare shoulders, and the exposed skin around the criss-cross strapping of her black sports bra and down her spine to where two sexy little dimples sat above her tight apple bottom covered by tiny black biker shorts.
“See something . . . you like . . . Fisher?” Her voice was raspy and broken between jagged breaths.
“Fuck, yes.”
My eyes snapped to hers in the mirror before I took five strides and climbed on the outside frame of the treadmill behind her, causing her eyes to widen in surprise as she reached out for the railings.
“Jaxon, what are you?—”
“Joining you.” I reached around her waist andlowered the speed from her fast-paced jog to a manageable walking pace and then proceeded to lick up the column of her neck.
“Jaxon, no. Ew, I’m all sweaty.” She giggled and tried swatting my hands away that had gripped her hourglass hips.
“What’s funny is you actually think that’s gonna stop me?” I groaned as my cock swelled behind the zipper of my jeans.
“It should.”
“Nah, babe, there’s no better flavor than salty and sweet,” I murmured, my words grazing the warmth of her glowing skin.
“I can’t with you.” She shook her head.
“And I can’t stay away from you. I’ve been hard all day since you texted that you’d be in my bed.” I slid my hands across her toned stomach and dipped the tips of my fingers below the waistband of her shorts. “It’s where I hoped you’d still be when I got home.”
She gasped as her eyes dropped to watch my hand disappear beneath the fabric of her shorts and panties. “I’m going to fall.”
“In more ways than one, yes,” I chuckled, “but trust me, I’ll always catch you.” I scissored my teeth over her earlobe and slipped two fingers into her tight, wet heat. “Coming home and finding you here—fuck.” I shifted my hips forward, letting her feel just what she did to me. “It’s everything, Lily.”
“Oh, God.” Her head lolled backward on my chest.
“Not God, Jaxon. It’s my name I want on your lips as I make you come.”
The sounds of her breathless moans filled my ears as I looked at her reflection in the mirror. The way she surrendered herself to me was an exquisite vision of sublime perfection.
“Every piece of your soul, every inch of your body.” I pumped my fingers with reckless abandon while my thumb swirled feverishly over her hardened clit. “And every beat ofyour heart belongs to me.” I groaned, marking her neck with my lips until her legs officially gave out.
“Jaxon,” she yelped.
But I tightened my hold around her waist, keeping her upright. “You’re mine, Lils. Mine to protect, mine to treasure, and mine to fucking worship.”
I hadn’t thought of it, but I was impressed when she surprised me and lifted her legs, one at a time, and draped them over the treadmill’s handlebars like they were stirrups. Opening herself up to me like a perfect gift. Trusting me to give her what she needed, but to also hold her steady when the ground gave way.
“Ah . . . don’t stop, please,” she cried out.