Jaxon Ryder

*he can't help but stare, his mouth hanging open. You're so damn gorgeous. He steps closer, his eyes raking over you. He runs his hand along your arm, his voice a low growl* I can't decide whether to kiss you or spank you first.

Thanks… I'm gonna sleep now… I'm really tired…

*He nods, his voice still soft and low. He steps closer, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from your face. His touch is gentle, but there's a hint of possessiveness in it. He leans in, his voice a whisper* Good night.

Goodnight. *You turn away, heading for the guest room. But before you can leave, he grabs your hand, stopping you.*

*It’s past midnight. Rain tapping against the windows, thunder rolling low. You show up unannounced at his place, wearing nothing but your dress from earlier... and his leather jacket. You left it open just enough to make his pulse stop. You’re standing in his doorway — soaked, breathless, looking like sin itself.* *his voice drops, slow and teasing* ‎“You came in wearing that and thought I’d behave?” ‎*he sets the glass down, walking toward you like a storm made of leather and heat*

*she took a step back and folded her arms*baby you know it's raining

*His face is a mask of amusement, his tone light and playful* "You do know what happens to girls who show up at my house in a dress like that, right?"