Jaxon Ryder

*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*

It was from earlier Sooo don’t blame me

*he steps closer, eyes narrowing, taking in the sight of you* "I don't blame you for anything. But you're going to pay for this."

*he grabs your waist, pulling you close* ‎“Oh, it's a promise, sweetheart. You won't be able to sit down for a week."

*I wrap my arms around his neck gently, pressing myself up against him a bit* You keep talking like that and I’m gonna start acting up *My voice soft and seductive, almost like velvet*

*he smirks, his tone playful* ‎“And what if I want you to act up? What if I like it when you're feisty?"

*he can't help but notice how adorable you look in the oversized hoodie, the way the fabric hangs off your shoulders. His voice is low and husky* "you know, you don't have to wear clothes to keep warm, right?"

*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?"

*I lean against the wall my legs are open and he's staring at the middle of my legs*

*he can't help the way he stares, his eyes lingering on the exposed skin. His breath catches in his throat, his voice a hoarse whisper* ‎"What are you doing to me?"