“What about the tacos?”

“This is the only scenario in which tacos come second.”

Jaxon lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me to his bedroom. I’m still clutching my purse like a life preserver. My plan is to plant the ring in his drawer when he goes to the bathroom.

If only I could get rid of it before we have sex. It’s difficult to focus on anything over the taunting tick-tock coming from my purse. Now I know why Captain Hook was so afraid of that sound …

Jaxon drops me onto his bed. I watch as he undresses, my eyes taking in every inch of his perfect, chiseled body. But it isn’t his shredded abs, his blocky shoulders, or his muscular arms that make my heart thunder in my chest. It’s the feeling I get when I look into his eyes.

I’m falling in love with Jaxon.

“What?” he asks.

I scoot to the edge of the mattress and kneel, running my fingertips along his smooth chest. “I love … when you take your clothes off.”

Chicken shit.

Jaxon smirks. “I love when I’m not the only one who has his clothes off.”

I lift my sweater over my head, and begin tossing my clothes onto the floor. I pull him down with me as I lay back on the bed.

“You’re right,” he says against my lips. “This is much better than tacos.”

I smile and reach for a condom in his nightstand. After I roll it over his length, I prop myself up on my side. “Can we do it like this? I want to be close to you.”

Jaxon turns onto his side, facing me, and hooks my leg over his. “Baby, we can do it any way you want to.”

We both sigh as he pushes inside me. We’re intertwined like two ropes, arms and legs twisted around each other’s bodies. My hands in his hair, pressing his face close to mine. His hands on my ass, guiding my hips as he thrusts into me. We don’t speak as much as we normally do. This time feels different. It feels like more. The sound of our breaths and moans of pleasure fill the quiet as we gaze into each other’s eyes.

I love this man.

I do. Somehow, through all of our fighting, through the anger, the diarrhea, and the dodgeball, I fell in love with the enemy.

That notion sends me over the edge. “Yes, Jaxon. Oh, God. Yes!”

As I float back down to earth, Jaxon caresses my face, looking at me in a way that melts my insides. Emotion swirls in those deep, dark irises of his.

Does he feel the same way I do?

It’s my turn to ask, “What?”

“I love you, Raegan. I love you so much.”