I emitted a breathy giggle. “Your pants are on.”
“Shut up.” With primal urgency, he pushed me against the wall of the shower, took both of my hands in one of his, and held them above my head. Awareness that I couldn’t break from his grasp if I tried, sent excitement and a new type of security through my veins.
The trust I felt in this man was overwhelming, and I knew instantly that whatever he wanted was his. My senses were heightened between the steamy water, my vulnerable position, and those lips consuming me.
The kiss hastened as his hand found my breasts, and I pushed myself to him. His lips left mine, trailing kisses down my neck. Desperate to touch him, I struggled against his hold.
He held me tighter. “You’re mine,” he hissed, then slammed his lips over mine once again.
I was dizzy when his hand caressed my stomach, and he began to feel his way lower. I was melting, pulsing, and burning as I tried to get my hands free.
“Please, Jax.” My voice wasn’t even familiar to me. “Please.”
He pushed my panties down my thighs with his free hand and used his still booted foot to bring them to the bottom of the shower. Still holding my hands above my head, he looked down at me.
“You’re so beautiful.”
I was dying as his fingers moved over me, taking me to a place I swore I hadn’t been before. “Please, Jax,” I cried out.
“I knew you’d beg for me.” He bit my shoulder gently. “Only for me.”
Everything went black as his fingers worked their magic. My body stiffened, and my world shattered. Waves rolled through me, all the way to my toes. He released my hands, and I languidly fell against him and held fast to his shoulders. I clung to him, breathless, as he gently kissed my face. “You’re perfect.”
He turned off the water, took my hand, and led me out, and we stood on the rug in front of the shower. He took a towel from a hook on the wall and dried me from head to toe. He lifted my arms, wrapped the towel around me, and tucked it in just above my breasts.
Picking me up in his arms, he kissed my cheek reverently, carried me to his bed, and laid me down. I popped up on my elbows, waiting for him to kick off those work boots.
Maybe I was nervous or finallywasbat shit crazy, but I started giggling. “Do a strip tease for me, Jax.”
His brows furrowed as he laughed. “What?”
“Pleease. I know how you like it when I beg.” More giggles. “Please.”
That was when my dreams came true; it was better than theThunder Down Undershow in Vegas because I had him all to myself.
He whipped his belt out of his belt loops, drug it sexily between his legs, beckoning me to the edge of the bed. He shook his wet hair as droplets went everywhere. He slowly unbuttoned his wet jeans and worked the heavy material to the floor, drawing hoots and claps from me. Not only because the show was freaking hot, but because I got a glimpse of, well, you know.
He shook and shimmied his way over to me. In a fast move, he picked me up and spun me around until he was seated on the bed, and he had me in his lap, like a reverse lap dance. His hips slowly lifted up and down, teasing my center.
It was the hottest lap dance I’d ever seen. While most shows probably have a no-touching policy, mine definitely did not. I pushed him until he was lying back, then slid my way off the bed and down on my knees. His hand dug through my hair as I took control of him for a change.
After a bit he pulled back on my head, and ordered me to stop. The man’s voice was just raspy enough to make me follow any order he saw fit to issue. Reaching down, he guided me by the elbow to climb back up onto the bed, then flipped me onto my back and entered me with one long thrust.
Hands were everywhere, exploring, learning as if our time together was limited. The weight of his body on top of mine was a dream, and his large hands on me sent shocks through me as he cursed into my mouth, which was one of my new favorite things.
I gasped, unable to get enough of him; it would never be enough. We fit so perfectly together and knew each other’s minds. And I could feel what he wanted with just one look. Everything was building to a magnitude I never knew existed.
We moved together while I shook and begged him not to stop. He seemed to be reading my thoughts and bringing me to such a high that I thought I might just lose consciousness. The animalistic cry I heard was coming from me. I should have been embarrassed, but I wasn’t. I never imagined that one person could cause another to experience any of what was happening in his bedroom.
After he shouted his own pleasure, I lay with my head resting on his chest as he caressed my arm. The room was dim, the curtains drawn and swaying with the much needed cool breeze coming through the open window.
I imagined how wonderful it would be to stay with Jax every day in that bed and house.
We could have a rule where he couldn’t wear shirts in the house at all, and on Saturdays, we would spend the whole day in bed, drinking magical hot chocolate and licking whip cream off of one another; yeah, that would be the best. Hmmm, might not work if Grant were still staying with us, but maybe after he went to bed every night.
We were silent, and I didn’t move an inch, fearful that it would break the spell. I wanted to stay in that place as long as humanly possible. I must’ve dozed off because a bit later, Jax sat next to me and handed me a cup of coffee that smelled dreamy.
“Hi.” He pushed a piece of hair off of my face. “I put your clothes in the dryer. Should be done in forty-five minutes.”
