11. Helen
Chapter 11
Helen
I couldn’t have stopped the words, even if I’d wanted to. And honestly, I didn’t want to. Jax had got under my skin from that first night in my house. It had built and intensified until it felt so big that I couldn’t contain it and that’s why, when he leaned in to kiss me I didn’t think about why we shouldn’t do this. All I thought about was how much I wanted his lips against mine.
“Just so we’re clear, I’m going to kiss you,” he murmured.
“I’m going to kiss you back,” I replied with a smile.
As soon as our mouths connected, I knew I was screwed as pure pleasure poured through me, lighting up parts of me I didn’t even know existed.
He started slowly, as if he was giving me a moment to get used to the idea of us, but then he cupped my cheek and his tongue pressed against the seam of my lips. I let him in eagerly, wanting to taste more, as my hands moved to his back, feeling his tight, masculine form beneath my fingertips.
We were still sitting next to each other, twisted together awkwardly, but I didn’t care. His mouth was perfection. Gary had been the only man I’d ever kissed and I couldn’t remember the last time he’d given me anything more than a peck on the cheek, but Jax; he consumed me.
He buried his hand in my hair, applying a pressure that made me moan as his other hand tightened around my waist and pulled me, so I straddled his wetsuit-clad lap.
Time lost all meaning as we kissed, his tongue dancing with mine until I couldn’t work out where I ended and he began. Even when he pulled away, both of us desperate for breath, he continued his kisses along my jaw and down the column of my neck.
“Fuck, Helen. I have thought about this so much. Kissing you, touching you. It’s even better than I imagined. I can’t believe you want this too. Want me.”
He didn’t let me answer, pulling me tighter and crashing our lips together again, our chests heaving in time as we made out like teenagers. His soft lips contrasted with his short beard that scratched me in a way that made me feel owned; marking my skin so the world knew I was his.
I didn’t realise our hips were rocking together until heat pooled in my lower stomach, making my nipples ache and my back arch. “Jax…” I could barely speak, mumbling against his lips.
He looked at me; dark eyes filled with desire. Then they darted around us, as if he realised where we were and what we were doing. “Sorry, that got heated quickly. You want to slow down?”
“We’re on a beach, so we probably should,” I whispered as I skimmed my fingers down his hard body, not believing any of this was real.
“I don’t want to stop kissing you,” he replied, pressing a chaste kiss to my swollen lips.
Feeling brave, I rocked my hips, edging against the solid outline of his cock beneath me. Jax groaned. “Yeah, not helping, beautiful. Having an erection in a wetsuit can’t be good for me. You wanna come and cool off with me in the sea? You can teach me how to stand on that stupid paddleboard.”