12. Jax
Chapter 12
Jax
“Jax, you need to stop. I need to breathe.” Helen pulled back from my lips, her skin flushed and her pupils blown. “I’ve never been kissed like this.”
“Like what?” My voice cracked when I spoke, arousal making it hard to form my words.
“Like you can’t get enough of me. Like I’m giving you air.” She tutted, shaking her head as if she was annoyed with herself. “Sorry, I was probably reading too much into it, I—”
“Okay. No more.” I raked my fingers through her hair, leaving my palm on her cheek so she couldn’t look away. “If you feel something, chances are that’s the message I’m trying to give you. You tell me I can read you, but you’ve got a pretty good handle on me too, because that’s exactly how I felt.”
“Really?” She sounded surprised.
“Really.”
“I'm just struggling to get my head around this. Look at you. You could have anyone.” She ran her fingers down my chest, letting her hand fall to her side as she reached my abs.
“I want you,” I told her honestly.
Her eyes flared. “Why?”
I chuckled, lowering my hands to her hips and my mouth to her ear. “Because I think you’re pretty perfect, Helen Fischer. Now why don’t you go take a shower and let me take care of you?”
While Helen showered, I poured some wine, found snacks, and brought the duvet from my bed, and laid it out on the sofa. I found her coming out of the bathroom, clutching a towel around her, with another one wrapped around her hair.
“We really should stop meeting like this,” I murmured as I pushed past her, deliberately close, despite the space in the hallway. She replied with one of those fucking smiles that made me weak at the knees like some lovesick sap.
“I’m just going to get dressed.” She pointed to her bedroom.
“In clothes?”
“Yes.”
I frowned. “Why? It’s late. I was hoping for more ugly pyjamas. You must have some I haven’t seen yet.”
Laughing, she rolled her eyes. “I might have a couple of pairs left to surprise you with.”
“Good. I’ll be done in five minutes. I’ll meet you downstairs. First one there gets to decide what we watch.”
I was back down before Helen, which gave me a chance to light the candles, because the fireman in me refused to leave the room unattended if they were lit.
When Helen appeared, her hair was dry, her skin glowed, her lips were swollen and she was dressed in some black button up pyjamas covered in giant flowers, that looked hot as hell on her, despite them hiding the curves of her body that I wanted to trace with my hands and mouth.
She giggled when she saw me snuggled under the duvet. I pulled back the corner, spreading my thighs and pointing at the space in front of me.
“That won’t be comfy at all,” she huffed, moving to sit at the other end of the sofa from me. I grabbed her waist, twisting her as I pulled her to sit where I wanted her, making her let out a cry.
“This will be perfect.” I wiggled us until we were settled and then I reached over for the wine, handing her one. “Cheers.” We clinked our glasses together, and both took a sip.
“Are we doing this now?” Helen asked as she placed her drink on the table.
“Doing what?”
“Touching, sitting under duvets together, making out.”
“Well, we’re touching and sitting, but I’m sad about the lack of making out happening right now.”
She moved to look up at me, her arse cheeks brushing against my cock, making it instantly pay attention. “I’m being serious. What are we doing?”
I couldn’t help dragging my thumb over her lips, loving that I knew how perfect they felt against mine. “Have you been overthinking again?”
She offered me a tiny nod. “Maybe. I shouldn’t be left alone.” She looked up at me through her long, thick lashes, batting them suggestively.
Oh, is Ms Fischer flirting with me?
“That can be arranged, beautiful. But, to answer your question about what we’re doing here. We’re getting to know each other.” An expression flashed over her face that I couldn't read. “Helen?” I questioned, dropping my hand from her face so she could tell me what was wrong.
“I just don’t think I even know myself.” She turned, but before she could try to move away from me, I wrapped my arm around her waist.
“Are we talking about the lack of orgasms here?”
Her body tensed. “I tried,” she whispered. “It hurt.”
“Look at me, beautiful.” She twisted her head again, and I hated how sad she looked. “I won’t let anyone or anything hurt you again. Not ever.”
And I meant every word.