20. Chapter Twenty #2
When we step out of the elevator, the stillness settles around us, and it’s like every nerve in my body flickers to life. The anticipation, the excitement, the worry. All of it crashes into me at once.
Not enough to change my mind, but definitely enough to have me secretly freaking out.
He leads the way slowly, our footsteps silent against the soft carpet as we walk side by side down the quiet hallway.
Then he stops in front of a door labeled 11C .
“Well… here we are,” he says, his voice low, though I catch the hint of nervousness beneath it.
He pulls the keycard from his pocket and swipes it along the lock. The motion causing my pulse to whir.
Confident .
Tonight, I am Confident Allie .
And this isn’t Jaxon Owens of Bottom Line.
This is Jax . The man I rammed with my cart in a wine aisle at a random grocery store—a moment that somehow led us here.
The door swings open slowly, and I follow him inside.
Confident. Allie.
He barely gets the door shut before I step forward, nervousness tightening in my throat. With both hands, I reach up to cradle his rough cheeks, and without a second thought, I pull him to me and press my lips to his.
They’re just as soft as I remember. Tinged with the sweet taste of spearmint.
His tongue gently sweeps across mine, tasting every bit of me as I step closer to him. He wraps a hand in my hair while the other snakes around my waist, pressing my body flush against his.
That feeling alone already makes my whole body heat.
He carefully steps forward, gripping his hand tighter around my waist so we don’t fall until the back of my knees hit the mattress. Without our lips separating, he slowly lowers me onto the bed and towers over me.
His lips pull from mine, the sudden loss leaving mine already feeling swollen and needing more. I watch his eyes rake over me from head to toe, and I suddenly start regretting this decision.
Even though the lights are off, I’m still on perfect display.
Thankfully, my clothes are still on at least.
Gently placing both of his hands on either side of my legs, he slowly crawls his way to me. When his face is level with mine, he smiles, that now-familiar dimple cutting into his cheek and making me melt.
“This okay?” he asks, his voice suddenly sounding a lot gruffer than I’ve grown used to.
It sends a shiver down my spine, the pressure already building low in my core with need.
I nod, leaning forward to grab the hem of his shirt and slowly lift it up his back and over his head.
My hand reaches up to trace the small, intricate lines in his tattoo that I never realized went all the way to his pecs.
The various shapes and sizes of the black swirls spill from his chest down his arm like a waterfall.
Then, his hand is on my thigh, carefully sliding higher until his fingers gently bunch the sides of my skirt. His eyes meet mine, silently asking for my permission before going any further.
I give him a nod, my heart rising to my throat while I raise my hips to help make it easier for him. He pulls it down slowly, my pulse beating so fast I can hear it.
Sitting up, I run my hands down my shirt until I grip the bottom of it and throw it off quickly so I can’t give myself time to back down.
But then his eyes marvel over me, looking over every inch of my body while I lie here, in nothing but a pair of black, lacy underwear and a black, mesh bra.
I might as well be wearing nothing with how exposed I feel. My face flushes, and I wish I could say it’s from the anticipation of having him … but it’s not. It’s only fear rushing to the front of my mind.
Fear that he’ll change his mind.
Fear that he’ll see my used, imperfect body and be repulsed.
It’s not hard to miss the stretch marks and the extra skin that clings to my hips.
Maybe when I said I had two kids, it didn’t fully register that it changed my body.
Maybe now it does, and he wants to stop.
Honestly… I wouldn’t even blame him.
“God,” he murmurs, then pauses.
My heart slowly falls into my stomach. I knew this would be too good to be true.
“You are so beautiful.”
His words crash into me, nearly making me lose my breath as I stare at him.
Nobody has ever looked at me the way he is now or called me beautiful like this. He wasn’t saying it just for the sake of saying it either. The way his eyes don’t linger just on my chest, but everywhere like I’m a damn five-course meal shows he means it.
Without thinking, I quickly pull him back to me, my mouth colliding with his, and I guide us back against the bed. His calloused hands travel smoothly up my legs again, stopping at the hem of my panties before he hooks one finger through the sides and slides them down agonizingly slow.
My hands glide down his muscular back and dip into his boxers beneath his jeans, gently squeezing his ass. His lips leave mine, planting soft kisses along my jaw and down my neck. The pressure keeps building more intense every time I feel his breath fan across my sensitive skin.
I quickly unzip his jeans, and guide them down—except my arms are too short to fully remove them.
He chuckles against my neck, the vibrations making me squirm as he reaches back and helps remove them the rest of the way.
Grabbing hold of his cheeks, I pull his face to mine, and our eyes lock. The way his eyes are glossed over with pure lust? It feels like it’s the two of us against the world, and nothing else matters except right now.
I unhook my bra and let it slowly fall onto the bed beside us. His gaze flicks down, and back to my eyes as he lets out a low groan that makes me ache like crazy.
“You’re absolutely sure?” he asks, already sounding like he’s out of breath.
I don’t bother answering because I already said I was Confident Allie, and I’m doing the first thing that comes to my mind.
My hands travel slowly down his back, making sure to drag my nails lightly against his skin the whole way and watch his eyes go from warm to fluttering.
I graze them continuously over his ribs and around until my hand reaches the tip of his cock, and I grip it tightly in my hand, feeling how hard he already is as he sucks in a breath between his teeth.
His mouth lands back on my neck, nipping lightly as I pump him slowly. Then, his hand is running up my thigh before his fingers easily dip into my slit while his thumb presses firmly over my clit, making a moan rip through my throat at the sudden burst of pleasure.
I pump him a little faster, and he matches the pace, rubbing circles in a perfect rhythm. The pressure in my stomach builds more as I already near the brink of my orgasm.
With my other hand, I grip onto his ass again tightly, eagerly pushing him closer, desperately needing to feel him inside me.
He thankfully takes the hint and leans on one elbow, pushing himself closer to me. His eyes snapping to mine, wide with worry.
I run a hand down his cheek, placing a soft kiss to his lips. “If you want to go grab one, I’ll be waiting right here. But I am on the pill, so there’s no worries there,” I reassure him.
His eyes quickly shift to relief, and he continues inching closer.
He goes to open his mouth, but I know exactly what he’s going to say, so instead I reach down, grabbing his length again as he hisses through his teeth.
Burying his face in my neck, his stubble prickles along my collarbone. Then I feel the tip of him dip against my arousal, and my legs instinctively widen so he can enter, filling me slowly.
Excruciatingly slow.
I moan softly in his ear, and he pushes deeper. His lips leave my neck, traveling down until his mouth finds my nipple, and he swirls his tongue around it.
He withdraws himself slowly, and just as slowly pushes further in, the pressure building almost becomes painful. His arm hooks under my leg, positioning it higher so he can reach deeper.
He withdraws again, quicker this time and slams into me.
I moan louder, letting him know that’s exactly how I like it. And he does it again.
And again.
Every time he slams into me, large bursts of pleasure nearly blind me, my eyes rolling to the back of my head.
He picks up the pace, letting out quick little pants as he nears his climax. Winding his other arm around my other leg, he hoists that one up too.
“Oh my god,” I moan, feeling my walls tighten around him.
Then, out of nowhere, my nerves come undone, and my climax hits me hard. My eyes clouding with lust before I pinch them closed.
He pumps faster, deeper before he lets out a groan, and my body goes limp.
His pace slows as he lets my legs carefully fall back down, and he leans over to press a soft kiss to my forehead.
Then he pulls back and lands on the bed beside me as both of us lie there, out of breath and drenched in sweat.
I don’t think I could even move if I wanted to. I’ve obviously had sex before—but not like this.
That was… incredible. Addictive even.
How the hell am I supposed to have this for the next few weeks and then pretend it never happened?