Chapter 28 - Taevin
Now
My hands shake slightly as I slide the lace garters into place on my thighs.
After a moment of hesitation, I lift my eyes to meet my reflection in the mirror. Blowing out a deep breath, I nod once.
I can seduce my husband.
Just open the door.
I’ve got this.
Jax loves me.
And he’s going to love this.
My stomach twists with nerves as I open the bathroom door, but the nerves quickly turn to ribbons of lust when I take in the sight before me.
I’m graced with the sight of Jackson sitting up in bed against the headboard with nothing but a sheet slung around his waist. He looks fine as hell sitting there with only a composition notebook in his hand, a pencil braced between his lips, and his guitar slung across his lap.
“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” I murmur as I dig deep to find the confident, badass version of myself.
Jax looks up from his notebook and when his gaze rakes down my body, I have to stifle a laugh when the pencil plops out of his mouth as his jaw hangs open.
“You like?” I question, doing a slow spin so he can take in the black, lacy bodysuit I put on after my bath.
He swallows—actually no, it’s more like a gulp because it’s loud enough for me to hear from across the room.
“Baby, what are you trying to do to me?” Jax asks as he tosses the notebook and pencil on the bedside table next to him and sets his guitar on the ground.
Flinging the covers off, he strides over to me at a pace that would be impressive if I were to focus on that.
I can’t though, because my focus is wholly on the man before me and the way his black boxer briefs hug his hockey thighs.
Jax closes the distance between us but instead of embracing me the way I thought he might, he stands before me and slowly rakes his gaze over me again, undressing me with his eyes.
He swallows and then rasps, “You look so fucking exquisite.”
With one hand, he reaches behind me and palms my ass before giving it a squeeze while using his other to tip my chin up so he can steal a kiss. His kiss is hungry, frenzied, bordering on desperate, and I love that I can still get this reaction out of him.
Our lips move together and as his tongue delves into my mouth, I reach my hand down to rest against the waistband of his boxer briefs.
I trace the outline of his length above the fabric encasing him, reveling at how hard he already is.
“God, I’ve always loved how hard you get for me before I’ve even touched you,” I admit, breaking our kiss as I sneak my fingers into the waistband of his boxers before lowering them off, falling to my knees as I do.
Jax steps out of them and stands before me in all his tatted, naked glory.
Running my hand up his inked thigh, I hum in approval as I take in the beautiful treble and bass clefs and lines of sheet music that travel up his quad.
“Mmm, I love how intricate these are. You’ll have to tell me more about them later. ”
“Later?” he questions, but it comes out as more of a taunt.
Looking up at him through my lashes, I wrap my hand around his length and give him a firm stroke. “Yeah, later. I’ve got other plans for you right now if you’re alright with that.”
“I’m more than alright with that,” Jax rasps before cupping his hand under my chin so he can hold my stare. “But you better tell me now if you want me to come down your throat or somewhere else.”
His gravelly tone sends a shiver down my spine and my nipples pebble impossibly harder.
“I want you to come inside me,” I tell him somewhat shyly.
Jax’s eyebrows lift in surprise. “Are you sure you’re ready for that?”
“You heard Dr. Prescott today, I’ve been cleared for all sexual activities. And I’d like my husband to fuck me for the first time in ten years.”
Pulling me to my feet, he walks us a few steps until my back is pressed against the wall and then he grips my hip. “Yeah, here’s the thing. I’m not going to do that. Not right now, at least.”
I pout but he just shakes his head at me.
“You see, the first time I take you again won’t be a hard and fast fuck.” He emphasizes his words by dragging a hand slowly up my inner thigh while keeping his other firmly gripping my hip.
“It won’t?” I question on a gasp as shivers race down my spine.
“No,” he answers, but it comes out as more of a growl. “Because the first time I take you again will be me making slow, sensual love to you. I plan to take my time and worship every inch of your beautiful body.”
“I’m not so sure it’s worthy of such worship right now,” I admit shyly.
“See, that’s where you’re wrong, T. Your body is an alluring offering and I want to worship at your altar every day for the rest of our lives.”
“How very holy of you,” I say teasingly.
“There’s nothing holy about the things I plan to do to you while I show you my devotion.”
“Is that so? I think you better get to showing me then,” I encourage him through bated breaths.
Jackson lifts me under my thighs and when I wrap my legs around his waist, my suddenly drenched core is lined up perfectly with his hard length and I can’t help the moan I let out at the feel of him brushing against my lace-covered clit.
He walks me back to his bed and carefully lays me down before standing to his full height at the edge of the bed.
“We don’t have to rush into this just because you were cleared by your doctor.
If you want to take things slow while we get to know each other again, I’m good with whatever pace you want to move forward at,” he tells me and the reminder of the way he’s always put my needs and wants above all else has tears welling in my eyes.
“I love you so much, Jackson. No amount of time or distance has changed that and honestly, it never will. But I think I might die if I have to wait another minute to feel you inside me. So please, do me a favor and show me how much you love me.”
Jax crawls onto the bed and works his way between my thighs until his body weight presses me deliciously into the mattress.
He kisses me tenderly and just as I’m getting lost in the feel of his lips against mine, he begins mapping open-mouth kisses across my entire body starting at my neck down to my wrists and ankles, though he passes the place I’d love his mouth most. Well, really I want to feel his cock inside me more than I need to take my next breath.
“J, please,” I implore, tangling my hands through his hair to halt him in place where he was kissing my hip bone.
“Please what?”
“I need to feel you inside me. Please.”
He licks his lips and then smirks at my desperation. Instead of immediately giving me what I want, he licks a languid stroke over my lace-covered slit, causing me to whimper in response.
“There are snaps down there. Could you undo them?” I ask him.
With his deft fingers, he undoes the snaps before circling my entrance and easing one finger inside me. “Mmm, you’re already so wet for me,” he hums in approval. “Does this feel okay?” he asks as he pumps it slowly in and out of me.
“Yes,” I drag out my whispered response.
“Do you think you can take another?”
Instead of answering with words, I nod eagerly. And when he adds a second finger, my eyes nearly roll to the back of my head with how full I feel. But it’s still not enough. I need more. I need him. All of him.
“I’m ready,” I assure him.
“Not yet,” he counters, and I let out a growl of frustration. Jax has the nerve to chuckle. “Let me have a taste, baby. Please?”
“Well, when you ask like that—” I’m cut off when he places a single, gentle kiss on my clit.
He trails a path from my clit to my pussy with his tongue, and then he devours me.
Gripping the sheets, I throw my head back and moan while he fucks me with his tongue.
“Jackson, fuck, I-I need you inside of me. Now!”
That’s all it takes, and then he’s moving up my body, bringing his lips to mine once more and kissing me with a passion I haven’t felt with anyone besides him.
He lines himself up at my entrance but hesitates as he takes a deep, shuttered breath. “You’ll tell me if it hurts?”
“Yes,” I promise him.
Jax nods once before nudging the head of his cock past my entrance. “Fuck, baby. I missed you,” he groans as he slides inside me for the first time in over a decade.
He moves his arms beneath me, one hand tangling in my hair while the other grips my ass cheek with a claiming dominance.
With our bodies wrapped around each other, he moves his hips at a languid pace as I trace my fingers over the lines of his back, noting how much more defined the contours of every muscle he has are.
“Are you okay?” he asks, locking his gaze on mine.
“I’ve never been better. I swear,” I breathe the promise.
That seems to reassure him enough to continue.
Jax drops his mouth to mine and sweeps his tongue along the seam of my lips until I open for him.
We savor the kiss as he moves slowly in and out of me, grinding his pelvis against my clit with each thrust until my pussy flutters around his throbbing cock.
He groans in appreciation. “You’re doing so good for me, baby.”
The friction against my clit is devine, and I can tell I’m on the brink. “Yes, right there, just like that. Oh, god, don’t stop.”
Thankfully, he doesn’t.
And when my body reaches the precipice, I tumble off the edge and freefall into the euphoria only my husband can invoke. Our bodies tremble in synchrony as we come together.
“You’re my favorite addiction, Taevin Gray. I’ve missed you so fucking much.” Jackson’s soft admission warms my heart as he rolls us over and wraps me into his arms.
We sit like that for a few minutes until he carries me into the bathroom and starts a shower for us. As he washes me and holds me in his arms, it feels surreal to be like this with him again.
For the first time in far too long, I feel at peace.
When I’m in Jax’s arms, I’m home.