19. Kiley #2
He takes a deep breath and releases it. “That makes me feel so much better.” He turns in his seat to fully face me. “Thank you, Kiley. For everything.”
“Just doing my job,” I tell him with a shrug. “She’s a great kid, so it makes it easy.”
“I seriously couldn’t do any of this without you.”
I smirk. “Sure you could, it just would be with a different person.”
He briefly glances over my shoulder before returning his gaze to mine. “That might be true, but I’m pretty sure I’m looking at the perfect person.”
The air thickens, and I feel myself slowly being pulled into his magnetic sexual force. I need to divert my attention somewhere else.
I stand up, grab my glass and point to his plate. “Are you finished?”
“I can put it away,” he offers, but I’m already grabbing it.
“I’ve got it.”
I take his dish and go over to the sink. I rinse out the plate and my glass. I bend down to put the dishes in the dishwasher and when I stand up and shut the door, he’s standing on the other side of it.
“I forgot my wine glass,” he murmurs, his gaze capturing mine and holding it. He steps closer, his scent hitting my nostrils and I close my eyes, relishing in how good he smells. Warmth spreads throughout my body and when I open my eyes, my mind is only focused on one thing.
“Kiley—” Jax starts.
“Jax,” I interrupt, not wanting to hear what he’s going to say. “I want you to kiss me.”
His brow shoots up. “That’s a bad idea.”
“Why is it a bad idea?”
He glances from my lips back up to my eyes. “Because once I start, I won’t be able to stop.”
I give a flirtatious smile, liking his answer. I turn my body fully toward him and take a step closer until we’re merely inches from each other. “Sounds perfect to me.”
He shakes his head and winces. “If we kiss, it can’t change our relationship.”
“It’s a kiss, not a marriage proposal.” The need to feel those lips on mine has taken over any rational brain cells. I place my palms on his chest and slide my hands up until my arms are wrapped around his neck. I get up on my tippy toes so that our lips are in the perfect position to merge.
“Kissing is personal, which leads to emotions.”
My gaze travels to his, and I see he’s serious. Disappointment fills my belly. I lower myself down to my heels and remove my arms from his neck. “You’re right.” I let out a big sigh and step away from him.
“I’m sorry, Kiley.” His voice is filled with remorse, and now I feel guilty for putting him in an awkward position. You basically threw yourself at your boss like some desperate wonton.
“No, I’m sorry. I put you in a terrible position.” I take another step back and rest my hip against the countertop. “I got carried away with my horniness and tried to break my dry spell.”
He frowns. “What dry spell?”
“My five-year dry spell of not being touched by anyone.”
“Excuse me?” He looks totally confused, and I can’t say I blame him.
I feel my cheeks heat with embarrassment.
“God, I sound so pathetic.” I hold my face with my hands, not wanting to look at him anymore.
Might as well just rip the band-aid off and tell him why I’m behaving like a sex deprived lunatic.
I remove my hands and slap them against my thighs.
“I haven’t been with anyone since Zander was conceived, which includes kissing. ”
His eyes widen in shock. “Jesus Christ.”
His silent staring is making me feel like I shouldn’t have told him. “Welp, this is embarrassing, so I’m going to go to bed. Good night!” My voice has risen two octaves higher than normal, and I wish the floor would open up and swallow me.
I should’ve never told him. Now he’s going to think I’m even more of a loser.
I start to walk past him, but suddenly, I feel his fingers wrap around my wrist and he twists me around so that I slam straight into his muscular torso. My hands instinctively brace against his chest.
“Your dry spell is officially over.”
Before I even have a chance to respond, his hands are in my hair and he’s sealing his lips to mine.
At first the kiss was hesitant and gentle, but soon his mouth becomes firm and demanding.
I softly moan as he crushes me to him. Heat pools in my core and my lips part, eagerly needing him.
One thrust of his tongue sends shivers down my spine.
He breaks our kiss and starts trailing kissing down my neck. “Goddamn, Kiley,” he groans when I latch on to his earlobe and suck.
My arms are wrapped around his neck, and I urgently feel the need to be closer to him.
As if he’s reading my mind, he grabs my waist and hoists me up on the countertop.
I open my legs, and he settles perfectly between them.
He wraps his arms around my back and anchors my head in his hands.
He continues making a path of hot destruction down my neck, causing me to pant.
He brings his mouth back to mine and roughly thrusts his tongue between my parted lips.
I moan, my tongue dueling with his at the same time I feel my pelvis rubbing against his hard on.
The urge to feel his bare skin is overwhelming. I reach down for the hem of his shirt and pull it over his head. My gaze is drawn to the tattoo that is over his heart. It is five lines of numbers that look to be coordinates. I trace them with my index finger before my thumb flicks at his nipple.
He groans and I crave to hear that sound from him again. My lips latch on to his collarbone, and I start caressing his skin with my tongue. I pepper wet kisses down his pec until I reach his nipple and latch on to it.
“Fuck,” he hisses and tightens his grip in my hair as I continue to suck. I make my way across his chest with my mouth until I give his other nipple the same attention.
I feel his hands move down, grip my ass and squeeze, causing my clit to rub against his lower abs.
The friction makes me gasp. I throw my head back as the tension starts to build inside me.
He reclaims my lips in savage intensity.
Every time our tongues touch, it sends shock waves rippling throughout my entire body.
Every nerve ending is on fire, and I have this intense urgency for him to be inside of me.
“Jax,” I pant as my hands go to the waistband of his sweatpants. “I want you.”
I’m just about to push his pants down when I hear a soft cry. I immediately freeze, my body buzzing to attention.
I push at Jax and he looks at me, dazed and confused. “What’s wrong?” His lips are red and swollen. I stare at them and slowly go in for another kiss when I hear it again.
“Mommy.”
The cry is soft, and the desire induced brain fog has immediately been lifted. Zander is crying for me from the bedroom.
“Mommy!”
I push against Jax’s chest until he steps back far enough for me to jump down. “I’ve got to go.”
I race to the bedroom, open the door and softly close it behind me. I get into bed next to Zander and after a couple of minutes, I soothe him back to sleep.
I stare up at the ceiling while Zander lays curled around me and recap what just transpired.
Was tonight a mistake? Yes, but it was a happy mistake.
The kiss catapulted to a level of insanity.
Jax is a masterful kisser, and if this is how I react to his kisses, then I will probably ignite and combust if we ever have sex.
I touch my lips and feel them wet and swollen from his kisses.
I run my tongue over my bottom lip, and I can still taste the wine from his mouth.
I sigh contently and my eyelids feel heavy.
I’ve never been kissed like that before, and I know without a shadow of a doubt that I want more.
Jax Morrow is the forbidden drug that I’m now addicted to. He opened a floodgate of need that from now on only he can satisfy.