Chapter 27 #2
She covers my hand with her own, and I want to both fling it off and keep it there. “Is he still in the hospital?”
“He’s at home, in a patient bed, with some nursing support. Otherwise, you’re looking at the help.”
“I’m sorry,” she says, squeezing my hand. “You’re in a super tough spot. I don’t envy you.”
I start to grimace and thwart it.
“This leaves you in limbo, doesn’t it? How can you go forward with your own life if you have no idea how long this will be your situation?”
“Bingo.”
“And Florida? Can you—”
“Jax, just drop it.” My tone comes out more gruffly than intended as I yank my hand away. I don’t want her to be nice to me. I sure as hell don’t want her pity. “I know you want to be helpful, but talking about it only makes it worse. Everything fucking sucks and will until it doesn’t.”
Suddenly she slides into my lap and wraps her arms around me.
My body immobilizes, knowing this is wrong.
I don’t deserve it…or her. But of course, she doesn’t let go.
And I’m only human. A frail human who wants this woman more than I’ve ever wanted anyone.
With a sigh, I fold and bring her closer, allowing myself this foolish luxury.
Of feeling her heart beating next to mine.
Of the comfort her embrace brings. Of her familiar scent.
We stay that way for a several minutes.
“You smell so good,” I murmur. Before I can corral it back, I admit the truth. “I’ve never stopped thinking about you.”
She startles, pulling away enough that her beautiful amber eyes slam into me. “Same.”
My gaze shifts to her lips. Rationality evaporates. And then I’m kissing her, my blood heating as I grip the back of her head and our tongues reunite like two lost souls. Jax whimpers, and I’m a goner, drowning in everything about her.
She draws back, our ragged breaths between us. “I want you,” she murmurs.
“I’ve never wanted anything fucking more.” It’s true. And it makes me a selfish asshole. “Not that I deserve you.”
“Shut up,” she whispers. “I’m no saint.”
She stills in my arms, and I pull back, my head tilting. “What do you mean?”
When she blows out a breath, I’m curious—and uneasy—about what’s coming. “You should know something before we go any further.”
“Sounds ominous.”
Her expression signals I’m accurate. “I slept with someone else. It just sort of…happened and—”
“That’s not really my business, is it, after the way I left things between us?” Even if I hate it. And I mean really fucking hate it.
“It’s Remy,” she blurts.
The burn is instantaneous. Betrayal swims with jealousy as my vision blurs and I wrestle to get a grip. All I can do is shake my head because of fucking course. “Fucking Remy,” I huff sarcastically.
Her eyes search mine, worry reflecting there. “Are you mad? Does this change how you feel about me?”
I don’t flinch. How can I lay any blame on her when I left? I don’t give Remy a second thought either because fuck him. “Nope.” I cast that shit aside and stand us both upright, kissing her deeply and thoroughly, dousing any doubt.
My hands roam down her torso, under that dress, and across her perfect ass.
Jax arches toward me and my entire being throbs with need and desire, wanting to consume every inch of her.
I lift her off her feet, and she wraps her body around mine.
Heat emanates from her center and blazes into my skin, breaching my thin T-shirt as I walk us down the hall.
I stop halfway to press her against the wall and claim her mouth, missing her lips already.
Our tongues seek and explore with abandon, deprived of each other for so long.
We make it to the bedroom, and I lay her on the bed. Jax leans on her elbows, presenting a sexy, sultry vision as I peel off my shirt, my dick thick and straining behind my Levi’s. I’m rewarded by her hungry stare—and it engulfs me.
My eyes travel down her body, absorbing every glorious detail. The need to go slow—and fast—wars within. I lift her dress enough to expose those garter belts and steal a better look.
“I like these,” I hum, caressing each of her thighs before unsnapping both garters to release her shredded stockings. “I think we’ll leave them on.” I discard the hosiery and offer her a hand. “Let’s take off your dress.”
I pull her to standing and unzip the garment, tossing it on a nearby chair.
While I hastily undress, Jax inches up the center of the bed clad only in those lace garters and a microscopic thong.
I pause to admire the view, a prevalent, persistent ache growing.
I’ve missed her…and I desperately crave her, all my cells opening as if they understand she’s here to satisfy the unleashed, throbbing demand.
Her gaze snaps to my aching and leaking hard-on, her eyes brimming with heat, want, and something more that knocks against my ribcage. Probably a warning, one I don’t heed. There’s no stopping this launched rocket now.
I kiss and lick my way up her calves and thighs—ignoring the triangle between them with herculean restraint—continuing along her sunken abdomen to those bountiful tits.
I tease an already erect rosy nipple with my tongue and her back bows in offering.
I devour her, my hands and mouth working in concert as I alternate sucking on them both.
Jax writhes beneath me, my pulse thundering when my name leaves her lips in uttered pants.
Venturing upward, I pause at the hollow of her throat then kiss my way up her jaw and let my tongue caress her ear. She squirms, clawing my back, emitting rapid little breaths. She cups my face and drags her mouth urgently against mine, and I inhale those whimpers that are music to my ears.
I’m so fucking lost in her again.
Her hand winds between us, and we simultaneously groan as she fists my cock. Motherfucking hell. I could erupt right here, right now. After a pause, my hands continue roaming, coasting across her curves, seeking her greedily. I’m obsessed and consumed.
Needing her essence on my tongue, I disengage and move lower. Hovering over her thong, I can already scent her desire. I pull that scrap of material off her legs and expose her exquisite pussy, gazing at it only seconds before dipping to taste her.
Welcome home.
I reacquaint myself with her hot, velvety center, engulfed with sensations as I gorge myself on this unexpected treat. She cries out, and her body begins to move, undulating toward the pleasure, begging for more.
“How I’ve missed this,” I murmur between flicking, teasing, and probing her with my happy tongue. My dick is so hard it might break, but this is the appetizer I need before making love to her. I want her to come in my mouth so powerfully she sees stars.
I insert a finger, then two, simultaneously coaxing her clit to stiffen as I suck it with care.
She explodes with zero warning, and I ride out her orgasm as she bucks with each spasm, cries of pleasure tumbling from her lips. Her contractions shudder and flutter around my fingers. The hand firmly gripping my hair finally relaxes.
Unable to wait another second, I reposition myself between her thighs and our eyes collide, weighty with unsaid words. Never breaking eye contact, I drive all the way in.
“Fuuuuuuuuuuck,” I groan.
We both still, and I savor the sensation of being buried deep inside this woman.
Her legs shift, drawing me deeper. Goddamn.
I pause to get a hold of myself, wanting this to last, then I move.
Thrusting in measured, deliberate strokes, an electric, heady euphoria obliterates my system.
Our eyes stay fused, and I’m engulfed in her gaze, her body, her universe.
She’s cracking my damaged heart wide open.
Our bodies move in natural tandem, remembering each other. We are simply complete together—physically and psychically—dovetailing like two pieces of wood. One of those incontrovertible, intangible things that’s just right. Real. Absolute.
My eyes never leave hers as I worship her with every thrust.
Reflected in hers is adoration.
Affection.
Love.
I can’t deny it any longer. The realization damning me even at the height of bliss. Her eyes glisten, and I understand…I feel it too.
All that I am is hers.
She is everything I want.
I love you.
I sink into her faster, deeper, claiming, giving, taking, soaring, knowing, falling. Unrepentant.
My release hits, and I spill into her with a vengeance, a guttural roar leaving my lips.